My Genius Knows No Bounds

Due to restructuring, resignations et al, my office has now officially become TQTF.

TQTF = Too Quiet To Fart

From The Garden

Well, I was disappointed in the garden a bit this year, but on the postive side it always gets a little better each season. I think once my energy is that of a normal person and I'm out of Anemiaville, I'll be able to do more of the things I'd like to do with the garden. My goal is nothing short of English Country Gloriana.

In the meantime, here are some pics I took the other day.

This is a Sunflower from a bunch of seeds the Guru gave me a couple of years ago. Every year, they come back stronger than ever. So do the bees! YIKES!



This is a long stemmed rose I transferred from my old apartment garden.



And this is one I bought for four bucks in November last year. This thing has gone CRAZAY this year.



Phlox and Black Eyed Susans - I love the all the girlie plants!



This is a spider I found the other day. It had made a web that was attached on one end to the Marine's bike and to the awning over our back door on the other. It was a tiny little red thing that created this web right next to our BBQ. Was just amazing to look at in real life.

Saw the Sawbones

Well it's official. I have GERD - Gastroesophegal Reflux Disease, anemia and abnormally low Vitamin D.

So may I just say, NO WONDER I've been feeling crappy and decidedly unbloggy the last while. But on the decided upswing, it is all perfectly fixable, which is most excellent. I'm also very glad the low iron was discovered before I started my exercise program. I would have been so discouraged.

Plus I just saw the Oprah show on heart disease. Scared the crap outta me. I gotta hit that treadmill y'all!

"It is a mistake to try to look too far ahead. The chain of destiny can only be grasped one link at a time." - Winston Churchill

How True

From an article on Colm Toibin:

Some people might regard writing as a form of therapy -- the opportunity to exorcise the demons within. Toibin demurs. "It's almost the opposite," he says. "[Writing is] the manipulation of hurt, the holding on to it. The things you could do with it now. And not letting it go because, God, what else is there? You almost solidify things by writing about it, rather than releasing."

I Love This Woman!

So funny.

R.I.P. Little Shauna

Well today ended up being a bit sad. One of the kitties I had at the orphanage had to be put down tonight because his kidneys had essentially begun failing. He was really far gone. Poor little guy. I went to the vet after work to see him to the next place and it was very peaceful.

I'm just thankful that the Marine and I were able to make his last days somewhat bearable. I can't imagine him in that state, starving and on his own.

Some people truly have no heart.