Feeling so content. Had a good time. My neighbort is up to her old tricks, though. (I mean other than the ones where she charges for bjs in the parking lots and alleys.) My pride is a bit hurt because a man I think is highly attractive snubbed me. We've spoken before. More than once. But as I was coming back inside a place, she made a point of hugging him and gushing, etc in front of me. And later, when I commented on how nice he smelled, he acted like he didn't hear me. He heard me just fine though, cause he started conversing with my daughter. But whatever. realize it's easier for a lot of people to believe negative things they hear, instead of using a little intelligence and asking "why is this person saying such horrible things?" I don't want to rehash all the crap she's said and done. I do kinda want to punch her in the face. I won't. But maybe I will make a voodoo doll to represent her, stab it with pins, run it over several dozen times and then bury it in dog crap. (Already, the thought is making me laugh a bit.)

So, I saw that ex again. And again, like 8-10 times at least. Acting like he didn't see me, but I'm not dumb. Going out of his way to be in my general area means he's interested for whatever reason. If he wasn't, he'd avoid me like the plague. But it doesn't matter. He doesn't matter. It was just a little amusing.

I did something I almost never do. I asked a guy for his number. I've known him-not well-but for a long time. He's five years younger than me and likes all that nature stuff. Kinda weird, though, cause he knows an ex of mine. Lives by him, actually. Invited me that way, but as I want nothing to do with that particular ex, I avoid him like the plague. So I declined. Besides that, I'm just going to hang out with him and see where it goes from there. Cause I don't really know him that well.

I'm tired and almost done stuffing my face. (Btw, never get pink lemonade cookie dough. It is definitely NOT delicious. Unless you like your cookie dough to taste like it has skittles in it.)

Giant popover in the oven, clothes in dryer. Finished most of the yard earlier. Even made my bed and have my room semi-tidied up. Not like anyone anytime soon is likely to see it. Ah well, now that I've got myself riled up even more (as if it takes a whole lot to do that) I need to finish getting ready.

My favorite New Order song.



First time I've listened to this group.

Wild Geranium




Canadian Anemone




From Mother's Day three years ago; first time I've gotten them to bloom. Pretty excited about it.

It's been a long day of organizing things...and I don't feel I got much of anything done. And I'm really tired. Although as soon as I took my dog out and fed her this morning, I started mowing, so that's probably the reason for the fatigue. Oh well, there's always tomorrow. And one thing I'm super happy about (other than those irises finally blooming and tomorrow being Saturday) is this wonderful cashmere conditioner that smells heavenly and has made my hair amazingly soft like it used to be before the bleach-mush incident. I can't stop touching it.

My favorite niece is visiting next month. I haven't seen her since my oldest graduated high school. She'll be here for about a week. Already thinking of things to do. Lucky for me she likes hiking so I'll finally have someone to go to these waterfalls with. And of course, it provides the perfect excuse to go to Hayward (The Wilderness Walk, the candy store, and a rock shop...) When I was a little girl, they used to have these big aquariums on main street that displayed fish from the previous weekend.

I remember a particular incident when my grandmother came to our house, crying. I wanted to know what happened to her as she was covered head to toe in...poo. "Grandma had an accident," I was informed. For years, I couldn't figure out how she had an "accident" and got it all over herself. Turns out her "accident" was she fell in her outhouse. I don't remember much about her, other than her yelling a lot (at my "unladylike" behavior.)

I am supposed to be showering and getting ready to go...it's a friend's birthday. To watch movies. They started oh, sometime in the last hour or so...why so early is beyond me. I have offspring I still have to fix food for. Plus it's last minute. I mean, if I'd known about in advance instead of after 10am this morning...cause I still have things like housework that have to be done. And I don't want to spend hours watching movies anyway. There's few things I could spend hours doing-dancing, hiking, beach-combing, reading, making out with the right person...but watching movies isn't one of them. Because that would require sitting relatively still for a long period of time which is not my cup of tea. And I'm super antsy right now cause I've got sex on the brain (even more than I usually do.)

Spotted these while I was exploring the field behind my house. I don't think I've ever seen roses so tiny.



And I have fairly small hands. (Small enough that if I wanted to wear fake nails, they'd have to be for not grown folk.)




Found these in my back yard a couple days ago. They're actually a much more vivid orange than they appear.

spent a lot of time thinking about this. I have many favorites...one song that best fits me, my personality is Fiona Apple's "Sullen Girl." Beautiful song, but not much I could do with it. Other than share a lovely pic I took of the lake.




So I went with something easy, "I Touch Myself" by the Divinyls.




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(Just hope I did it right this time.)

Today I finally had a fairly long block of uninterrupted time. My youngest has been staying up super late, which I'd adjusted to. Cause at least I had my mornings. Most of the time. But the last few days, she's been up before me. (I don't think she even slept the night before last.) She finally fell asleep late afternoon (on the couch, of course) and I utilized that time to garden and take a shower. I heard what sounded kind of like firecrackers from a block or two away. Power was out until almost 9:30 last night. Too hot inside, attacked by mosquitoes outside, and pestered for something to do (because of course she woke up within ten minutes of the power outage) I was feeling pretty cranky. I didn't wait last minute to work on the blog challenge, either. Just not liking most of my pictures. (I've got one.) So I'm looking through some of my older ones but that's not coming along too great, either. I don't think it's helping any that I have Halestorm's "Freak Like Me" stuck in my head, either.