📅 June 2008

my world is simple and yet frustrating at times. This is a story of how i made the attempt to transform my black and shriveled thumb into a lovely spring green.

we went and got a tomato and pepper plant for our balcony. Oh hell yeah we are going to have a fruity balcony!

Maxx ate my damn pepper plant. Bastard. So there was still a leaf left, the stalk mostly bare and charlie brown christmas-like.

but our houseplants are dying like crazy... what the hell is wrong with them? we t hink they are pot bound so we head out to home depot for some bigger pots. god i love home depot, but then i am a big lesbian aren't i?

'bigger pots' turned into flowers, a railing box, and some bigger pots.
because, well you know.. the lesbian thing...

and of course we find out that our medium light box was actually getting too much light because we were putting them outside to be nice! We were actually burning our plants like orchids in the sahara! silly us.

now our balcony is beautiful and our shrivelled and burnt up houseplants are inside, rehabilitating. we have our pepper plant (the remnants) and a flower pot up on the table out of maxx's reach. Or so we think. Because of course while taking the dog out last night we look up to see Maxx happily gnoshing on the flowers. Sitting on the table. NOOO!!! we yell, but of course he ignores us till I storm up the steps and chase him around the house. The little bastard chewed the only leaf on my pepper plant. And of course the flower leaves.

So moral of the story, short of a shotgun/arsonic/concrete shoe swim, any ideas on getting this damn cat to stop eating my damn plants??

oh and on a side note, Maxx is happily boxing the shit out of Ralphie right now. I THINK they are playing.... I see no claws after all...

I got promoted to Assistant Manager. Really it means nothing, no raise, or extra duties. It just gives me a title. A leadership role, so that others might follow my lead. Sure sure.

I Also finangled Sunday off, so I can go to pride. HOORAH!
Then I note its supposed to thunderstorm. BOOO!

I have an outside sales meeting at 9 am this morning in orchard park. Technically it is my day off, but ah... whatcha gonna do? I mean, 8 lines and accessories will give me a damn good paycheck next week.

I'm rather nervous as I have never been involved with outside sales, but I need to chillax. Seriously, I think i'm going to blast music the entire way there.

Okay gootta go get ready... SEE YA'LL SAT NIGHT!!

Sad and dissapointed. I have to work on Sunday the 8th. Pride. Boo.

Which of course means that @lauren will be out there, with Ralphie. Getting accosted by people who can't leave him alone. Without me. With gays around. Seriously, I don't like it. I mean Ralphie is a total chick magnet! And @lauren is pretty damn hot her self. I'm so very dissapointed.



The neighbors are moving out. The neighbors that actually spoke to us occasionally. Last night they were moving out by throwing things off their balcony. One thing was apparently glass and it shattered. Now we are stuck with just the damn foreign guys who stand around in circles speaking loudly until we walk by when they shut up and stare at us. And i don't care if that sounded crotchety.


Battle at Buffalo rocked last night - except for the weird energy. It didn't seem very upbeat and happy. One fellow called another out (meaning they were challenged to a battle) and it was a serious one. It ended in some strong words and an invitation to step outside. Sometimes breakin ain't easy. This happened twice last night. Two separate occasions. I don't know what the hell was up.

Afterwards, we went out with Shane and Heather to iHop for some breakfast. I haven't had breakfast at 1 am in forever. Especially when not incredibly drunk! good times!

Now I'm off to work all day... Then Heather has somehow got me into a candle party... yes.. a candle party... serious?