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edwardspoonhands:

effington:

eddplant:

vondell-swain:

astro491:

vitaluxity:

FUCK YEAH BINGE DRINKING

I’m moving to Ohio.

ohio? nerdiest?
i don’t think so

This is a difficult image to agree with. Like, I don’t know which state it is that is “worst” at porn usage, but that’s awesome. Also can you really be worst at “oldest”? Let alone the assumption that all abortions are bad abortions.

The title of this blows, because being “the worst at” bestiality doesn’t imply frequency of bestiality, it just implies that you’re bad at it. Like you keep trying to have sex with animals but then mid way through you realize it’s just two dudes in a horse costume again!

Indeed, you could argue that Montana is, in fact, the very best at drunk driving. We had a state rep lobby FOR DRUNK DRIVING. He thought that drunk driving laws were destroying community because people spent less time hanging out with him at the bar. Probably, people were hanging out with him less at the bar because he was a gigantic dill hole.

edwardspoonhands:

effington:

eddplant:

vondell-swain:

astro491:

vitaluxity:

FUCK YEAH BINGE DRINKING

I’m moving to Ohio.

ohio? nerdiest?

i don’t think so

This is a difficult image to agree with. Like, I don’t know which state it is that is “worst” at porn usage, but that’s awesome. Also can you really be worst at “oldest”? Let alone the assumption that all abortions are bad abortions.

The title of this blows, because being “the worst at” bestiality doesn’t imply frequency of bestiality, it just implies that you’re bad at it. Like you keep trying to have sex with animals but then mid way through you realize it’s just two dudes in a horse costume again!

Indeed, you could argue that Montana is, in fact, the very best at drunk driving. We had a state rep lobby FOR DRUNK DRIVING. He thought that drunk driving laws were destroying community because people spent less time hanging out with him at the bar. Probably, people were hanging out with him less at the bar because he was a gigantic dill hole.

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It’s more of a lazy thumb than a black thumb…

I have good gardening intentions in the Spring.  I choose my plants carefully, researching the correct time to start seeds.  If the seeds are started indoors, I tend to them carefully, making sure to water them enough, but not too much.  Turning the seed tray to keep the seedlings standing mostly straight.

Once the soil warms, I harden the plants off in a cold frame sitting on the sidewalk, making sure the lid is propped open during the day to keep my tender seedlings from frying.  These seedlings get transplanted into my nutrient-rich, weed-free square foot garden next to the house.  Throughout the Spring, they get watered, babied, cared for.


Summer comes.

Sometimes I water the plants, sometimes I don’t.  Sometimes I remember to spray them with the organic concoction made of vinegar, red pepper flakes, garlic powder, water, and dish soap to keep away pests, but most days I don’t. 

2011 Garden

Oh yeah, I grow bricks too. 

My garden grows in spite of me. 

Yes, the cabbages are covered in cabbage worms, but a little soak in salt water and a good once-over removes those chubby little pests.  So maybe the racoons knocked down my corn, but the neighbor has an acre - I’m not terribly concerned.  So maybe the harem of rabbits takes a single bite out of all of my strawberries - I don’t much care for strawberries. 

Then comes the stifling, humid breathless days of August. 

Things are starting to die.  Those pumpkins that looked like they were doing great from afar now have holes bored into them.  What on earth am I going to do with 4 ripe watermelons?  Why did I plant green beans mixed in with the black beans?  How can I tell them apart? 

I stop caring.

I really need to plan the end of gardening as well as I do the beginning.

So…how soon until the seed catalogs arrive?

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Time to eat

Once a week, we sit down and make a grocery list.  Just prior to this, we sit down and plan our weekly dinner menu.  This is a most painful process.  It has become even more so as meals now need to appease a toddler palate.  (Granted, we’re probably eating healthier now that I’m more aware of general vegetable consumption.) 

I don’t remember sitting down to eat dinner as a family growing up unless it was a holiday.  We were an on-the-go family.  If my sister or I didn’t have a meeting that night, my mom did.  If there was dinner, it was something in the crockpot.  Otherwise, we were on our own.  I think I ate a lot of lunchmeat sandwiches or cereal. My husband found it strange when we were dating that I would consider rice a meal.  Just rice, nothing else. 

This was not my family.

This is not a post meant to belittle my mother’s homemaking skills.  We were all ridiculously busy.  It’s just left me with no go-to meals from my youth.  Our meal ideas either come from my husband’s mom or something I found on the internet.

Where do your meal plan ideas come from?

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