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August 2009
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*scoffs* the journey my ass. I want my payoff.

I haven’t blogged about this much, but I’ve got a bunch of wild growing plants in my little bit of space on the side of my house. The newest additions are the herbs:

Bear mostly cooks with thyme, so there’s two varieties (Lemon on the left, English right). The middle is basil just because I love it and I’m hoping just having fresh will encourage him to try cooking with it. I probably would have done better to buy rosemary but I’m not as fond and it’s not like he uses it much.

But the big thing is the tomatoes. First is my favorite, despite it not growing much:

The black prince tomato plant. There’s a total of 5 freaking tomatoes on it. I don’t know what’s up, but the two plants in the older planter are sad and tiny and just haven’t been growing well, but they have the biggest tomatoes, if not the most.

The paler leaves you see are the bradley plant, the darker is the black prince in on the left. The bradley plant has ONE FREAKING TOMATO. I don’t know if it’s because it’s a determine plant. If it’s the location of the planter. If it’s the fact that it’s sharing with another plant. I really really don’t get why this little plant continues to be a shrimp. If anything happens to that tomato you might see me actually freak out. The soil was different? WHY?? I wish plants could talk.

But these two aren’t the trouble makers believe it or not.

This is the siberian tomato plant. This fucker has been the biggest pain in my ass. When I had an aphid problem back in June, this plant consistently had 2x more aphids than the other plants and when the ladybugs finally finally started eating all of them this plant was the last to shake them off. It finally started sprouting fruit and then at least a 1/3 of the plant’s fruit started showing end blossom rot. I pruned that 1/3 of the plant away (it was pretty consistent among some branches so I cut kind of aggressively). I gave it dolomite (lime? calcium?) and now the cases have slowed down so that I maybe have seen 5 fruits with end blossom rot since. I’m going to wait another week and if I’m still seeing fruit with rot I’ll give it some more dolomite. The thing is that I MIXED DOLOMITE INTO THE SOIL WHEN I PLANTED. *breathes* mfing plant.

Sadly, this plant probably doesn’t even need me to tell you what the problem is. And it’s not even the plants or nature’s fault. It’s all on my head. When I bought the new planters, I didn’t consider that I didn’t have a cage for them and thus the tomatoes had no support. When I realized they needed the support, I bought some of those round wire cages from Home Depot. Then when I put the cages in place I didn’t consider that four little flimsy wires poking a few inches into the soil wasn’t going to be able to support the weight of the plant. I should have gotten my wire cutters and trimmed the bottom wires so that the bottom circle was flush against the soil to give the cage stability. I’m not even sure that would have sufficed, but it would have been better than what’s going on, which is a decent wind can knock the plant over. Mr Stripey is the best plant I’ve got with lots of decent sized fruit and healthy stems and leaves, but the poor thing keeps falling over.

Then you end up with little lost fruit like this one. Its sad and disheartening and it makes me want to beat myself. Right now the cage is tied to the fence in two different spots so that’s mostly staying upright. I have plans to find clips that I can attach to the edges of the planter and then use string to tie the cage down. I figure if it’s tied tight on all four sides, then it should be ok. I hope. The siberian plant consistently leans only in one direction, so I stole the clips from the cage to counterbalance the pull of the weight. That has kept it from completely falling over like Mr Stripey.

Rainbows and puppies and kittens

OMG. Let me preface this with the fact that I am not pregnant and as yet have no plans to adopt, foster or become pregnant.

Bear randomly IMed me today to tell me that he has worked out our kid(s) curriculum. Because education in America is sadly lacking. By the time our kid(s) is(are) 9 or 10 they should have a solid high school level education with the things that most school systems don’t include like rhetoric and the arts. There’s three prongs to this plan: 1) reading, writing, rhetoric 2) arts, music and sports and 3) math, science and engineering. My telling him that we’ll both have fulltime jobs and that I have no history of ever teaching or being good at rhetoric or physics were scoffed at.

He is totally thinking this through and somehow foresees no child of his being able to get around him:

Bear: the hard part is getting all the knowledge in
Bear: without ruining the wonder of a child
Emmy: we are going to have to limit the time in front of the tv and computer
Bear: i can probably plan out exactly what they will watch
Bear: and have access to on the computer
Bear: for an extended period of time
Bear: if you think china has a good firewall…

Lemme tell you, I would feel sorry for our kids, except that I’m probably going to be a hardass in a lot of aspects. Bear will probably be the favored parent for all his grandiose ideas. God willing our kids will make us feel like mental midgets and we’ll be so preoccupied with keeping up that all of this will be moot.

Well… assuming we EVER decide to have any. Or even CAN. How does he suck me into these mental daydreams of his?!?

Strawberries left out too long

OMG. I love Dirty Dancing so much. Bear has been collecting Blu-Ray movies and when he got Dark City, I wasn’t surprised. When he got The Neverending Story I thought it was super sweet of him, despite how wow, you can see the flaws, but its still magical. Guess what the next movie he got was though?? Dirty Dancing. Because he is the bestest Bear ever. I snarked at him though that he’d do better to get me Fried Green Tomatoes and he winked at me! He kills me.

This is probably why I’m making him cupcakes at 1:30 in the morning. We like to spoil each other.

Like onions, except not

I read a story today that made me sob. Like, my throat was closing up and it HURT. Haven’t had one of those in a long while. Pretty awesome, I gotta say. I have also been realizing lately that I’m pretty perverse in general. Give me a story that is happy but makes me sob and I’m so grateful. Give me work that has problems and complications and people wanting things from me and I’ll bitch so happily it’ll make your head spin.

Anyways, I don’t have much. Bear is still sick, but went into work. I’m not going into work. I’ve been home. Still coughing shit out of my lungs. Working though.

Also, I don’t even know why, the song Get It Faster by Jimmy Eat World keeps coming up on my playlists. I’ve heard it like 5 times in the last two days. I love that song, but I’ve got many many gorgeous songs and I don’t understand why my electronics are insisting that I listen to this one song.

About music though. I’m gonna admit I’m kinda bummed. It’s probably precipitous, but I’ve heard early songs from Panic! and not!Panic! and MCR and it is making me sad. Panic! is good music, but the lyrics just aren’t there. Not!Panic! has good lyrics and good music, but the song lacks something. It sounds empty. It doesn’t grab me, despite sounding like something I’d like. And then MCR is trying to be the anti-Cobra. Dude. Cobra has its place. There’s no need to try and make yourselves into something that isn’t them. It’s very bewildering.

I’m honestly hoping I’m wrong all the way around and that albums will come out and I’ll listen a bunch of times and then love it, because while I’m super happy with the new music I’ve been finding for myself, I like the color that the bandom bands provide to my music collection. Speaking of Jimmy Eat World, it’s like, I adored their first album, but none of the rest have really lived up for me. I would mention Third Eye Blind in this category too, but they dropped off the map after the first two albums. Actually. Nevermind, this is no longer making any sense even in my own head. *sighs*

Enough about the music. I’m going to listen to something that isn’t JEW now. Because honestly, its not like I don’t already know Get It Faster pretty well.