Archive for May, 2011
Over the years I have had gardens. I started my first garden with some chives, a couple flowers and cucumbers. Oh yeah, I tried carrots but I sucked at those. That first year I had more cucumbers than one family could handle. I didn’t have much space so I kept it small.
The next place I lived I had a gynormous yard. I planted fountain grass and many flowers. At some point I started to add herbs. I rarely used them then but loved them for some reason.
When we moved into our house 10 years ago I went crazy planting many veggis, herbs and flowers. I realized not everything grows well here so I think I got fed up. Add that the yard was smaller than any of my others and wanted my kids to have room to play.
Gardening is peaceful to me so why I gave it up a few years ago is beyond me. The initial plantings are work but the caring of is easier. There is just something about sitting in the yard with vegatation.
This year I went crazy. My kids are older and dont use the yard much anymore and I need to have my backyard oasis to relax in again. I have leaf lettuce, green beans, zuchinni, peppers, cucumbers, cherry tomatoes, peas, strawberries, mini watermelon, varios hanging baskets, tropical plants, and many herbs. Those chive plants from 15 years ago are still with me and have multiplied like crazy.
My kids even sit out here and talk to me.
Here is to many warm sunny days to enjoy in my backyard.
It’s a wonder why I have severe bus anxiety. For some reason when I ride public transportation there are weirdo’s abound.
I go from one ghetto neighborhood to another on my way home from work stopping downtown in between.
You know it’s not a good sign when the bus stop has an emergency button.
Sometimes my experiences are hilarious. Sometimes they are frightening.
Isn’t this guy hot as hell? I just love me a guy who looks like he has been at a fishing luau and doesn’t fit into his shirt.
I post many of my bus thoughts on my facebook wall. One day I posted……
“Omg this bus to home will make the boobies hard. Its freezing!”
My children informed me that it made them uncomfortable.
I don’t get what is so bad about what I said. I say plenty and they never said anything before. O well.
Then you have a kid wandering down the east busway and his mom or whomever she was busy on her cell phone. She didn’t notice what he was doing until a bus came pretty close to him. She finally got off her phone, walked towards him, yelled at him and proceeded to smack his hand over and over. He should have never gotten as far as he did. Supervision = FAIL.
One day I had my earphones in minding my own business when this very large man comes up to me and started talking to me. He was carrying a large duffel bag and one of his hands had like a kitchen prep glove on it. Creepy. He was telling me about getting in trouble at work for sexual harassment and just kept getting closer to me. He would tap me and say “You know?” Of coarse as much as I wanted to tell him “Leave me the fuck alone!” I knew better. I just laughed and nodded every now and then hoping the bus would come and he wouldn’t follow me home.
I’ve had a few other people just sit next to me at the bus stop and telling me their life story’s. One of said guys asked me alot of questions about myself and I tried to be very vague in my answers without being rude and not answering at all. You just never know how someone might react when you let on you think they are nuts and don’t want to talk to them. This guy insisted on sitting next to me on the bus all the way into town talking my ear off, oh joy.
I have many overweight friends and family. I have nothing against size in anyone. I do however have a problem with people thinking that because they don’t fit into the seat next to me it gives them the right to sit ON me. Yes, people have sat on me. I move around to announce how uncomfortable I am but they don’t take a hint. Just because I am smaller does not give you the right to sit on me! If you can’t fit that’s your problem. I swear I am a magnet for this.
Let’s not forget about the teenagers who pile onto the bus and punch the back of seats for fun and talk extremely loud. Or the people on their cell phone yelling at whomever is on the end loud enough for everyone on the bus to here everything. Or how about the idiot talking loudly about his sex life to someone on his cell. Or the teenage girl sucking her thumb.
Recently was the wildest experience I can ever recall having. I usually sit in the middle of the bus somewhere but I had to sit in the back as the previous bus didn’t show up so this one was pretty full. My son also boarded this bus on his way home from school and was sitting near me. As we left town the man sitting in front of me got up and asked for everyone’s attention. He was wearing this jacket with the hood over his head. He went on to say that he was not crazy and not on drugs. My heart was beating so fast. I immediately thought that he had a gun and was going to take the bus over or something, rob us, kill us, I didn’t know but I thought the worst. He told us that we were in the presence of an angel and that if we had illnesses to give him our information and he would help us. He sat down. I let out a sigh of relief but still was nervous. He then got up, knelt down in the isle of the bus and began to pray. I took a photo and posted it to facebook, just in case he did something crazy.
He sat back down but soon got up again and addressed everyone on the bus. He said he can’t believe that no one needs help. Do we realize we are in the presence of an angel? I was praying. Praying that he would get off the bus! Luckily he did not long after that and everyone on the bus was talking about it. They all felt what I did, that he may pull out a gun and go nuts.
Maybe I should learn how to drive. I wonder how much crazier the other drivers are compared to the other bus riders.