Thursday, August 26, 2010
I asked David if he would be so kind as to pick up something for us to eat on his way home.
He brought me dinner and these:
What can I say? He's a charmer.
Then, yesterday David said not to make any plans for the evening. He took me to see Eat, Pray, Love, the new Julia Roberts movie. I love Julia.
David, on the other hand, has still not forgiven Miss Roberts for America's Sweethearts, so seeing this movie was a sacrafice on his part.
Let it go, Dave...you have to let it go.
At the movies, he bought me popcorn and a coke.
He loves me. I'm a lucky gal.
Today is a strange, strange day. Let me give you some background information. I am from Fitzgerald, Georgia, a community of approximately 9,000 lovely people. I went to Fitzgerald High School, the only school in the town, where I was a Fitzgerald Purple Hurricane. Amen.
Fitzgerald loves football like a cheerleader loves pom poms, and because Fitzgerald has only one high school, nearly all of its citizens attended FHS and were Hurricanes themselves. This makes Fitzgerald football different, I think. It is a community event. Fitzgerald is 'Cane Country.
Anyone from Fitzgerald will quickly tell you that our biggest football rivals are the neighboring Irwin County Indians. On the day that Fitzgerald was to face off against the Indians, we always had a pep rally...a really long pep rally. Did you know that all school systems are allotted a certain number of bad weather days that the schools are allowed to miss without making the day up, for snow days and weather emergencies? We did not have school on the day of the Fitzgerald v. Irwin County pep rally. We screamed in the gym until it was time for lunch. It was counted as a bad weather day. After all...a Hurricane was coming ;)
Please excuse these pictures. They are courtesy of Jonathon Walker, Facebook, and 1999. I want you to experience the Irwin County pep rally with me...
Cheerleaders and football players doing some kind of rain dance, maybe? I don't really remember. It is also possibly the Macarena. Oh how we loved the Macarena.
Here is the distinguished Mayor of Fitzgerald. Yes, the mayor...at the pep rally. I don't think that you can understand this unless you've lived it. He is there to declare that it is "Hurricane Day" or "Kill the Indians Day" in Fitzgerald.
These are great high school memories and funny stories. Here's where things get weird, though. Tonight, the private school where David teaches is having their first football game of the season. They are playing the Irwin County Indians. My life has come full circle. I am at odds with the Indians, yet again.
To be totally honest, I'm not so sure how their going to do. I need them to beat the Indians. I don't like to lose to the Indians. But today, at their sweet Christian school pep rally, they will probably pray for the Indians' safety instead of symbolically putting them in a coffin, burning them at the stake, or even tearing them up and trampling them underfoot. I'm not sure if they will be ready. Maybe they will at least do a Macarena rain dance. One can only hope.
Purple and Gold Forever,
PS: One day I will tell you where I was during this pep rally, but not today. You're not ready for it.
But this year, we did not just watch...we participated! (Please note that I am using the term "we" here very loosely. I did not run anywhere, except to catch MARTA to take me from the starting line to the finish line.)
The race is very aptly patriotic, as it is on Independence Day. This huge flag hung over the starting line. As the sun was coming up, someone sang the National Anthem and a plane flew over us just as it ended. I'm a sucker for all things patriotic, and this nearly did me in. But I was too sleepy to be done in.
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
He is not to be trusted.
His aliases include: Jackers, Crackers, Butter Bean Ears, and Mr. Bubs.
He was last seen headed south in a white pickup truck. We can only assume that he is on his way to Mexico to allude local law enforcement and escape punishment, yet again.
Please alert the authorities if you have any tips that might lead to the apprehension of the suspect.
Thank you for your cooperation.
Monday, August 23, 2010
Well, come to find out, surprise...dirt is kinda pricey. You know the expression "dirt cheap"? Don't believe a word of it.
These are all little baby garden pictures...
These jalapenos are H.O.T. I picked some the other day and then scratched my ear before I could wash my hands...Holy Hot Ear Batman! Not good. David had to put milk and cornstarch in my ear. I won't go in to all of the ramifications that putting milk in one's ear has on a person. Let's move along.
We made a couple of mistakes in the garden that we hope to remedy with our fall crop:
- We over-crowded the bed. Since we planted seeds, we really underestimated how big everything would grow. Next time we will leave more space.
- Some of our pots were really too small to grow vegetables in.
- At the first sign of pests or disease, we really should have used some sort of pesticide or fungicide or whatever the case may have warranted. We are a low cost operation, though, and didn't want to shell out the dough. What can I say?
- We need to get rid of our dogs, kill all the squirrels in our trees, and move our garden to a place that is not 120 degrees in the summer.
I guess we can't fix all of those, but we are making the necessary and possible adjustments for our fall planting. We have pulled up all of the plants that are no longer producing and David already has some small squash and zucchini coming up. Beware chinches. We are coming after you!
So that's our Summer 2010 Garden Spot. We'll keep you posted on the fall planting.
This is me with my first garden harvest! It is small but I'm so proud. You don't have to look nice to harvest, right? My grubbiness just shows how hard I was working...or how I just woke up...I can't remember which. Well, I'm sure it was the working hard thing. Let's go with that.
Soon I'll show you all of our summer herbs that we planted on the deck and how we use them in the kitchen almost everyday!
Sunday, August 22, 2010
Here we go...