Don't try to tell me it's just more protein....

Well, it’s spring, when a young(ish) woman’s fancy turns to gardening. I don’t have a ton of room to garden, as I live in a townhouse, but I have some space front and back and I make good use of my porches for container gardening. Each year I experiment with different veggies and greens as well as flowers. This year I was able to winter over some spinach on the porch, and as the weather has slowly warmed up it has been infested with teeny tiny green demons I have been assured are aphids. I have tried the soapy water cure, and that is not cutting it. It has wiped out the majority, but a few stubborn suckers keep hanging on and yesterday I found a worm! A WORM! THIS WILL NOT STAND. You want to talk about cranky, my friends? Try going out to pick some beautiful spinach off your porch and realize that there are THINGS crawling out of it. And they are tiny. And they are clingy and you have to pick each one off individually. Who even wants to EAT after that? So I have been looking up recipes online for organic, homemade pesticides and as soon as I can get to the store for some oranges and hot peppers and much better spray bottle, VENGEANCE WILL BE MINE. I hope.

It's Curtains for Me

Well, fine, maybe it's not curtains for me. It's certainly not curtains for my bedroom. I have a weird inset window and I have previously hung curtains in my living room with a tension rod that is secretly a shower curtain rod. That worked brilliantly and all, so I decided to get some curtains for my bedroom. The blinds do an alright job keeping the light out, but the insulation on my windows is crap, so I got some nice, insulated, sagey green curtains. I was very excited to get them hung as they would add some much needed to color to my bedroom. Like the rest of my house, my bedroom is an unending paint job of boring apartment beige and I thought the new curtains would break that up nicely. I will never know. I have bought and returned three curtain rods in the last week. Supposedly the pocket takes a one inch rod (I hear you snickering in the back row) but no matter what size rod I get, even if I take it apart and try to insert it from the middle in order to avoid the finials on the end, I cannot get this thing to fit. My mind is boggled. I bought lovely curtans...that are apparently impossible to hang! Meanwhile, my bedroom is call, and the cream continues unabated. Can you blame me for being cranky?

ACHOO

Oh, right now I think I am just so frustrated. I have been dealing with some kind of weird TMJ issue or some kind of sinus problem or SOMETHING and the doctors just can't seem to figure out what is going on. This is frustrating because I don't think this is new problems. I think this is old problems that are conspiring together to create a big thing. I feel like it has dragged on for forever for two reasons 1) is that my doctors aren't listening to me and 2) is that I get so many sinus infections people just assume that's what's wrong with me and give me antibiotics. I thought that was what was wrong with me and went along with it for awhile,but it just didn't seem quite right. I am pretty sure I have talked about this before - I feel like doctors don't really listen very well. Or at least, they listen at the beginning but then they think they've got things figured out and quit paying attetion. "oh, first line sounds like a sinus infection, I'm gonna move on now" but it isn't! And so many antibiotics, for real! I keep saying "I have sinus pain, but there is no green snot!" and all they hear is "I have sinus pain." Y'all, the green snot is KEY. Don't they know that? In other words, don't be me! Be pushy, and make them listen to you describe your snot so you can save yourself months of pain.

MOVE ALREADY

What's making me cranky? How about the fact that I missed TWO DAYS OF POSTING? I suck at NaBloPoMo, but I will try to make the posts up so please don't holst it against me! Meanwhile, people in general are making me sooooo cranky. They are all up in my bidness. I went to "the big city" today and let me tell you...I am glad I'm not a city girl. That's just so many people...everywhere! all the time! ARGH. Parking lots are maybe the worst? Or maybe inside stores are the worst? Or maybe everywhere there are people? EVER? They keep bumping into you, even when you are standing still. And then they are like...giving you dirty looks? When they bumped into you! Like, it's not my fault you can't walk, lady. Why do people seem to think they are the only ones who deserve space on the road, or in the aisle or in the parking lot...and therefore, it is YOUR responsibility to stay out of THEIR way? We all have to share this planet. Why can't we have a little courtesy, a little respect, a little patience. And pay attention to what we are doing so that we can be a little easier on each other?

GROW. UP.

Alright. Last night I was politcally cheery, tonight I'm on a downturn. If your guy won, which was the case for me...YAY! But gloating is gross and not going to help the situation. Keep it amongst friends, and be gracious with the losers. No one likes a sore loser, but a poor winner is almost as bad. If your guy lost, I'm sorry. That sucks. But this country has a lot of work to do. Instead of whining about how things didn't go your way, why don't you buckle down, roll up your sleeves, and get to work. It is time for all of us to start working togethr to fix things, rather than complaining about how much we don't like how things are. Obstructionist actions and policies can no longer be accepted. It is not acceptable to me for a senator or representative to vote against a healthcare bill, or a jobs bill, or a budget because they don't like the person who sponsored it. Disagree with it? Think it's wrong or bad for the country? Explain why. "We don't want Obama to accomplish anything" is NOT. GOOD. ENOUGH. So suck it up, and make it better.

Way to vote!

What's making me cranky tonight? Very little, go Go GO OBAMA!

Callouses

Well, I am trying to get back into the guitar. I took a course in college, which was a mini mester, so it was too much crammed into one short period to have time to master anything. Then I tried, in the last town I lived in, to find an instructor, but the one I tried was...horrible? That seems...more than fair. So I tried to teach myself off and on, but without much luck. I always seem to get to the same point, and then can't seem to push beyond it. I am starting lessons again this week. I work on a college campus and am trading lessons for food with a hungry student. Haha. The student teaches lessons at a community church on Tuesdays, when I can't go, soI am going to give the poor starving kid a meal that doesn't come from the cafeteria, and the student is going to give me lessons. I am excited. And really looking forward to it, so I'm not cranky about that. BUT I have been trying to go over what I do know to get ready and MY FINGERS HURT. And I'm worried I'm going to be horrible and stupid. I can get callouses and my fingers will stop hurting...but I am still probably going to feel stupid.