I found this little questionairre over at The Real Dave’s. Rules are that all answers must be one word only and cannot be used more than once.
1. Where is your cell phone? pocket
2. Your significant other? none
3. Your hair? brown
4. Your mother? home
5. Your father? ditto.
6. Your favorite time of day? late
7. Your dream last night? wicked
8. Your favorite drink? lemonaid
9. Your dream goal? security
10. The room you’re in? breakfast
11. Your ex? oy
12. Your fear? poverty
13. Where do you want to be in 6 years? secure
14. What you are not? dumb
15. Your Favorite meal? steak
16. One of your wish list items? Paducah
17. The last thing you did? commented
18. Where you grew up? here
19. What are you wearing? glasses
20. Your TV is? flat
21. Your pets? allergic
22. Your computer? black
23. Your life? sinusoid
24. Your mood? sleepy
25. Missing someone? nope
26. Your car? Sportage
27. Something you’re not wearing? ring
28. Favorite store? bookstore
29. Your summer? hot
30. Your favorite color? blue
31. When is the last time you laughed? today
32. When is the last time you cried? 2
33. Your health? oscillating
34. Your children? someday
35. Your future? unclear
36. Your beliefs? pagan
37. Young or old? depends
38. Your image? blurry
39. Your appearance? rounded
40. Would you live your life over again knowing what you know? yes
Cyd Charisse died recently and I completely missed it. She was one of my favorite actresses, who just happened to star in one of my favorite movies, Brigadoon.
On YouTube, I found some clips of her dancing that I’ve never seen before. She does a strip tease here and dances with Ricardo Montalban here. (KHAAAAN!!!! Ahem. I must say, he was extremely handsome and sexy in that clip.)
Back to Cyd Charisse, here’s her famous Singin’ in the Rain cameo (in the green dress and the white dress – Gawd, that scarf is fabulous and that kiss at 1:40 is hot (for some reason, I find that whole thing where they’re both wrapped up in the scarf and he’s carrying around her completely hot)) and here she is again with Gene Kelley in Brigadoon.
If my legs were half as nice as hers were, I’d be a happy woman.
I have no words.
Well, OK I do have a few words: over my dead body.
Oh, and Mr. du Toit’s suggestion of what to do with elected officials who suggest such a thing? Nice, but not nearly enough. I humbly suggest that tar should be involved somewhere, along with the judicious application of feathers.
Well, it looks like the tomato plants aren’t going to make it. They lost too much plant material and now they’re in shock. I may get a small, miserly crop much later, but it’s more likely that they’ll just die.
I’m debating whether to get more tomato plants or just not have tomatoes this year.
So. I’ve got about 19 tomato plants in the backyard. On Monday night, they were eye high with hundreds of baby tomatoes on them. On Tuesday night, most were waist high with only the largest of the tomatoes present. A few of them were knee high. One is almost completely gone.
I’ve been in a pissy mood ever since. Because the plants were gone from the top down, I thought deer had been snacking on my plants. (Last year, it was bunnies eating the baby tomatoes at the base of each plant. But this couldn’t have been bunnies, unless they were acrobatic bunnies who stood on each others’ shoulders just to eat the top of the tomato plants.) So I sprinkled chipotle pepper flakes on the plants to keep the deer away until I could find a permanent solution. Turns out that wasn’t necessary.
Later, as I searched for green tomatoes to pick for fried green tomatoes, I found this ugly bastard:
It’s a Tomato Hornworm, the little bastard; it’s about two inches long and capable of eating a whole patch of tomato plants in 24 hours. While I took this picture, it ate an entire leaf off of my tomato plant.
I killed this one and sprayed to kill any others lingering around my tomatoes. Bastard.
So my tomato crop is going to suffer this year. No canning for me. I’ll be lucky if the plants don’t die from losing about half of their height in less than 24 hours.
Dammit. I am so pissed.