And now for your Public Service Announcement

This blog contains:
#4 - Better my French
#5 - BFF Global
#13 - Walk again
#15 - Get rid of everything I don't need
#44 - Grow a garden
#84 - Travel Frog

And it has begun. With this totally awesome book. Not for the faint of heart, this book is meant if you already know French, but you completely and utterly forget everything you've ever learned. Yeah, that's me.


I've done Chapter 1 so far, which was a review chapter. It's not bad. I need to go over it again before I do the second part, and I skipped the bits where I listen to audio and then write down what I hear. I'll do them in the second run through...if I ever find time. I'm moving on Saturday - and it blows upchucked monkey testicles, but that's besides the point. Clearly. Anyhow, moving on...

Okay, not moving on. BFF Global-making stuff is packed. So that's not happening for a while, either.

"...This can't be happening to me, this is just a dream...and she held on to all she had left of him, oh and what could've been..."

Travel Frog #3: Travel Frog will miss his home. =(

Ahem. I'm down to one crutch. I'll be moving to a cane soon. The scars are almost totally healed, and my knee still gives out on me a lot, but I can walk...ish. I have a bit of a limp still.

#15 is being put on hold for a while, too. I'm not well enough yet to make it all the way to a Sally Anne or anywhere else, so I'm packing all that shit I don't want. It gets to come with me, until I get a chance to pawn it off on someone, or several someones. It's going in a separate box though, because I'm not sorting it...again.

Now for the fun bit where I get to show everyone photos of green-leafy things (better than sex. This is pornography for patio gardeners.):

De Zebra Cactus. Sunshine - it has it.

A recent edition to the household...the get well gift from Alex's mom. It's a cactus. That's all I know about it. How a plant can go without water and not die still baffles me.

For the meow-face when he presents his little kitty body in my house at the end of this month. Cat's grass!

My baby. Mom kills aloe vera, and it grows prolifically when I take care of it. See all that green stuff coming out the top? Yeah. New leaves. 5 of them, in fact. Grow, my precious, grow!

The Norfolk pine, affectionately referred to as "Tree".

My patio tomato plant! And if you look carefully, you can see the first little tomato growing on the right side of the plant...but look really careful, it's a ninja. I had a link I wanted to share, on the tomato ninja side of things, but try as I might, I couldn't find the picture. But I found this.

It's what a full-grown ninja tomato looks like. I'm going to eat you next month, Mr. Ninja Tomato Man, you.

'Nother 'mater. Roma.


Dope for the meow-face...in a hanging basket. 'Cuz I has smarts like that.


Pretty purple flower, pretty pink, and pretty white flower, and some elfin thyme. Can you tell I'm a herbalist, and not a botanist?

This mass of beer cups and soil are my peas. Mmm...peas. They'll be going in the ground as soon as I move, because my new place has a real garden. Sorta. It has dirt instead of grass, so...it will have a garden. Yeah, that's it. The pink thing in the background is dianthus, purchased only because it's common name is Wicked Witch.

Corn. I grows it. Or I hope to, anyhow.

Sweet basil, thyme, and an oregano plant that's trying to die on me, regardless of any effort I put into making it live. It's cursed. Fucking zombie oregano.

There are lots of plants in this photo! Dianthus, greek basil, parsley, two types of cucumbers, feverfew (lots of feverfew...muah-ha-ha...), wormwood (yeah, that stuff absinthe is made from), pansies, forget-me-nots, two flowery plants I know nothing about, a baby ivy plant in a little pot, and a dead plant.

A close up. That plant is not really dead, by the way. It's a game we play. It dies, I water it, it revives. It dies the next day, I water it, it revives. It dies...

Also, the heat here has been atrocious. The plants aren't the only unhappy campers. *cough* ...ahem. If I sweat any more, I'll get Paris Hilton skinny. (Note: That's not actually possible.)

Curly grass. Purchased for sheer coolness.

My Mother-in-Law's tongue. Just a wee baby...I can't wait until it gets to be of epic proportions!

...and that's all of them, so far.

'Nother note: the grammar mistakes are on purpose. lolcats, I has read too much of it.