Monday Monday (do do, do de do do)
I like to ease into Mondays nice and slowly. Like climbing into a swimming pool. I just want to get my feet used to the water first. So I am cleaning out my desk. I found files from 2008. Those can probably go. I've made a big stack of stuff to shred. That's good because later I get to kill more time shredding. People don't bother me when I'm shredding.
I got 2 new trees. I tried to plant them this weekend but was not successful. I wanted to plant one by my bedroom window. I dug a hole and filled it with water. This is how you tell if you can put the tree there- you must fill the hole with water and if it drains in a couple of hours, you can plant. If it doesn't drain, you have to dig deeper, or plant elsewhere. My hole did not drain, so I dug deeper. Still didn't drain. Apparently I was trying to plant in the half circle of death. Nothing grows there, not even weeds. That should've been a sign to me, but I kept digging. Anyway now the hole is as deep as the entire tree and still won't drain and tree planting was a big old failure. I guess I have to put the tree somewhere else. It has to be within 15 feet of the house though and if I don't the electric company will probably come and take it away from me and I'll be like an unfit tree parent. Sad day.
I have a new hobby. It is paper quilling. I haven't actually tried it yet but when I do it's going to be awesome. Prepare to be seeing many quilled things in the future. Hey spellcheck, quilling is a word. So is quilled. So is spellcheck. Ok, maybe not spellcheck.
My friend joined an online dating site and it got me intrigued. I am not sure that I am desperate enough to resort to that- not that I even think it's desperate, exactly, but it does feel like giving up on meeting anyone a normal way. Anyway, I was intrigued and although I am not ready at the moment to make that move for myself, I was inspired to check out plentyoffish.com to see what was out there. I know those guys are totally subpar because POF is free and only cheapo gross guys would sign up on a free dating site, but anyway, I was checking it out, and I think I am probably too much of a snob for online dating. Because all the profiles said stuff like this:
"I love to work as little as possible but still make grate money. I have a big hart. my biggest gole is to find someone to share my grate life with. I also want to have at least 3 businesses at the end of the year. For a first date I would start with a dam good meal weather at my house or a restaurant depends on the girl. after that something simple like a nice walk in the park .from this point on we should both now if we mix or not and if so just go with the flow .I have a motorcycle again so a nice ride threw town."
I copied this straight from a profile. It's so bad that it can't be real, right? I thought maybe it was a joke but there's no joke mentioned so I don't know. It's painful to read. Not unlike this blog, but at least I know how to spell. Anyway, I'm afraid I'd try to make a profile and it would end up as a rant about the difference between there, their and they're and no guy would ever want to date me. Sigh.
Oh man. I hope the guy who wrote that doesn't decide to Google the stuff from his profile and find this blog. That would be embarrassing. Or maybe it would be a love match! After all, he does have a big hart.
I got 2 new trees. I tried to plant them this weekend but was not successful. I wanted to plant one by my bedroom window. I dug a hole and filled it with water. This is how you tell if you can put the tree there- you must fill the hole with water and if it drains in a couple of hours, you can plant. If it doesn't drain, you have to dig deeper, or plant elsewhere. My hole did not drain, so I dug deeper. Still didn't drain. Apparently I was trying to plant in the half circle of death. Nothing grows there, not even weeds. That should've been a sign to me, but I kept digging. Anyway now the hole is as deep as the entire tree and still won't drain and tree planting was a big old failure. I guess I have to put the tree somewhere else. It has to be within 15 feet of the house though and if I don't the electric company will probably come and take it away from me and I'll be like an unfit tree parent. Sad day.
I have a new hobby. It is paper quilling. I haven't actually tried it yet but when I do it's going to be awesome. Prepare to be seeing many quilled things in the future. Hey spellcheck, quilling is a word. So is quilled. So is spellcheck. Ok, maybe not spellcheck.
My friend joined an online dating site and it got me intrigued. I am not sure that I am desperate enough to resort to that- not that I even think it's desperate, exactly, but it does feel like giving up on meeting anyone a normal way. Anyway, I was intrigued and although I am not ready at the moment to make that move for myself, I was inspired to check out plentyoffish.com to see what was out there. I know those guys are totally subpar because POF is free and only cheapo gross guys would sign up on a free dating site, but anyway, I was checking it out, and I think I am probably too much of a snob for online dating. Because all the profiles said stuff like this:
"I love to work as little as possible but still make grate money. I have a big hart. my biggest gole is to find someone to share my grate life with. I also want to have at least 3 businesses at the end of the year. For a first date I would start with a dam good meal weather at my house or a restaurant depends on the girl. after that something simple like a nice walk in the park .from this point on we should both now if we mix or not and if so just go with the flow .I have a motorcycle again so a nice ride threw town."
I copied this straight from a profile. It's so bad that it can't be real, right? I thought maybe it was a joke but there's no joke mentioned so I don't know. It's painful to read. Not unlike this blog, but at least I know how to spell. Anyway, I'm afraid I'd try to make a profile and it would end up as a rant about the difference between there, their and they're and no guy would ever want to date me. Sigh.
Oh man. I hope the guy who wrote that doesn't decide to Google the stuff from his profile and find this blog. That would be embarrassing. Or maybe it would be a love match! After all, he does have a big hart.
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