Testing, one, two, three

This is a test, this is only a test. 

And, it seems to work. Therefore, I will be moving over here for a while. Thanks for following.

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Go back to Weebly. It's not as user-friendly on my end but apparently it's a lot more user-friendly on your end. Plus, the weebly guys are pretty good at adding the features I want since they are still designing the site. So, I'll see you over there soon. I'll have to fill you in on our night watching the flower bloom.
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Go back to Weebly?

I think people like Weebly better. At least I got more traffic and comments there. Should I go back? Is that what you're trying to tell me?

Always start with a good stock

A friend of mine who’s daughter has gone to school with Zach for several years was curious as to whether her daughter, who will remain unnamed, and Zach were “an item” since she saw her unnamed daughter being very affectionate toward him at a recent pool party. She didn’t mind the idea, though, of her daughter and Zach going together, as “he comes from good stock,” she said. Then she added, “There’d have to be a conversion of course” to which I instantly replied, “Oh that’s okay, we’re good at converting people.”

So, uh, you don’t think she was talking about converting Zach, do you? That just didn’t occur to me then. It wasn’t until I later relayed the story to Jay that he asked, “What makes you think she wasn’t talking about Zach converting?” Well, if that is indeed what she meant then my comment back to her probably nipped that whole notion in the bud, which I have to admit I would not be too upset about. For one thing, I’m not ready for my son to get hitched. He’s 13 for crying out loud. And, well, let’s just say I’m not even ready for him to have a girlfriend or date, and I don’t want him hanging out in a pool with girls who are throwing themselves at him for that matter.

Now, before you take offense, of course I know that it might not have been the girl throwing herself at Zach. He might have had something to do with it, too. BUT PROBABLY NOT so keep your precocious little girls away from my son. There. I said it.

It’s not easy trying to keep your children safe and innocent and not letting them grow up too darn fast. Sometimes I am just muddling through and other times I think I know what I’m doing and right now, well, I’m just not sure I know what I’m doing.

Jerry, maybe you have some wisdom to share here. You’ve probably done millions of shows on this subject by now. Or at least you've seen the fallout from the people who didn't get it quite right. Shed some light!

Andy Warhol's prediciton

In the future, everyone will be world-famous for 15 minutes.
~Andy Warhol, 1968

I love it when it rains in the middle of night and gives everything a good soaking. Especially since we’re supposedly heading into another drought and before long our lush green lawn and lovely flowers might not look so lush and lovely. And when it rains in the middle of the night, it sort of gets it over with so the day can be enjoyed at the pool or on the golf course or whatever suits your fancy.

We already have watering restrictions here in Cary so we can only water on certain days. When Jay left for Florida with the kids, he left me with specific instructions about watering the lawn and I followed them to a tee (what the heck does that mean anyway?) He returned home to a still green lawn. But…after going for an extra watering Wednesday night, he forgot to turn the irrigation system off and it kicked on again Thursday morning, not one of our watering days. Jay discovered this around 7 a.m. Thursday when he went to retrieve the paper but decided, what the heck, he’d let the system run its course. After all, what authorities would be out watching at 7 a.m.?

The doorbell rang around 1 p.m. and I was home to answer it. It was a man from the Town of Cary. Yeah, he was out driving around at 7 a.m. and saw that we were watering the lawn and needed to issue me a warning. I immediately began trying to stammer my way out of it. “Oh, my husband’s been out of town and I must have left it on and we do know the correct watering days and I’m so sorry it won’t happen again.” That’s when I saw the people down at the street by the mailbox. “Are those people with you?” I asked. “And why is that guy holding a video camera?”

“I’m sorry,” he replied. “They are following me today, doing a news report on people violating the watering restriction codes.” Then Big Brother walked away and the guy with the camera removed what looked like a tape recorder from him.

GREAT. Here I am trying to cover up for Jay and now they’re putting me on the news as a delinquent in the neighborhood. Which is why I waited until now to tell you. Maybe, just maybe, the report made the news and since no one was alerted you didn’t watch and catch me looking sheepish and guilty. I like my 15 minutes of fame as much as the next person but there is a limit to what I will do to get it. (I suspect some of you are questioning that.) But please take note, it was Jay, the one scamming his way around Orlando, who broke the law, not I.

So with all this rain and good fertilizing, my night blooming cirrus has its first bud of the season. It should open in another week or maybe less. I’ve told some of you about this plant and it’s really spectacular. I got mine from Mona, who has since had to get some back from me. They put out these amazing flowers that smell like the tropics and only bloom at night and only for one night. So, if you would like to see it, let me know and I’ll call you over the night it opens. But you will have to be out until about 10:30 or so. But oh, it’s so worth it.