Or you'll be walking funny. And taking a lot of time to sit down. Something I learned from working out yesterday ... a little too late. Just thought I'd share the wisdom.
I had so much fun with Tel and Moberg! It was so nice to see Tel after all this time. Like boneheads, we talk more now that she's moved away than when she was here! But I'm glad we've been able to keep our friendship. It's been seven years!!
I have my car back now. While it's nothing to brag about it, my Pontiac Sunfire is a car that someone my age would drive. I'm happy to be reunited. (Although when I do retire, I'm sure I would feel safer behind an Oldsmobile. So never say never, right?)
No big plans this weekend. I'm training this Saturday for the marathon. (Haven't donated yet? There's a link on the right side of this blog!) And I have to garden because my dad is in the Philippines. He takes care of his garden and my garden because if he didn't, I would kill everything. Plants have a soft spot in my dad's heart. I won't even tell you what he wishes he could do to the stray cats that poop on his plants. I may save that for the next entry. Anyway, I wish I had his gift. But I don't. So simple things like watering, weeding and pruning do not excite me at all. I dread it as much as I dread cleaning the house. But even more so because there are BUGS.
Yesterday, Jon and I watered the plants (it takes two people and it still takes about an hour ... my dad has a ton of plants!) As I was unwinding the water hose, I came face to face with a yellow jacket nest.
Oh, SNAP.
"Hon!" I said. "Hon! Come here! Are they resting?!"
I could see the yellow jackets/ wasps (I am not ashamed to say I don't know the damn difference) resting on top of the little mound they built.
Imagine me, scared of bugs, and my one-handed boyfriend trying to spray the nest with bug spray (NOT my idea.) I wanted to stay the hell away but, of course, we will need to eventually use the hose so I guess Jon was right. But I had to hold the canister while he held the spray nozzle. I thought, "We are going to get stung. This is how dumb asses get stung."
Thankfully, we didn't. Jon soaked the heck out of the little nest and all the yellow jackets/ wasps fell and died.
This is huge reason why I don't like to garden. That and the getting dirty part. But mostly because of the bugs.
4 comments:
Oh, yes. Nests must be eradicated! We had a hornets' nest by our bedroom window. Now, you know I don't usually like pesticides, but in this case- git 'em! git 'em all!
I used to drive a cute(enough) car. Now I drive a minivan. And proudly, too. *sigh*
You are so gonna rock this marathon! We'll be donating soon- we's po'folk this month.
These buggers are persistent. Now they've gone and built a nest right above the entry way! (I think it's been in process but I just noticed today that it was active because of the buzzing.) ARGHHHHHHHHHH!!!! The damn things hatched! (Or whatever the term is ... all I know is that they are moving about!)
Ewww... evil bugs...
we have aphids in the tomatoes
EEEKK!!!!
I feel ya, tel. I did pump class for the first time in a month, and now, muscles are all mad at me.
Sistre, those things are nasty, aren't they? They try to rebuild every spring in the same spot. And last night a hornet tried to get in the house. WGD got the bug-vac and escorted it out.
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