Thursday, May. 27, 2004 - 5:31 p.m.
Cost of the War in Iraq
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Reneging on Tomato Agreements
The girl next door says "it is too late to move my tomatoes, anyways, I'll keep them trimmed small". I start to explain, she says she has the right to plant what she wants in her front yard.
It is crazy. If you took out the fence, you would never plant two rows of tomatoes six inches apart. It is not by putting a fence between the two rows and saying "this side is mine and that side is yours" that it is any difference to the poor tomatoes trying to grow. They are still too close.
I mean really. If I had planted six years ago a tree that was to grow six feet across, would she plant another one two feet away from it just cuz it was "her yard". AAAGH.
Stupid stupid stupid.
I told her nearly a week ago. Oh, she was "too busy". If she is too busy to move them which really takes about 15 minutes, how is she not going to be too busy to trim them all the time.
We will have tomato wars.
She will say my plants go into her yard (much like the neighbor's lilac goes over the fence in the other neighbor's yard... pretty much impossible to make plants and vines be only on one side of a fence), if I complain about her tomatoes.
She says "there is ample nourishment in the ground for the tomatoes." yeah right. Two rows of twelve plants will grow and produce as many tomatoes as one row of twelve plants. Give me a break. duh.
Yay for being nice, explaining calmly, having an agreement.
My whole bloody life goes like this. Negotiate. Explain, agree.
And then the other person just falls through and then is like "why are you angry at me"??
Because you did something not ok to start with. I was nice about it. You made an agreement, and reneged on the agreement. So now you have both done the first thing wrong AND reneged on an agreement. Duh. Gee, why am I upset.
Yes I am getting angry. I plan to put my tomatoes in tomorrow night.
I really don't see why she had to put tomatoes. I don't know ANYONE else who has tomatoes in their front yard on this street but me, and only on one side, and that is where she has to put hers. GRRRRR.
Well, that is all for now. For some reason not one note or comment since last night. Hello hello! :)
Bye, me, wenchie.
Damn, I wish I were Susan Faludi, see what her quote of feminist of the day is?:
Susan Faludi Writer, 1991 Pulitzer Prize Winner, feminist "My goal is to be accused of being strident."yeah, that is not me. I am accused of being strident all the time, and I hate it. I want to get along with people. But I don't like the price of getting along, which seems to be swallowing your tongue and eating horseshit. glll. Damn me. Why can I not put my shoulders back and be proud and not care. I don't know. Can't let things be, can't not care. What a mess. hehe.
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Goodbye Michael. May your next life be kinder to you. - Thursday, Jun. 25, 2009
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