I'm already daydreaming about different breeds and the names I'll give them. I guess I've always secretly wanted to live on a farm (or at least know someone that lives on a farm) As soon as I'm no longer a renter....look out future neighbors!

This chick's on a mission.

*Lil' Chickens in the Big City*

In all of my earliest memories there was a garden......and a compost pile. The two go together like Randy and Mr. Lahey. The habit of tossing veggie scraps into a separate container has been permanently stamped into my brain. Since I moved to Florida and have had no means of a proper garden (or proper recycling of any kind) I feel guilt every time I toss those vitamin packed scraps into the trash.
So here I am with my little container garden. I do have somewhat of a yard, but we only rent and I'm not sure how our landlords would like me digging everything up. Plus, the soil is like a mixture of sand and ash so I couldn't imagine anything being able to grow in the ground anyway. One more thing, I did do some digging around and found a really old and really shallow sewer line into our backyard. Gross.
Anyways, yesterday I made a nice little compost box and put it way, way in the back of the yard.

This morning I woke to find that something had found the box and ate a few of the scraps I tossed last night (a raccoon) I don't really mind, Raccoons are pretty cute, but this one is greedy. After helping himself to the salad bar, it looks like the little dude tried to re-dig up the old sewage line, then he came over to check out the garden. It looks like he stuck a paw in every pot just to check it out. Then he went to have a nice drink/wash in the fishpond (he f'd it up nicely) and to top it off, climbed up to have a look in the window (he left muddy paw prints)

In the end, there wasn't that much damage done, but this was only the first night after starting the compost box. I think I'll give it a week and see what happens...

Ugh. I'm getting sick of hearing myself talk about wedding planning. Its all I think about these days......but, I am doing it all by myself and If I don't think about all this shit, who will?

Also, I've started yoga classes again and they're kicking my ass.

So its been about two years now that every Monday morning I find a delightfully perverted comic in my inbox, that I snicker to and usually pass on to someone else.
http://www.johnandjohn.nl/
Sometime in December 2007 our two perverted minds had a brain link, thanks to Flickr.

I was asked to partake in some girl-on-horse-on-donkey-on-hedgehog porn but decided if I ever wanted the chance to run for president, 'ass in the sink' was all this guy was gonna get.

Thanks again d!o....I'll wash my ass for you anytime ;)

Voy and I joined a food co-op. Fresh local veggies and fruit. It makes me feel better as person to support something like this. It's the little things that count right?

This is so sad. These guys are in my earliest memmories of going to Grand Beach all those summers.
The little things we take for granted....
Waving Guys