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You got some 'splainin' to do

Sunday night. The time is currently 2357. Or 11:57pm. Whichever floats your boat. Normally...well...normally as in for the last two months exactly....this would not be a big deal. The being awake on a Sunday night at 2359 (11:59pm). Why? Because I was unemployed. My Monday mornings consisted of rolling out of bed with just enough time to pee, rub that crusty shit out of my eyes, put on pants, get the monkey ready for school, and roll out. Like a boss. Or baws. Whichever. But this Monday morning? The one that's happening directly? I gots me a job. So why is it that it's 0002, and I'm awake? And not just awake. But flogging. Oh holy hell my phone just corrected blogging to flogging. Some parallels there maybe? Methinks yes. Anyway. Blogging. From my phone even. Because I can't sleeeeeeeep! I'm not excited. No really. I'm not. I don't know what I'm walking into, why would I be excited? And I'm not nervous for the same reason. Here's what

I....you....it's.... Huh.

** Back story:  the monkey was on the phone with her father, and mentioned that her Grandpa Larry had died, and was in Heaven with Jesus.  The following is the text exchange between him and I after the phone call ended** Ex:  Did someone die?  She said "papa and Lilly went to Jesus" Me:  Grandpa Larry. He died of cancer the day after Easter Ex:  I'm sorry to hear that. My condolences. Is she handling the loss okay? Me:  It's hard for her to understand.  It's not tangible for her.  So she talks about it on occasion.  His picture is on my desk in the office, and she saw it while on the phone with you and thought she would bring it up. Ex: Thanks for the info.  I wanted to be able to speak with her if she did ask questions.  Again, my condolences. Me:  We tell her he isn't sick any more because he's in Heaven with Jesus.  Same with a bunny that died at her daycare.  Miss Carol's bunny if it comes up as well.  Generally it's always brought up on the s

Who's the Chuck Norris of gardening now?

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Sprouts!  People!  We have sprouts! I've been keeping my unemployed self busy the last week or so painting my office and getting it usable, which is another post in and of itself. But first?  To quell the nay saying cries of "NO PICTURES NO HAPPEN." On Saturday?  No.  Today is Saturday.  Or yesterday.  Whatever.  Not Saturday.  Guess it would have been Thursday?  Sure, we'll go with Thursday. *Thursday* as I was breaking down my make shift office to move it into the actual office, I had to move my pellets of nothingness.  And after having spent two months of love and labor to get those little shit seeds to sprout and gotten nothing...NOTHING...in return, I had resigned myself to tossing all 72 pellets of wasted energy into the trash.  I had a moment of silence for all the vegetable death that had occurred, and carried my starter tray outside to chunk that bitch in the trash. And then?  The sun hit something inside the plastic cover just right.  Was that a hi