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08-26-08

The Medicine Woman on Bioregional Herbalism

The Medicine Woman, a new-to-me blog I’ve recently fallen in love with, is a must see. This woman is amazing! A practicing herbalist in the Anima Medicine Woman Tradition with a writing style like none other, everyday is filled with new recipes, medicinal inspirations and more following the lines of “Bioregionalism”. She says about her practive:

My practice is focused on local plants, sustainability, whole person/whole plant understandings and earthy, practical ways of teaching people to work with the plants themselves rather than being dependent on experts. (…) Traditional healers have long known that the medicine we need the most, grows very near to us.

Today she posted a recipe for Green Olive and Pomegranete Relish. Who knows what tomorrow will bring. Check it out!

08-20-08

Tropical Storm Fay & the Technicolor Dream Foul Weather Coat Sponsored by WestMarine

It went a little something like this…

F: La, la, la…oh, look over there —> Melbourne. That looks nice. I think I’ll SIT HERE a while.

The end.

And so the heavens opened up and the roads were full of big SPLISH! And I was sick. And in my squeaky no-voice I begged D to let me go play (outside of the car which we drove up and down streets JUST TO SEE how stuck we could get). And he said “no.” and it was not good. And so women, being of sound mind and unsound body, did negotiate. And it was so.

D: Ye can go swim in the mighty river-streets if ye wear this…techni-color rain gear.

And it was so.

And so she played in the puddle and did think it swell.

S: Gee, this is swell.

And then they came to where the rivers ran over their banks and the water ran red (with Brakish delight).

And it was not swell.

S: This sucks and is not swell.

The End

08-20-08

BUSTED! (PS. You have 2,300 RSS Feeds to read)

“You’re not exactly gardening-y” -super cool bloggity blogging site on trying to figure out which category to feature WereAllMadHere.com in…paraphrased.

My garden, itself, concurs.

My Apology:

Followers of the Madness, I apologize. I haven’t exactly been much of anything the last few weeks. My desperate attempts to not fall off the edge of blogland has left me with a collection of lackluster entries. I am a horrible, horrible person.

Since I’ve started this new project I’ve been super busy, just yesterday I fielded 150 emails…in three hours alone! I’ve neglected you, substituting entries on how many birds one can stuff inside one another for anything of real substance. A reader cannot live on sake alone. And I have heard you. I swear to you to wrap my head around my schedule and not leave you with twitter-esque entries anymore. I’ll bring you more green, more homesteading and more emo-preschoolin’.

Dooce at Blogher

All of you guys who traveled here looking for “Dooce + Blogher” posts from google, sorry. If you ask google “who’s mad at dooce?” yeah…we’re there. Top ten. After this post, probably top three, under the great and powerful dooce herself. We’re not mad at dooce, just for not talking about all the kick ass chicks she met at Blogher. But with so many wigs, we can understand the snub. I’m not really a dooce hater. She just needs to get out of my keyword searches.

P.S. It’s Raining

See that little town under that big tropical storm? That’s us. D and I were out today looking for roads to swim in. Sigh, we never get any fun.

S: What is Fay doing? She is just hovering over us.

D: Wants to be closer to the cool.

08-17-08

Tur-Duc-Hen (Turducken) and Hurricane Fay

If you have no clue…you should. If you’ve never tried it, you should. If you live in Indian River County, FL, go to Inlet Wines in Sebastian and have them order you one. Else wise best wishes or travel to Louisiana. Bryan cooked the one that has been hibernating in his freezer, waiting for Hurricane season so it could emerge and be eaten before the power goes out. Or the annual “Hurricane off The Port Bow” Celebration.

Sigh. Is it raining? Is it snowing? Is a hurricane a blowing?

It’s like the weatherman takes a big red marker, circles the ENTIRE southern coast line and smiles, proud of himself “There,” he says, “It will land there. Be sure to visit our sponsor.” And then the news wipes their entire line up and loops this nonsense for an hour straight.

08-16-08

Seedlings

Seedlings, originally uploaded by shellgreenier.

Our newest babies, a week and a half old.

08-14-08

Not Suitable For Work (NSFW) or Play

Announcer: He has an enormous wing span at 6’8″

S: Good God, <blushing> I wasn’t looking at his wing span. He has something else enormous in that picture. I can’t watch, it’s vulgar.

D: I know what you were looking at.

Announcer: He has size 14 feet

S: See?

AND…what’s with the diver’s little speedo things? I can’t even watch diving…let alone syncro. YIKES.

08-13-08

Chocolate Donuts for Dinner

S: That’s my new title: ‘The Trophy Wife’.

D: I’ll be ‘Arm Candy’

S: Sweet.

D: <mocking voice> Bllooooog Fodddder

S: <same mocking voice> Sleeeepin’ on the couch

D: With my choooocolate Doooonuts.

(note: we had chocolate donuts for dinner. They had a BOGO sale and D brought home one for me, one for him. We nommed on the front lawn on a blanket)

08-12-08

On Olympic Gymnastics…almost

Announcer: (on Russia leading the comp on first rotation tonight) America doesn’t really need to worry about where Russia is right now

Bryan: giggling* Yeah, they’re in Georgia.

P.s. did anyone else notice the “16″ year old Chinese member with the missing baby teeth, or were we the only ones?

08-10-08

David and his Sideburns.

Family Guy: The road to knighthood is paved with nobility and virtue, not LSD and sideburns

S: Yeah, DAVID! (on his sideburns, not the whole LSD thing)

08-07-08

You have stepped into the MoMom Zone.

Imoms Meeting of the Moms is in full swing here in Knoxville, TN. A few highlights:

1. 4 Nipples.

You can find a lot out about a person from their responses to “2 Truths, 1 Lie”. (WHY DOES THE 2:1 Ratio always bring up nightmares of 2 Girls, 1 Cup…Cake

2. “Holy Sh*t, I Crashed my Blog” is NOT proper use of keywords in a title.

Last night I came home from 2.5 glasses of chardonnay (in mommy years that’s two bottles for all you college kiddos out there) to find my blog crashed. Stopped working. My bad. I was playing with new wiki software (wikipedia’s open source) and crashed it all! MUAHAHAHa. Or that’s my excuse. Really, some distraught dooce fan came along and sabotaged it in retribution of my MommyBlogger Groupie Comment. (P.S. Dooce: Still waiting for that signature!) Obviously I fixed it, much to their disdain. kind of.

3. Who the hell is Scott from Philly?

Trying to track down a previous post about setting up a wireless network while drunk (no luck) turned up a random post about some so-called “Scott from Philly” WHO I CAN’T REMEMBER!

4. Whhaaaa?

Sometimes small business owners scare me… I saw this want ad the other day on myspace (first mistake). Second mistake(S):

I am looking for someone part-time who may be willing to work for merchandise. The days and hours will be very sparatic. I am willing to pay in cash for some hours depending on how much I need you (s: really??? “Willing to pay in cash?” You’re swell!). I need someone who is outgoing and reliable (S: which you are sure to get). You must have worked in retail before and have a source of transportation (s: which you won’t be able to afford to use to get here, b/c I DON’T PAY YOU!). I expect a lot from my girls so if you aren’t a hard worker and detail oriented please do not apply. (S: wonders how the IRS works this one out).

“I expect a lot from my girls”… that you won’t pay them and can’t give them reliable hours? Sounds to me like you’ll catch a winner. AND THEN two months later she’ll be whining about how she “can’t get any good help”. YIKES.

5. B: I wonder if they can take a picture of me with my face torn off?

…for my horror movie resume?

I love Bryan. He’s been my brother for ages (just like siblings, we hated each other growing up). Now he is waiting to go in for surgery for a septum that hates him and, while frightened, is in good spirits about it all.

B: How kick ass of a myspace pic would THAT be?