Howdy. How the heck are ya on this lovely day? I’m pretty much fine as frog’s hair (does anyone know where or who or why someone would be inspired to first utter the ridiculous words “I’m fine as frog’s hair”??? wth?? sounds like something google could tell me). Me and Gibbs just got back from a short truck ride round the block to drop off the water bill payment and to get four bales of pine straw from my little local nursery. Love my little town, but they really need to move it up to the 21st century…the water bill is the only bill I have to write a check for. And every quarter when I write the check I have to mentally think about how to write out the dollar amount. Seriously. It sucks. Step it up, Lake Helen! Put Pay Pal on your website!!!!
Anyway. I had a blog epiphany today. Yep, sure did. My epiphany (luv that word) is that I’m trying waaaaayyyy too hard to fit into the blogland niche of the perfect-garden-nothing-out-of-place-my-life-is-heaven-on-earth blogs. Yeah right. First off, if someone tells me they’ve got the perfect garden with nothing out of place and their life is heaven on earth all the friggin time…well, I’m gonna tell them they’re a liar, liar pants on fire. Then I’m gonna stick my tongue out at them. That’ll tell em. ha. So this is the deal: I’m gonna start being more me when I write. After all…Roses and Gargoyles is MY blog about MY imperfect garden/house/life and how I deal with all that imperfectness (that might be a Jeanni word…). If you want to follow along for the journey, then I say Hell yeah! But what you’re gonna get on that journey is talk from someone who (as I’ve been told many, MANY times by my friends and family) really has no filters. Things pretty much roll round my pretty little head then just kinda pop out my mouth. Think Pez dispenser… Sometimes I can hear a few brain cells whispering “whoa! let’s think about that before we…oh, too late.” Man, those brain cells need to learn to yell if they want me to listen to them… Do I intentionally say things to hurt people? No. That is oh so not what I’m talking about. What I do, though, is speak my mind. If I think you’re being an idiot, well, sweetness, I’ll find some Southern lady-like way to tell your little pea pickin heart, God bless ya, that you’re an idiot! And I LUV me some swear words. Yeah bubba. So you’re gonna see “wth’ and “wtf” and some other choice words bantered about. You’ll know I’m REALLY pissed about something if I’m spelling those choice words out instead of abbreviating them. Sorta like when Momma calls you by your first, middle, AND last name. You know there’s some deep shiz going on then.
Yeah R and G is about me creating my new garden and renovating my house. You’re gonna see garden pics that have weeds in the beds or shrubs with yellow leaves or a pool with leaves floating in it (thank goodness I got rid of that green water though…it’s back to sparkly blue again! damn algae). And you’ll see house pics with dirt on the floor or a cobweb or two in the ceiling corners. I’m pretty darn sure if you zoom in you might even see a spider in those cobwebs waving at you. I’m also gonna talk about Gibbs, and my horrible day at work (or my good day…good days are known to happen at work sometimes), and my relationship with my Handsome Man, and so on, and so on. But it’s gonna be real talk, not some make-believe oh-blogland-will-like-me-better-if-i’m-perfect fake crap.
My deal is this: Don’t visit R and G if you expect perfection or if what I say offends you. Consider yourself warned.
Phew. Boy do I feel better now that that’s out of my system.
Ok. Raise your hand if you want to see roses!!! Some of these are ones in my garden now and some are from my previous gardens. If the name is in burgundy and underlined that means it’s linked to its description page in “My Roses….” Click the name and, viola!, you’ll see more stuff about it.