Call vivvian brilliant, or call me lazy but - sometimes old is new again and sometimes the golden oldies are worth revisiting.
Now don't touch that dial folks - you're in for a special treat today - a walk down the Floralilian memory lane - when life was good, and I didn't have a clue of what I was getting myself into here...
Posted in two of the three parts, with the middle one missing (to protect the innocent).
Thursday, September 18, 2003
11:01:00 PM EDT
Feeling Angry
Hearing "and i'll huff, and i'll puff, and i'll blow your house down!" ~said the big bad wolf isabel.
Okay, so today, hurricane Isabel decided to stop by.
Been a while since I had to play host to a hurricane in this part of Pennsylvania. I wasn't sure what to serve...lawn chair, table...hanging basket, or beloved maple tree? And I hardly knew how to dress for the occasion either. Do you think these heels are too much with my nightie?
I know, I know...I had plenty of time to prepare for her visit - But true to Floralilian form,
I didnt.
So this morning, of course the neighbors were understanding when I had to run outside in my nightgown and collect all of the blown over deck furniture...again. And Isabel, with her warped sense of tornadic humor, got her jollies by flipping my nightie over my head while I struggled to put the cafe umbrella down.
Not a very pretty sight, I assure you.
Verrry funny Isabel. Do us a favor won't you - and don't overstay your (un)welcome.
Friday, September 19, 2003
11:46:00 AM EDT
Feeling Angry
Hearing "life is either a daring adventure, or nothing."
It appears Isabel finally got tired of us and like the great big whore that she is, moved on to ravage other unsuspecting lawn chairs, and plantings and trees. Well, good riddance. "We don't need your kind around these parts, lady!" I raged my fist at her.
I walked around to survey the damage. Hmmm..kinda looks like the morning after a good keg party. Some of the trees and bushes are hung over from all of the fun....
No. really....hung over.
Slightly off kilter. Some horizontal, even.
I could just hear them all just moaning.."Killer party, dude!" "Man o' man...that Isabel is some pa-har-tay animal!" "Dude!" called another, "How 'bout those twister sisters!?"
The rosebushes, however, were not as impressed. "Shut up!" one yelled, "That bitch blew all my petals off!" "Look!" said another, "I think she killed the sunflowers!" Another screamed.
Sure enough, we appeared to have had a sunflower casualty. Maybe...
or maybe the sunflower just commited Hari-Kari, too intoxicated to stand up straight from the night of fun and festivities, it layed there with its head submerged in the stagnant birdbath water...
I walked over to check for a pulse.
Nope.
Nada.
Dead as a doornail.
I assessed for further evidence... wait... what's this?
"Nope." I said aloud, "This was clearly a homicide."
I called to the rosebushes, "Look here - her neck has been snapped." "The poor thing didnt have a chance," I said, shaking my head...
In sorrow, the roses sighed, and hung what was left of their pretty petaled heads....
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10 comments:
Flora, That`s wonderful! Sorry for your Floral Buddies!
V
LOL! Aw wicked Isabel did your companions in. I'll have to talk to her about that. :-)
"Who you callin' a lady?", Isabel snarls and kicks some furniture around and snaps some plants in two to prove her point. What a brat.
I REMEMBER THIS! And yet i have Amnesia
[i also remember posting 2 it that i had Amnesia]
Conundrum! Mean=while, my Queen~that is a
goshdarn cool Tabby in the entry below>
Holy Mobius! smooches 'til lata
Wonder just how much Isabel's parents knew about that party she threw? Huh? Did you think of them and their shame?
maybe the sunflower was trying to hide from the cops that were coming to break up the party.
Kathy
I love your kitty.
I am protesting against the weekend assignment... more to AOL than to Mr. Salty... only because it refuses to let me post pictures. How can I do my homework if the teacher doesn't provide proper working tools? F for me this week, I guess.
Have a glorious day!
~Erin
Thanks for the revisit! This is my first time read & I like it! -=)
Isabel sounded like a total, um, witch!!! LOL And the poor roses sighing about the loss of a cousin, the sunflower! -=(
LOL.. somehow, a lot of these older entries are better than anything we've been reading lately. Why do you think that is? I think we were all more free with our writing in the beginning. I miss how "easy" it used to feel. It's still fun... but the new has worn off. Pooh.
Great entries!! I love the vision of you fighting your nightie in the middle of the street while neighbors look on. tehehe...
Oh my gosh, the poor sunflower! Now my gardening skills suck, I'll admit it, and I've had plants die on me before... okay, they ALWAYS die on me... but they have never committed suicide before!
I've done a little research ... seems that the big whore DIDN'T get the last say ... Maybe there was a bit of hiney mooning going on then and ever since! You're such a graphic artist Florababy... This is something that catches a person's attention!
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