Doomed gardening

Haven't done it lately, but did once and one of the first was a doctorate in some plant related science- How's that for funny?

Just tried. I got one for my maiden name , which is weird and German. and there was a lady mentioned in a geneology page.
My married name yielded three on Wikipedia, two of which don't have an article. (say what? they list articles but no article?...) Including the story of the Lost German Slave Girl. I might just buy the book -used- and read about me.

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Thanks for the link, Happy.

Ohhh, you're into bells, Lady Bells??? There's a new act!! You can bet lyour little hamster I won't explain the Cherry Roper formula. It just beats Mohawk Marvin anyday.

Foxy, you are a naughty naughty firefly.

Whenever I see the name Cherry Roper, I cannot help but think of cat herding...

Cat herding?? That's what running a Little League team is called.

We are truly a very naughty bunch.

HOORAY!

if anyone is interested in more theatre discussion:
http://davesgarden.com/community/forums/t/818259/

i was missing this goofy thread...

somehow came to a screeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeching halt. I don't know theater- except my high school musical chorus experience. Wanna hear?????
Just blew in from the windy ci-TY
The windy city is mighty pretty..

gee - i didn't think i'd kill it just by posting a link to my theatre thread...
now i feel sad.

"Matchmaker, Matchmaker, Make Me a Match, Find Me a Find, Catch Me a Catch!" -- from my 2nd Grade class performance.

Nah, I would have come back here sooner and posted something trashy, but I either got too busy or too uncreative ... sorry!

Come on now Amy, the thread going quiet for a minute is surely not connected with you posting a link. Don't be sad Sweetie.

As for my last involvement in the Theater, it was a show put on in sixth grade. ha-ha I was the comical Christmas Fairy. All the other girls who played fairies were costumed in this silky, sort of sheer pastel colored fairy outfits. Here comes the clown in an old, cotton, summer nightgown of my mom which has all very bright colors in it. What a hoot!!! Talk about feeling like the odd man out.

Since the title of this thread is Doomed Gardening, maybe some of us can share some doomed gardening stories, most embarrasing planting story or some such. Come on folks, I know that there are some good ones out there just waiting to be heard.

I will start and see if I get monitored. I must have been all of either 13 or 14 years old when my girlfriend and I were given some marijuana seeds. We decided to try planting them to see if they would grow. We decided the place to plant them would be outside of a cattle feed lot on my dad's farm. We figured that not too many people would be walking around in that area and find our "garden."

Whenever I think back on this first exercise in gardening I have to laugh at myself. Oh we chose a place where peeking eyes could not see, but we forgot to factor in the sun that would be necessary for a garden to grow. This area was thick with very tall pine trees. How dissapointed we were when we went to check on our garden and nothing had happened. I am not sure how many years later it was before I figured out that sun was vital in terms of producing a good crop. ha-ha I must have been asleep during biology part of elementary school.

I guess that a person had to be there. ha-ha Thank for letting me reminisce the good old days.

You all have a great day.

Ruby

i really thought that story was headed for some high cows...

Too funny!

My gardening saga is one long doomed story.

Ha-ha, never even thought of that happending Amy. How cute!!!

Happy, I can't believe that last statement. I would be willing to bet that even with all the shade that you have, you have grown some pretty things.

I was sitting here trying to think of more doomed gardening mishaps and cannot recall any at the moment. I do know that there a few plants that no matter how hard I try, and how many different techniques I use, I cannot get them to live. The one that comes to mind first is a Ficus Tree. I am sure that I have bought at least three of them in my lifetime and maybe more, and they never last very long. Oh, woe is me.

Ruby

When I was in high school we had an Ecology Club. About four girls. I wanted to plant trees along the drivway of the school. I sprouted some acorns in milk cartons in my bedroom. They grew ok, that was fun! a few moments with stinky poorly drained soggy containers....I think I found a slimy mess on the card table when I picked them up once. I brought those soggy baby trees to school on the bus, probably smelled bad! I, maybe we, hacked some holes out of the grass to plant them in. I'm sure they were promptly swallowed up by grass or mowed over. I don't remember if we even put anything around them (fence). But our hearts were in the right place. Go Ecology Club! We had a little bake sale once. Some stinkin senior girl took a cookie without paying, right in my face. This was at a Catholic school even! she'll rot for that. The teacher/club mentor was 'cool' she made natural soap. before natural soap was cool.

Gee ruby- its been so long since I thought about that. I was a frustrated gardener back in 10th grade!

Mighty Oaks from Little Acorns Grow.

That's one of my mom's favorite sayings...

Go Ecology Club!

Hey, I was a member of the Ecology Club at our high school too. All I remember about it was at the end of the year the President of the club would be graduating and he was trying to hold elections for the next years board. He couldn't get anyone out of a really packed full classroom to offer to do anything. I wasn't in the club the next year, so I am not sure who took the position. I think of that particular day from time to time and still think that it was pitiful.

Another observation. The first class reunion that I attended was my 20th. To this day I am still amazed at how little anyone had changed over the years. The preppies were all still together, the rednecks together, nerds and geeks together and of course all of the stoners who kept taking little walks away from the crowd. No one had changed very much at all.

Aaaaaahhhhhhh High School.

Ruby

How true about the things that we remember. I was standing in line at the local dollar store yesterday and in the same line were two people who went through school with me. I haven't moved on as most of my classmates probably did, but it was still a bit unusual to have two folks that I haven't seen for years, be in same store as myself.

So, Ruby, did you strike up a conversation with them, or watch quietly from afar? :)

Hi Wrightie - Actually, I spoke with both of them. I had a cart full and the guy had two things in his hand. I told him that he could go in front of me. The very next second, the girl was standing right there too, also with two items. I told her to ahead too. I had a gallon of milk in my cart and the guy asked how much the milk costs. I told him that I didn't know, but I thought it was a few cents cheaper than the local grocery store. He told me that he buys it for $3 at Walmart. When I got home I checked the sales slip and the milk cost $4.29. Dang, I am gonna have to go to Walmart for my milk. NOT.

The girl told me thank you as she was leaving. Thinking back on her, once upon a time we were very close and hung around together all the time. I haven't spent any time with her since high school though. I was thinking of giving her a phone call sometime and see what she has been up to the past thirty years. ha-ha We used to always have a lot of teenage fun together and didn't get in too much trouble together.

Before becoming teens, we were majorettes in the same group. She had been at it longer than myself and was a much better twirler than I was, but just reminds me how far back we go. It would be very interesting to catch up with some of the other majorettes and see how their lives turned out.

Are you sorry you asked Wrightie? I have a tendency to give novel length answers.

I have my 20 year reunion this year. I don't know if I'm going to go or not. I didn't hang out with a lot of people in HS and my best friend from HS will be in Germany (DH in Airforce) so I seriously doubt she'll be attending. When I went for 10 yr. I was actually surprised at the # of people who acted excited to see me since I really didnt' have much to do with them. Kinda nervous. It isnt' until Oct so I have time to decide.

You ladies are so funny. I don't think there even was marijuana when I was in high school! My worst year was 9th grade. My classmates all went on to catholic HS from 8th grade, while I went, at my own request, to public school. I must have been in the toughest home room they had, and with my catholic school "yes, sirs" and "no, maams" I stuck out like a sore thumb. Most of the guys were in special ed, which was then synonomous with incorrigible lout warehouse. There was one guy I was so afraid of that I'd rather not go to homeroom than have to sit near him. He liked to wait across the street when school let out, kind of jump out of nowhere, and give me a mini heart attack. When I was on classmates.com, someone was trying to find his whereabouts. He's probably in the witness protection program.

quoted---special ed, which was then synonomous with incorrigible lout warehouse. Ha ha
Still is to a certain extent I M very H O

and jumping out to scare is pretty tame by today's standards of bad HS kid!

Pdoyle, you have to go. Makes for good conversation for weeks after. Another observation that I made was that by our late 30's most of us were willing to admit that we all felt as though we were misfits in high school. This sentiment coming from the best looking guy who also was quarterback on football team, was quite an eye opener. This eye opener has given me a lot of insight in to how much I missed out on way back then from having feelings of unworthiness. So interesting. I guess it is a major case of - I wish I knew then, what I know now. Boy would life have turned out differently for me. Don't get me wrong, I have a very good life now, but........a girl can dream can't she?

You are the funny one Pam. Love your description of things. It is usually Sally who can make me laugh out loud on here.

Ruby

You've got me thinking....the "special ed" reminds me about an incident in junior high school. 'Way back then' we called the special ed students "hoods", basically your juvenile delinquent. There was a group of these students that were "introduced" into our classes, hopefully to have a positive effect on them. Unfortunately they were usually disruptive but occasionally prompted laughs with their antics. On one occasion, Richard Sargent (I can't believe I remember his name and even what he looked like - basically an ugly Patrick Swayze with a much larger nose! LOL)....decided it might get a laugh if he pulled my chair out from under me. Just as I was about to sit down he yanked the chair and I fell flat on my #$%! Obviously brought laughs but oh, the look from the French teacher!!! She looked at ME like I was responsible for his behavior! Oh the memories :)

Shame on him!!!! Yep, it is funny the things that we recall.

Ruby

i remember doing a production of Brigadoon in HS. The guy playing Tommy, the romantic lead, sings a song called "Almost like Being in Love". At one point, he runs upstage and throws open the windows to look out at the countryside - or the loch - i dunno, but he is singing about how beautiful the whole world seems to him.
Anyway, many people seemed to feel that Jim, the actor, was getting a little too full of himself. So, one night about 6 of them crawled between the set wall and the backdrop, knelt on the floor out of sight of the audience, and as he rapturously threw open the windows and looked out...

they mooned him.

Remembering the look on Jim's face 20 years later: priceless.
There are some things money can't buy...


amy
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Amy, tell the truth ... were YOU a mooner?

Wrightie, I don't think Amy was one of the mooners. How would she have been able to see that look on his face.

From between her knees, of course!

lol

I can't top (or should I say "bottom") Amy's story, but I do remember a boy in first grade name Nathaniel Bontempko (oh how I hope he isn't a gardener and on this site!) who had a crush on me. I sat in the front row (I was a goodie two shoes I suppose). One day Nathaniel had to give a book report. We had to stand up in front of the class for these reports. Nathaniel was nervous. Actually, he was really very very nervous; or more likely, with the benefit of hindsight, I suppose he must have had the flu. In any event, he threw up all over me. Needless to say, I still remember that day!

LOL!

I threw up on Kevin Terry's shoes in the lunch room. I was the "puker" in grade school...

The "puker" -- I love it! Did the seas part when they saw you coming? (Watch out guys, here comes the puker?)

Don't know. I was too busy staring at that industrial tile flooring that they used in schools built in the 50's ...

I've never liked eating breakfast -- ever. Unfortunately, that would sometimes come back to bite me. Heh heh. The poopie part about that lunchroom incident is that I had a crush on Kevin Terry from 4th - 6th grades... and I puked on his feet. Nice.

You remember that -- but probably all Kevin remembers is his self-loathing for being too shy to ask you out!

I *always* wanted him to pick me during the dreaded Square Dancing week of Phys. Ed. Sigh ... he never did ask me and I was much too shy to do the asking, so I always ended up being matched up with whichever boy was left standing. That boy was always someone with the initials of T.Y. My last name started with a W and the gym teachers weren't particularly creative ...

I finally solved all these problems by going (or more accurately, being sent) to an all girls' school starting in 7th grade!

Lucky you(?)!

Happy, speaking of light stands (Miata's thread), did you ever end up making one with the baker's rack?