Posted in Fatty, Life, Zombie Apocalypse on July 15, 2010 by dougroberson

Yesterday, I posted an entry about how I haven’t noticed a difference about my weight loss. Like I said, I am wearing smaller clothes and the numbers on the scale don’t lie, but I don’t see much of a change in the mirror. At work, Kelvin tells me all the time that he can tell. He’s more observant than I am, I guess. When I look in the  mirror, I still see Fatty.

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I can’t tell much of a difference

Posted in Life, Zombie Apocalypse on July 14, 2010 by dougroberson

A few months ago, I weighed myself and was shocked. Way too fat. I take meds for diabetes, high blood pressure, and high cholesterol. My ex-girlfriend really wanted me to find a way off of the meds because she believes in homeopathic medicine. I just don’t like taking pills, so I was all for it.

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“Love thy Neighbor; yet don’t pull down your Hedge” – Poor Richard’s Almanac

Posted in Gardening, Neighbors, Zombie Apocalypse on June 2, 2010 by dougroberson

It’s easy to tell who your real friends are. It is even easier to tell when you’re building a fence. For example… if you pull a 2×4 out of the back of your Jeep, throw it, and it ricochets off the ground, then bounces up and busts your buddy’s forehead open… and he STILL comes back the next day to help you finish your fence, that is a real friend.

This is the finished gate. Notice the crooked slats. We'll redo this weekend.

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The Magical, Magnificent Aboriginal Music Making Machine

Posted in Gardening, Neighbors, Zombie Apocalypse on May 3, 2010 by dougroberson

I’m feeling pretty sore tonight.

I was at Aaron’s house most of the weekend to assist with the sprinkler trench. This job is turning out to be a lot bigger than either of us thought it would be. Yesterday, we ran into problems with compacted soil and thick clay.

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They’re like blues-picking ninjas

Posted in Life, Zombie Apocalypse on April 30, 2010 by dougroberson

April 30, 2010

So, I’m already making up stupid titles for my blog posts. Sorry.

Something special happened in my back yard yesterday and I want to talk about it. When I went to my Mom’s house for Christmas ’08, I took about 60 cuttings from rose bushes my Dad raised. They’d started turning woody, so they really needed a trimming, anyway, and I wanted to clone them for my house. I dipped each cutting in rooting hormone, planted it, and covered it with a mason jar, making a mini-greenhouse. Over the next few weeks, they took root and almost all of them survived….

Until I decided to put them in pots.

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