BLOGGER HAS DECIDED, IN ITS INFINITE WISDOM, THAT I HAVE ENABLED COMMENT MODERATION.
I HAVE NOT.
I HAVE CHECKED. NO.
STILL, SOME OF YOUR MESSAGES ARE GETTING BOUNCED TO MY E-MAIL, AND NOT GETTING PUBLISHED ON MY BLOG.
I AM NOT DELETING YOUR COMMENTS.
I BLAME FRANCE.
does anyone know how to fix this? i think one from surly just got lost in space, and a couple from the last post ended up in the nowhere also. WTF?????
HAPL!@
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I love you all desparately and unreasonably. You know that.
But the sun is out, and I'm gardening, and the dirt smells so good....!
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Yay I am first.
ReplyDeleteSnubbed for a shrub
How rude !
Disregarded for a daisy !!!
ReplyDeleteNeglected for a nastursium!!!!
Passed over for a plant!!!
Beast: Passed over for a plant?
ReplyDeleteWell it IS Passover.
I've been out in the yard too! Isn't it unbelievable? No bugs yet, not too hot, it's glorious!
ReplyDeleteBlogger/Googler will unhinge in a day or so..it sometimes just gets fercockt out of the blue.
*sigh
Nothing you can do but to try later.
Life IS a Garden baby
DIG IT!!
.... dirt dont hurt. as they say... good on you for the garden work, feels good. and feel free to delete this comment like you have been doing to your other readers... i dont mind.
ReplyDeleteAh spring....time for renewal. I love raking up the leaves out of the flower beds and putting out my yard art. I am not going to put up my birdhouses, they usually hang on the fence. Reason? to disguise the fact the fence looks like hell. Once Unca W sends us our cash, we are going to help the economy by putting up a new fence. I love the outdoors.
ReplyDeleteBloody blogger - it has been doing funny things to mine lately too - like not loading and showing half my pics etc etc. Anyway - garden, warm earth, spring, digging, tomato seeds and basking. All good things. xx
ReplyDeletei have no idea how to fix the problem...but digging holes i have found sometimes helps...depending on what you put in them :)
ReplyDeleteeh hem...beast...what is wrong with a daisy?
ReplyDeleteI have no idea how to fix your comments thing...but at least it's stopped insisting that you can only sign in with a blogger account (which is one reason why there's been a dearth of comments from me recently)...
ReplyDeletebut it's definitely not France's fault. Honest...
Come on, can't blame France for everything. Look at all they've given us - French Fries, French Poodles, French Kisses . . .
ReplyDeleteI thought we were supposed to be blaming Al Kayda (is that how GW pronounces it?) for everything, or the Republicans.
joe, sometimes he says "El Kie-ey-duh" like it is a Mexican mariachi band. That always cracks me right up.
ReplyDeletecome on now, hendrix. everything is france's fault in the end.
ReplyDeletebeast: disregarded for a dicentra
ReplyDeleteleft for a lilioaesphodelus
abandoned for a ageratum
forsaken for a filamentosum
...oh, I could do this for DAYS....
MJ: GO WHAP YOUR DOORPOSTS WITH A BLOODY HYSSOP!! GO!! FAST!!
...too late.
Baron Kopphainz: no, the wind is blowing the bugs away! but the sky is that funny blue color and that big glowing thing is shining!!!
voices:...tastes JUST LIKE CHICKEN!
there you see? i figured it out all by my little lonesome!
gale: i plant mine in scarlet runner beans and call it good. bird houses probably give you less gas, though.
rocky: everyone south of me has snow! its AWESOME! muahahahaha!!
daisy: ignore him, sweetheart. he gets a little emotional right around this time every month; shhhh.
hendrix: aha, i knew it. but it has to be france, i tell you. it SEEMS FRENCH.
joe: IT IS TOO FRANCE. FRANCE FRANCE FRANCE. THEY ARE MEAN TO FROGS. AND...AND STUFF.
FRANCE.
SSA: i also recall him saying
YOWL-Kaider. one weeps.
you can't get your comments, while i keep getting someone calling my house asking for someone else. at least once a week someone calls and asks for some dude. i told them, that person doesn't live here, has never lived here, and will never live here. and i have a new number!!!
ReplyDeleteBlogger is like a 4ft 2ins tall judge.
ReplyDelete'the saints are always dissapointed in you"
ReplyDeleteThat made me snicker uncontrollably.
Thanks :)