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did homework.

now, bored.

no more homework.

no more work.

why always have work?

I es bored.

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The next chapter in my wedding book is.... THE RING. I must have a thing for being green... where's my Irish prince??

Below is an emerald, princess cut in white gold with diamonds surrounding the main gem... isn't it just beautiful? This will be my wedding ring.

Ha!

To be honest, I don't plan to be wed anytime soon. But, these are pictures of my dream wedding... All I need is a man to go in the picture. *laff* So, my wedding destination will be (drum roll please) Kilkenny, Ireland. See how beautiful the area is? The old and majestic castles... the beautiful green lawns.... the history of the area... and I'm not even Irish!

Next to come... flowers for my dream wedding.

As I age, I am trying to be healthier, eat healthier, drink healthier. So, I've been taking in a LOT of soy products. I've been eating edamame and drinking LOTS of soymilk. Well, one reason is soymilk takes longer to spoil and ... since I'ma perfectly single gal, it takes me a long time to finish my milk. So, soymilk is perfect. I also found that Yeo's makes soymilk with melon flavor! Isn't that awesome??!! I've also found at the American stores a vanilla flavor soymilk. YUM!

Soy, it's good for you... and me.

I was doing some weeding in my yard the other day... and I was going along just fine. Then I get to under the tree (there's a HUGE tree in front of my house, that shadows my flower bed) and at the second digging action with my tiny little hand held 3 forked weeder, I pulled up a WORM! I immediately jumped up and almost screamed. I instantly calmed myself... and said to myself "I can do this." and continued to weed. I move down just about a foot trying to pull up as much of the root to the freaking crabgrass that is growing there.. and BOOM! another WORM! This time, it was HUGE, an earthworm probably.

*sigh*

I would love to plant beautiful flowers in my flower bed... but I cannot get over the worms! Why did the greater beings create worms? They are so freaking gross and icky and yucky and nasty and eeewwwwwwing. Yea, I sorta ran out of other descrīptions to let you know exactly how much more I despise worms.

So, what strong, burly man out there is gonna come help me weed my flower bed? There's an incentive in there for ya *wink*. Maybe some... "apple pie"?