gladys help them

I just got a call from my mom. They're having someone help them with their computer and my mom wanted to get my e-mail address.

Me: "[my user name].... @..." on my way to saying "hotmail.com"

Mom: "Ap?" said my mom

"At."

"Ap? Honey, I don't understand what you're saying."

"AT!!"

"No, I still don't understand."

"AT!! A-as in apple; t-as in tom..."

"Oh! At!"

"Yes! shift-and the number 2 on the keyboard!"

And they think it's funny that I worry about them being on the internet.

Ooh-in other news, my dad's going to India in less than 2 weeks to do a deal with them. He's musing about selling the company. "You're outsourcing!" I joked. The company will probably stay in the US.

weeding, hacking, killing indescriminently

I spent part of my day pulling up the crazy weeds in backyard. I am no biologist, so I have my own classification (well, aside from the note that anything that grows profusely on our property must be a weed).

The stuff that, when you pull it out, has these roots that look like spaghetti squash. That is my professional opinion. These weeds are nutty, man. They grow in, like, 1 layer of oak leaves. It's just bad. These enemies appeared after I had begun to banish the brambles. The brambles still exist, and I know I have much work to do in that area, but g-damn, I'm so damned proud of myself that I've created a path, through the sand and oak leaves, where there was no path 3 years ago. "It's a Roman road!" mda always says.

On top of pulling those are some crazy weeds that climb along the ground (yes, I know that's totally inappropriate as a description). These weeds make little burr-balls that, while not being painful, cling to anything that come near them.

And lastly are these nutty trees that have thorns as sharp as rose bushes. I chomped down a bunch of them today.

So here are the days triumphs:
*The "spaghetti squash" weeds
*The "burr"... thingys
*The "rose bush" trees.

I'm so clueless when it comes to the local flora.

Oh, and in the meantime, I've been reading for the website. Sent of 14 rejections, and I'm feeling good about that. 'Cept I was given 55 stories to look at. d. oh.