Tag: whining

Ngl I’m a little pissed that the SECOND FREAKING TIME I TRY TO BUY APIOS AMERICANA, I GET FREAKING AMPHICARPAEA BRACTEATA YET AGAIN!!!! WHY DO PEOPLE KEEP MIS-ID’ING THESE PLANTS ARE YOU BLUMMING SERIOUS-

those who hate the new she-ra design cause “she looks like a man w/o boobs/bosom/cleavage/sexualization” can suck the most unpleasant dick to ever exist for the expression “suck a dick”.

So yesterday not only did dad mow over my recovering Carpinus carolinana (you know, the one that we thought died to herbicides last year?? it was sprouting back up from the roots this year), he was mowing so low and abusing so much of the lawn mower itself in places it didn’t belong that it was actually set on fire from the strain despite our constant warnings/scoldings to cut higher and avoid this place or that place. He only halted when both mom and I were screaming “FIRE!!! FIRE!!!!”

Dad can’t even care for the expensive equipment that he’s supposed to be responsible/specialized in ffs….

tbh with stuff going on all around my fucks are waning for certain things harder and harder. I want my soil fork fixed, and I want to be able to draw digitally again. I also want our well water treated ffs already.

Reblog if you agree that when cleaning cow manure off boots that you shouldn’t be doing so in the house sink scrubbing away and then leaving the cowshit to fester in the sink uncleaned/washed out.

And should instead oh, idk, clean them on the lawn outside WITH THE FUCKING PRESSURED HOSE LIKE A DECENT HYGIENIC HUMAN BEING?!!!!!!!!!

Dad probably wonders why I get so buckwild whenever he’s out mowing the lawn every time but like???? How can I NOT where do I even start on the oldest memories of losing plants to him. In the past he has (not in chronological order);

– Weedwacked several potted Rose of Sharon seedlings that were HIGH UP ON CHAIRS. The pots were ripped apart as much as the seedlings.

– Nearly mowed our only official female ginkgo tree sapling which was MARKED (and by nearly I mean “definitely drove close to it that he would’ve only realized he was by the fact the mower blades were hitting wood”)

– The time he almost set the ENTIRE QUARTER OF THE ORCHARD ON FIRE DESPITE US TELLING/SCOLDING HIM TO FUCKING STOP BURNING STUFF THERE. The ashpit it left in the grass/lawn for that area is still there despite it being over a year or two cause of how severe it fucking was.

– The fact said fire(s) have lead to HIS OWN spruce sapling to become halfway dead due to the severe heat/fire damage, and he IS CONFUSED AS TO WHY WE WANT TO REMOVE IT WHEN ITS SO SEVERELY DAMAGED AND AT THE FRONT OF THE PROPERTY.

– FUCKING DROVE OVER A GINKGO TREE TALLER THAN DAD HIMSELF WITH THE FUCKING TRAILER. WHEN THERE IS PLENTY OF FUCKING DRIVEWAY SPACE RIGHT BESIDE TO MISS EVEN IF YOU WERE DRIVING LIKE A DUMBASS.

And those are just the things I remember. There is probably a fair bit more my brain has catered to making me utterly completely forget (thank you for once brain).

So when I hear lawnmower and him in the same sentence when I not only have all my potted birch trees outside the greenhouse (they needed to be out of the greenhouse environment to give the pests a harder time) PLUS my potted Tangutica clematis in the morning before breakfast or even before I’m awake OF COURSE IM GONNA EXPLODE IN A RAGE-FILLED ANXIETY. I kill plants enough without having assistance with the ones that actually do ok for me!!!