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I can so totally grow A plant from seed. That's right, one plant out of 5 has sprouted. Lookie lookie: It's the sensitive plant so I keep touching it hoping to see it shy away, either it's slow or it's not ripe yet for the shirking. SHIRK DAMN YOU. Also I saw this where the moon flower was planted: I'm fairly sure that's mold. Does mold growing count? Yeah, I didn't think so. This

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Gardening was never ever going to be a hobby I researched or talked about or tried or pretended to know existed. Plants and I have a life long disagreement. They die in the places I want them to grow and grow in the places I want them to die. I've been begging my husband for years to let me salt the earth around the house. He'll give in. In the meantime routine cleaning and reorganizing of the

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When I picked up the freakishly large latch hook Jesus kit I was more than thrilled at the prospect. Also remember I didn't know it was so big until I opened the box. I was all set to do other tremendously tacky latch hook kits and I even found a SIX FOOT LONG one of the Last Supper for the wee price of $450.00. I was still mostly unimpressed with teady bears and sweet cherubic angels or

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If you really want to get a party going go out and get a giant bag of balloons from your local card and party store and a book from the library on different animals. Between the endless innuendos, the made up hats and critters, the popping and the general frolicking a good time can be had by all. Unfortunately I do not have pictures of this. The book does go back to the library tomorrow so I

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It seems lately I've been spending a lot of time wandering around craft stores. What should I buy? What should I try? It's been a very long time since I actually looked at everything in the store. Turns out doing that is bad for me. I see the cheesiest tackiest thing and I know it must be mine. Hence, Latch Hook Jesus. It was totally more than I wanted to spend (39.95) but I had a gift card

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Balloon animals for fun and zero profit? Certainly there is some value to having them not made by clowns. No one likes a clown, or so I've heard. But here we go. We started with some inflating with the handy inflatorator. I can call it that. I've also been calling it Zombie Bob.We only popped 3 in the process of coming up with on viable latex, not animal bladder. On the first one the little ring

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Ok, so in my readings I've found that you don't want to inflate your own balloons with your air. There are always screamings of unsanitariness, but I ignore those. I breathe on you and you don't die. The air from the balloon won't kill you either.The problem really is that I can't do it. Maybe some of you can, but I huffed and puffed and promptly passed out. Dogs and Cats love it when I pass out.

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There is little in my internet wanderings about balloons that doesn't begin with the ugly truth that much history begins with. It's gross. The first balloons, and the only for many centuries, were dried and inflated animal bladders. Intestines were used for long ones. Not much less disgusting if you ask me, but all those ancients didn't which is fine because so few ever do. Ask me that is. If you

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I do absolutely nothing with my evenings and weekends. Well, see friends and family, watch movies, empty the cat boxes. Yet, I'm envious of so many others. The ones that have a project to go home to, one they yearn to be a part of after spending the work day wherever degrading place they spend it. I thought, maybe, I should try them all. This is my record of all the hobbies I tried. How I liked

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