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A Day In The Life

For me, it's always....
Good King Wenceslaus.

And I don't even celebrate Christmas!

;-)

Yes, but I've just finished my third Christmas gift. No wonder the birds are singing and the bees buzzing. ;o)

Gosh I'm mean!!

That rose is indeed lovely. I had hoped that one would be developed without genetic engineering but considering they've been trying to get a true blue for 30 plus years, I think it wasn't going to happen.

I had tried growing Blue Girl roses for years (more of a lavendar than a blue) and simply had no luck. They were always weak bloomers with scraggily growth and would croak at the first sign of a hard freeze. *sigh*

I can't believe you brought up Christmas!! What is WRONG with you, dear lady? Have you taken leave of your senses????????

The article didn't give a lot of detail, but if the genes introduced didn't also cause sterility (which is a possibility) then it should breed true.

As for disease resistance, that one would be a double edged sword. If the disease takes advantage of a certain portion of the rose's genome to infect the plant, then it would be possible to use gene therapy to make a resistant rose. BUT (and this is a big but) many genes are there for a reason. Remove or replace the gene, and you may end up with a defective plant that doesn't grow properly, or a plant that is vulnerable to another disease instead.

Gattica is theoretically possible, but based on where science is now, I doubt that anyone alive today will see the results of "modified babies". What is more likely is that particular modified tissues (like some working liver, or a working pancreas) will be given to someone whose own organ isn't working properly. Even that is years away right now though, if it even will ever happen. Bush's current genetic program policies pretty much ensure that most of research in this direction is going to be hamstrung.

hmmm...now im HUNGRY!!! you can come cook for me anytime, i think your menu ideas sound devine. my two are also fond of the mac cheese from a box *gag* then again you cant get a lot of the good cheeses here so they have never had the REAL deal. cant make mac cheese without 5 different kinds of cheese!

-pk-

I wish you'd been my mom! Mom cooked for herself (and Dad) and the rule was that we had to eat at least a small helping of everything. That's "everything" as in "no exceptions". I wasn't permitted to get up from the table until I'd satisfied the requirements. Since the last person up from the table had to clear the table and wash the dishes, I quickly learned to eat fast ... fast enough so that the food didn't hit my tongue and I didn't have to actually taste it. Small, fast forkfulls were best - they didn't need chewing. I suspect this is the reason that today I can swallow pills easily, even without water. It's probably also the reason that bile rises to the back of my mouth when somebody is cooking scrapple within a ten mile radius of me.

I am TRYING to imagine brocolli with ketchup on it...


Can't go there though..... ;-)

We have given in to the short order cook venue. This is far easier at this time of year when we bbq almost every night. The boys get their hamburgers, Mark prefers a steak and I get grilled chicken for my salad; everyone is happy. The best part is Mark usually is the one who cooks it. Can't beat a deal like that. :)

*sigh* As you know, context is everything. I suppose I could have reworded it to "Bird that poop pink" but that comes too close to "Knights that say 'Neep'" for me to be comfortable. I also suppose I could have written it "pink-pooping birds", but that technically leaves much to be desired. The standard rule of thumb is that the adjective describes the noun/gerand it's situated directly in front of. Therefore, &"pink pooping birds" would refer to birds putting out pink poop.

Now, had I a bunch of incontinent flamingoes, then the proper way to describe them would be "pooping pink birds", with pink coming directly before the noun it modifies. Not that I'd mind a mess of pooping pink birds at the moment. It would make a nice complementary entry to my pink pooping bird entry of today.

So there. [insert Bronx cheer wav here]

Hi! I stopped by to say Happy 4th of July! Bar-b-ques are all I dream about.....Yum! Ribs and corn on the cob! How about you?

I see that you changed your diary around, you are a cruel woman. First thing in the morning, drinking my first coffee of the day, trying to find out how to leave a comment of merry greetings to you. You are cruel. I nearly pulled my hair out.

Anyhow, I bought a husband at the same store you did! He is a genius with computers, he is a wonderful inventor, has an incredible work ethic, but can't touch a car. I have had more "issues" with cars after his loving touch then I care to remember. At this present moment my radio is messed up, he changed the one that was in it to my cd player. One problem, the cd player now doesn't work. AGGHHHH....

So, did you find out what was wrong with your car?

Bright Blessings... Bogomils