My sincere apologies to all blondes for the unwarranted aspersion cast
upon them by the above heading. Guess I could have called it a
"seniors' day", but that's getting too close to home for comfort.

It was time for the weekly fertilising of my orchids. I measured out
70 ml of concentrate, filled up the sprayer with water, & shook it
thoroughly to ensure the fertiliser was properly dissolved. Pumped it
up, slung it over my shoulder, & headed out to the orchids. Carefully
squirted each pot with the appropriate amount; had a bit left over, so
also squirted several small cycads & other young plants. Best part of
an hour's work all told.

Went back to the preparation area to clean out the sprayer. Guess
what? There still on the bench was the 70 ml of fertiliser
concentrate! If anyone ever tells you Aussies can swear, you'd better
*#@#%&$#@@!!! believe it!
Dave Gillingham
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ROFLMAO.....

Kye.

"Dave Gillingham" wrote in message
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My sincere apologies to all blondes for the unwarranted aspersion cast
upon them by the above heading. Guess I could have called it a
"seniors' day", but that's getting too close to home for comfort.

It was time for the weekly fertilising of my orchids. I measured out
70 ml of concentrate, filled up the sprayer with water, & shook it
thoroughly to ensure the fertiliser was properly dissolved. Pumped it
up, slung it over my shoulder, & headed out to the orchids. Carefully
squirted each pot with the appropriate amount; had a bit left over, so
also squirted several small cycads & other young plants. Best part of
an hour's work all told.

Went back to the preparation area to clean out the sprayer. Guess
what? There still on the bench was the 70 ml of fertiliser
concentrate! If anyone ever tells you Aussies can swear, you'd better
*#@#%&$#@@!!! believe it!
Dave Gillingham
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Dave Gillingham wrote:
My sincere apologies to all blondes for the unwarranted aspersion cast
upon them by the above heading. Guess I could have called it a
"seniors' day", but that's getting too close to home for comfort.

It was time for the weekly fertilising of my orchids. I measured out
70 ml of concentrate, filled up the sprayer with water, & shook it
thoroughly to ensure the fertiliser was properly dissolved. Pumped it
up, slung it over my shoulder, & headed out to the orchids. Carefully
squirted each pot with the appropriate amount; had a bit left over, so
also squirted several small cycads & other young plants. Best part of
an hour's work all told.

Went back to the preparation area to clean out the sprayer. Guess
what? There still on the bench was the 70 ml of fertiliser
concentrate! If anyone ever tells you Aussies can swear, you'd better
*#@#%&$#@@!!! believe it!
Dave Gillingham
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Glad you shook it up so well! :-Þ

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This is LIFE! It's not a rehearsal. Don't miss it!
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On Tue, 05 Apr 2005 15:32:35 +0200, Reka
wrote:

Dave Gillingham wrote:
My sincere apologies to all blondes for the unwarranted aspersion cast
upon them by the above heading. Guess I could have called it a
"seniors' day", but that's getting too close to home for comfort.

Went back to the preparation area to clean out the sprayer. Guess
what? There still on the bench was the 70 ml of fertiliser
concentrate! If anyone ever tells you Aussies can swear, you'd better
*#@#%&$#@@!!! believe it!
Dave Gillingham
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Glad you shook it up so well! :-?

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Welcome to the club.
SuE
http://orchids.legolas.org/gallery/albums.php

It's called CRS disease (can't remember s@## (stuff)) caused by graying
hair.

dusty wrote:
It's called CRS disease (can't remember s@## (stuff)) caused by graying
hair.

I call it Halfheimers disease. I just forget half of the stuff I'm
supposed to.

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Rob's Rules: http://littlefrogfarm.com
1) There is always room for one more orchid
2) There is always room for two more orchids
2a) See rule 1
3) When one has insufficient credit to obtain more
orchids, obtain more credit

Starts way earlier than does grey hair, at least in my family.
--
Kenni Judd
Juno Beach Orchids
http://www.jborchids.com

"Rob Halgren" wrote in message
...
dusty wrote:
It's called CRS disease (can't remember s@## (stuff)) caused by graying
hair.

I call it Halfheimers disease. I just forget half of the stuff I'm
supposed to.

--
Rob's Rules: http://littlefrogfarm.com
1) There is always room for one more orchid
2) There is always room for two more orchids
2a) See rule 1
3) When one has insufficient credit to obtain more
orchids, obtain more credit

On Tue, 05 Apr 2005 19:48:20 +1000, Dave Gillingham
wrote:

My sincere apologies to all blondes for the unwarranted aspersion cast
upon them by the above heading. Guess I could have called it a
"seniors' day", but that's getting too close to home for comfort.

It was time for the weekly fertilising of my orchids. I measured out
70 ml of concentrate, filled up the sprayer with water, & shook it
thoroughly to ensure the fertiliser was properly dissolved. Pumped it
up, slung it over my shoulder, & headed out to the orchids. Carefully
squirted each pot with the appropriate amount; had a bit left over, so
also squirted several small cycads & other young plants. Best part of
an hour's work all told.

Went back to the preparation area to clean out the sprayer. Guess
what? There still on the bench was the 70 ml of fertiliser
concentrate! If anyone ever tells you Aussies can swear, you'd better
*#@#%&$#@@!!! believe it!
Dave Gillingham
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Dave, been there done that an NEVER EVER Admitted it to a living soul!

Dave

Kenni Judd wrote:
Starts way earlier than does grey hair, at least in my family.
Right, Kenni, me too! I had my first blond hairs at the tender age of 3
months or so...
;-)
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Reka

This is LIFE! It's not a rehearsal. Don't miss it!
http://www.rolbox.it/hukari/index.html

That reminded me to go back yo some *very* old photos. From babyhood
to about 8 years I was white blond - seems fate kicked in yesterday!
Then it gradually went red - hence the bad temper when something
stupid happens. Now, I suppose the polite term is ash-blond? Never
had a chance, did I?

On Wed, 06 Apr 2005 07:32:29 +0200, Reka
wrote:

Kenni Judd wrote:
Starts way earlier than does grey hair, at least in my family.
Right, Kenni, me too! I had my first blond hairs at the tender age of 3
months or so...
;-)

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On Tue, 05 Apr 2005 21:57:18 -0400, Dave Fouchey
wrote:

On Tue, 05 Apr 2005 19:48:20 +1000, Dave Gillingham
wrote:

My sincere apologies to all blondes for the unwarranted aspersion cast
upon them by the above heading. Guess I could have called it a
"seniors' day", but that's getting too close to home for comfort.

It was time for the weekly fertilising of my orchids. I measured out
70 ml of concentrate, filled up the sprayer with water, & shook it
thoroughly to ensure the fertiliser was properly dissolved. Pumped it
up, slung it over my shoulder, & headed out to the orchids. Carefully
squirted each pot with the appropriate amount; had a bit left over, so
also squirted several small cycads & other young plants. Best part of
an hour's work all told.

Went back to the preparation area to clean out the sprayer. Guess
what? There still on the bench was the 70 ml of fertiliser
concentrate! If anyone ever tells you Aussies can swear, you'd better
*#@#%&$#@@!!! believe it!
Dave Gillingham
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Dave, been there done that an NEVER EVER Admitted it to a living soul!

Dave


Ah, Dave - but if you can laugh at yourself the world might laugh with
you. Certainly, if you take yourself too seriously, the world will
laugh *at* you. I just report selective incidents ;-} & hope you
enjoy them.
Dave Gillingham
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Went out & did it all again today. At least, this time the measuring
cup was empty when I went back to clean up. Just so long as I
actually *remembered* to measure it out in the beginning .....

On Tue, 05 Apr 2005 19:48:20 +1000, Dave Gillingham
wrote:

My sincere apologies to all blondes for the unwarranted aspersion cast
upon them by the above heading. Guess I could have called it a
"seniors' day", but that's getting too close to home for comfort.

It was time for the weekly fertilising of my orchids. I measured out
70 ml of concentrate, filled up the sprayer with water, & shook it
thoroughly to ensure the fertiliser was properly dissolved. Pumped it
up, slung it over my shoulder, & headed out to the orchids. Carefully
squirted each pot with the appropriate amount; had a bit left over, so
also squirted several small cycads & other young plants. Best part of
an hour's work all told.

Went back to the preparation area to clean out the sprayer. Guess
what? There still on the bench was the 70 ml of fertiliser
concentrate! If anyone ever tells you Aussies can swear, you'd better
*#@#%&$#@@!!! believe it!
Dave Gillingham
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Dave Gillingham
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How about covering up until one looks like a space alien complete with mask,
measuring out the Orthene or Physan, attaching the hose-end sprayer, and
half way through the process realizing that suddenly Orthene doesn't have a
crappy odor anymore? Hmm?

Water never did kill thrips, as far as I know! LOL

Diana

Diana, look at the silver lining: Had there been anything toxic in
your water supply, you were quite safe. You might have *drunk* it,
but at least your lungs were safe! And my orchids were very lovingly
& individually watered.
PS how are the fingers coming on?

On Wed, 06 Apr 2005 21:28:39 GMT, "Diana Kulaga"
wrote:

How about covering up until one looks like a space alien complete with mask,
measuring out the Orthene or Physan, attaching the hose-end sprayer, and
half way through the process realizing that suddenly Orthene doesn't have a
crappy odor anymore? Hmm?

Water never did kill thrips, as far as I know! LOL

Diana


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PS how are the fingers coming on?

You are sweet to remember that, Dave. I think I need to go back to physical
therapy. At the first of the year, I was doing quite well, and with the
exercises, etc, I thought I could handle the rest myself. But that
traitorous pinkie is curling up again, and my hand is weak. That is
unacceptable, so I will go back for more treatment. The good news is that it
doesn't hurt very much.

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