Queen's Garden of Green

maybe spray them with some water, last I saw they were still small so I bet they havent drank that much from the soil. but hell you got the green thumb so you know what your doing:)
 
You used to DJ, thats whats up!! I used to be (well still kind of dabble) in music as well. I used to rap for quite a while, was a damn good recording mixing and mastering engineer for quite a while...and then financial reality came to play...lol
 
Yeah, I was never a heavy cid hitter though I use to do it when I was djing. I could drink like a fish and never get drunk. Never had a bad trip either. Back in my younger days I experimented with stuff but I was never a pill popper or shooter, just wasn't my thing. I don't associate with anyone from back then, I keep people places and things in mind. But that was a life time ago, all I want now is some mj and some kool aid with munchies and I am good!!! Thanks about the stories, got the inspiration from OMM and it has actually been helping.

I feel you on just the herbals now, same with me, I rarely even have a beer or a drink anymore...hangovers suck as you get older :) so I am happy with my ganja and munchies as well :)
 
I got some green crack?jk

Sucks to read that.

This quote from High Times: But we do ourselves no favors by equating cannabis in any way with a toxic, dangerous substance... So we've come up with the alternative: Herewith, _____ _____ shall be known as Green Fluffy Bunnies. Everyone must comply!


And just so you know: That other name will be shortly edited out of the journal by the mods, because we and they don't agree with harmless plant being named after such a dangerous chemical.
 
This quote from High Times: But we do ourselves no favors by equating cannabis in any way with a toxic, dangerous substance... So we've come up with the alternative: Herewith, _____ _____ shall be known as Green Fluffy Bunnies. Everyone must comply!


And just so you know: That other name will be shortly edited out of the journal by the mods, because we and they don't agree with harmless plant being named after such a dangerous chemical.

I agree.... why is it that strains come with such "non medicinal names". If we are all trying to make MMJ appear as a responsible and medical alternative, breeders should be more careful with the names they choose for there buds....
 
Sorry I have been absent for the past 2 days, had a serious heatwave over here plus I am out of my insulin which I can't get refilled til 7/7. So I don't feel like I have much energy. Feeling a little better today so I will try to continue on with the story. The plants are still doing good though the widow's leaves are looking a little weird. Some of the sprouts were leaning to one side so I put some sticks in it to prop them up. Ran out of distilled water so am using tap that has been sitting out for awhile now. I will try to take some pics probably tomorrow.

Back to the story, as I mentioned, I just figured out rat was now strung out on crack. With what valuables I had left, I moved into my sister's apartment. No matter how I would try to approach him about it, I knew another fight was coming. I waited for him to come home from the neighbors. There was no way I could sugar coat it so I asked him about it. Of course, he tried to deny it. I brought up the missing items and that's when it got started. The verbal abuse, I was called everything but the child of God. Even with that, I tried to get rat some help. I asked him to go into rehab though I could see that he didn't really want to go. But I told him if our marriage meant anything, he would make the effort. He made the effort but it only lasted about a week. All I heard was complaints from him when he called. He even tried to tell me that they were getting high at the rehab. Of course, I didn't believe none of it but I told him if he didn't complete the rehab our marriage would be over. It was over a long time ago but I was hoping his getting help would make things better. I was wrong, he walked out of rehab and came back to the house. I made up my mind that it was time for him to go. Where? Anywhere but with me.
 
Sorry I have been absent for the past 2 days, had a serious heatwave over here plus I am out of my insulin which I can't get refilled til 7/7. So I don't feel like I have much energy. Feeling a little better today so I will try to continue on with the story. The plants are still doing good though the widow's leaves are looking a little weird. Some of the sprouts were leaning to one side so I put some sticks in it to prop them up. Ran out of distilled water so am using tap that has been sitting out for awhile now. I will try to take some pics probably tomorrow.

Back to the story, as I mentioned, I just figured out rat was now strung out on crack. With what valuables I had left, I moved into my sister's apartment. No matter how I would try to approach him about it, I knew another fight was coming. I waited for him to come home from the neighbors. There was no way I could sugar coat it so I asked him about it. Of course, he tried to deny it. I brought up the missing items and that's when it got started. The verbal abuse, I was called everything but the child of God. Even with that, I tried to get rat some help. I asked him to go into rehab though I could see that he didn't really want to go. But I told him if our marriage meant anything, he would make the effort. He made the effort but it only lasted about a week. All I heard was complaints from him when he called. He even tried to tell me that they were getting high at the rehab. Of course, I didn't believe none of it but I told him if he didn't complete the rehab our marriage would be over. It was over a long time ago but I was hoping his getting help would make things better. I was wrong, he walked out of rehab and came back to the house. I made up my mind that it was time for him to go. Where? Anywhere but with me.

Standing up cheering for you!!!

PS there must be a way to up your prescription so you don't run out of insulin... that is dangerous, keep well
 
Buck, thanks. There is but I have to find a new doctor since I moved. I have been using the lantus insulin pen but it only has 100 units per pen and I am taking between 60-75 units now. I don't know why my old doctor didn't realize this.
 
Buck, thanks. There is but I have to find a new doctor since I moved. I have been using the lantus insulin pen but it only has 100 units per pen and I am taking between 60-75 units now. I don't know why my old doctor didn't realize this.

here's hoping you find a more attentive doctor, and get that insulin. Can't be going without that for two weeks.
 
Hi Queen!

Sorry I'm so late...I just now found you. :smokin2:

I've read your journal from the beginning. You are one brave soul! First...thank you for telling us your story.
You've read mine from the beginning....and yes I loved miss Lucy too even sold her for years. I did have a personal rule....never do anything addictive. I can't even remember the last time I drank any booze. Worst drug on the planet. I can't deny I loved my hippie days...some of the best days to be alive.

Your story reminds me of one of my students. She would come to class all beat to hell, but she would do nothing. Her husband was in the military ......all she had to do was tell his commanding officer, but she wouldn't. She was frightened to death.

Now about Mr. Asshole. What a nasty piece of work. I know you wanted to be loved and treasured for who you were/are. I think you've found that now...thank goodness. Maybe some day somebody will shoot him. He's a blight on human kind. I can't wait to hear the rest of your story. By the way, you tell stories well. If nothing else, telling the story will let you see clearly...it was not you! Anyone would be lucky to have you my dear friend. THsea and I both just love you to bits. Glad you had family around.....I just love your Dad!

OK! I'm now like all of the good people here in you journal. I want to hear the rest of your story....I'm hooked.
:high-five:
 
WOW, glad you found the journal OMM. I was wondering where you were and hoping you would let me know how you liked the story so far. I always liked what I heard about hippies. I was born in 69 so I missed out on all the love fests and Woodstock. I guess I am called the Generation X generation? I am not sure but I know I sure hated disco. Loved the music just hated the clothes and the hairstyles. I loved the 80s though. About the abuse, well I was scared but I always seem to have tried to fight back. My thinking was that I wasn't going to be the only one with bruises. Just lucky I never had any broken bones by him. The ex before my current bf did manage to fracture my wrist during a fight. But that's another story for another time. I do admit when it comes to the story with the rat everything was not his fault. I had my share of blame too but none of it was an excuse for him to do what he did.

As for you and THSea, I think you guys are great and I love hearing from you both. I am always mentioning you to my bf. It's too bad I could never meet you both. I think it would be a blast. And Chronic, next page? I am working on it as fast as I can. I wish there were more that I could report about the grow but it's just going kinda slow right now. I am going to post some updated pics later on.
 
Hi Queen!



Now about Mr. Asshole. What a nasty piece of work. I know you wanted to be loved and treasured for who you were/are. I think you've found that now...thank goodness. Maybe some day somebody will shoot him. He's a blight on human kind. I can't wait to hear the rest of your story.

:high-five:

Ha!! I hope I never get on your bad side!! LoL!! Now tell me, How do you really feel about Mr Asshole!!! Sorry, but I felt the same way!! I just had to laugh when I read it from someone else!!

:bravo::circle-of-love:
 
Wow, you know as sappy as it is and it is sappy, I happen to like disco:)that said back then I would have never admitted it lol and the 80's had some good stuff too.but hippie music will always be #1:) ahh now and then a little blue grass and old hillbilly tunes. that said I'am hoping you have found the happy place I think you should have:peace:
 
WOW, glad you found the journal OMM. I was wondering where you were and hoping you would let me know how you liked the story so far. I always liked what I heard about hippies. I was born in 69 so I missed out on all the love fests and Woodstock. I guess I am called the Generation X generation? I am not sure but I know I sure hated disco. Loved the music just hated the clothes and the hairstyles. I loved the 80s though. About the abuse, well I was scared but I always seem to have tried to fight back. My thinking was that I wasn't going to be the only one with bruises. Just lucky I never had any broken bones by him. The ex before my current bf did manage to fracture my wrist during a fight. But that's another story for another time. I do admit when it comes to the story with the rat everything was not his fault. I had my share of blame too but none of it was an excuse for him to do what he did.

As for you and THSea, I think you guys are great and I love hearing from you both. I am always mentioning you to my bf. It's too bad I could never meet you both. I think it would be a blast. And Chronic, next page? I am working on it as fast as I can. I wish there were more that I could report about the grow but it's just going kinda slow right now. I am going to post some updated pics later on.

Hi Queen. I was determined to find you and I finally did.
The hippie days were just a once in life time thing. It was, well, groovy. In those days in Berkley (better known as Bizerkley) all you had to do was walk around and people walking by would just hand you gifts. Maybe I can get by just saying Purple Haze was a common gift, among other good things. It was really like, for awhile, that we were all family. Golden Gate park in SF was a sea of flower children. Music was revolutionized too.

I loved disco music. Tony loved it too!

Rat.I didn't think you would just let him whack you, you do have spirit. No matter what you did....it wasn't bad enough for a beating. His self worth must have been zero, so he took it out on you. Glad that chapter is behind you. I do want to hear more though.

Don't pay any attention to Chronic...he does that to me all the time!:rasta:
 
Hi Queen. I was determined to find you and I finally did.
The hippie days were just a once in life time thing. It was, well, groovy. In those days in Berkley (better known as Bizerkley) all you had to do was walk around and people walking by would just hand you gifts. Maybe I can get by just saying Purple Haze was a common gift, among other good things. It was really like, for awhile, that we were all family. Golden Gate park in SF was a sea of flower children. Music was revolutionized too.

I loved disco music. Tony loved it too!

Rat.I didn't think you would just let him whack you, you do have spirit. No matter what you did....it wasn't bad enough for a beating. His self worth must have been zero, so he took it out on you. Glad that chapter is behind you. I do want to hear more though.

Don't pay any attention Chronic...he does that to me all the time!:rasta:

Purple.... yeah, let's say haze... and dots... little tiny microscopic ones.

Imagine yourself on a boat on a river
With tangerine trees and marmalade skies...
 
dont forget the pizza topping:thumb:
Purple.... yeah, let's say haze... and dots... little tiny microscopic ones.

Imagine yourself on a boat on a river
With tangerine trees and marmalade skies...
 
Purple.... yeah, let's say haze... and dots... little tiny microscopic ones.

Imagine yourself on a boat on a river
With tangerine trees and marmalade skies...

I have once or 400 times. :drool::hugs::angel:
 
Ha!! I hope I never get on your bad side!! LoL!! Now tell me, How do you really feel about Mr Asshole!!! Sorry, but I felt the same way!! I just had to laugh when I read it from someone else!!

Oh when I get pissed it is not a pretty sight. Because I live my life as righteous as I possibly can. I give everyone respect unless you give me a reason not to. As for rat, I have no love for him. I can't say I wish him the best but I do hope he got his life together. Not so much for his own sake but for the sake of the person he may be with.

Today was a busy day, had the fair hearing which I hope it went in my favor. I have to wait for the verdict by mail. Then after that went with the bf to see my mother and father in law. They're so spunky, I hope I am like them when I get their age. It was raining when I left this am so I collected some rain water. But the plants also got some rain when it decided to pour down later this afternoon. All the pots felt heavy. I brought them in the house because the temps had dropped down to 63, thought that may be too cold for the sprouts. But I will say the bcn diesel is doing really well. They all are, all have gotten taller and working on second and third set of leaves. I know this is a noob question but when should I start giving very diluted nutes? I know I keep saying I am going to post pics. I will eventually will, it has just been a very draining lately. Plus, I have been up since 6 am. My routine is I don't usually get up until at least 10am. But then again sometimes I do.
 
That is good that you wish the best for him. At least for the sake of the people he can inflict harm too! Sounds like you have forgiven and moved on. If you need to do a hit on him OMM is the guy to go to! I believe he would give you a cut rate!! The Rat won't know what hit him!!


Wish I could answer your question about nutes. I notice you are using the coco. I always have used dirt. Almost all soils come with some nutes in them so you can usually go at least a month before adding anything.
 
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