let the mexicans do it!
if you know beed at all you know he ain't no xenophobe. beed is a world traveller and has seen how blessed he is to live in the united states. as poor as central america is.....and it is. it can't hold a candle to the poverty beed saw in egypt and kenya.
beed has often wondered why he was LUCKY enough to be born in this country. beed grew up very poor but not to the level of poor that he has witnessed. beed had a good brain housing group and was able to use the marine corps to receive electronics training that led to a great, well paid job.
how many kids all over the world have a good brain housing group but don't have the opportunities to improve their lot in life due to the corruption of their government or the lack of opportunity to climb out of their poverty?
anyhoo, yesterday, beed took a half day off and went home to work in the yard. there is a 10' by 12' area that used to be the boy's sandbox. there was a tower with a slide but that stuff is long gone.
beed loves homegrown tomatoes but has never grown any himself. he has always relied on his neighbors to keep him in fresh tomatoes. so beed says he's gonna grow some this year in that former sandbox.
the problem is that is was overgrown with grasses and weeds. beed has no tiller so he got his hoe, his mattock (pick-axe to some), his rake and shovel and went to work. choppin' and diggin' and pullin' by hand.
now beed has been working out lately and is in the best shape he has been in, in years. it still kicked his pansy ass. that is why beed titled this "let the mexicans do it!" beed thought about all the mexicans and central americans his age using a damn hoe all day.
all these people posturing and saying the immigrants are taking jobs that we would do are full of SHIT. they ain't taking a job that beed would want to do. would beed do it if that is what it took to feed his family? yes, but that is the only way.
beed ain't no puss, but given the choice to do what he does for a living or working in a field all day......it's a no brainer.
back on task. beed got about 70% done yesterday and will finish up today or tomorrow. and those freakin' tomatoes better turn out damn good. beed plans on planting some plants in weekly intervals for the next 3 weeks so they don't all come in at the same time.
miguelito is wanting one row for him to grow some watermelons. that's cool. we'll see how beed's first garden turns out.
later,
your friend the farmer,
dahbeed appleseed.
beed has often wondered why he was LUCKY enough to be born in this country. beed grew up very poor but not to the level of poor that he has witnessed. beed had a good brain housing group and was able to use the marine corps to receive electronics training that led to a great, well paid job.
how many kids all over the world have a good brain housing group but don't have the opportunities to improve their lot in life due to the corruption of their government or the lack of opportunity to climb out of their poverty?
anyhoo, yesterday, beed took a half day off and went home to work in the yard. there is a 10' by 12' area that used to be the boy's sandbox. there was a tower with a slide but that stuff is long gone.
beed loves homegrown tomatoes but has never grown any himself. he has always relied on his neighbors to keep him in fresh tomatoes. so beed says he's gonna grow some this year in that former sandbox.
the problem is that is was overgrown with grasses and weeds. beed has no tiller so he got his hoe, his mattock (pick-axe to some), his rake and shovel and went to work. choppin' and diggin' and pullin' by hand.
now beed has been working out lately and is in the best shape he has been in, in years. it still kicked his pansy ass. that is why beed titled this "let the mexicans do it!" beed thought about all the mexicans and central americans his age using a damn hoe all day.
all these people posturing and saying the immigrants are taking jobs that we would do are full of SHIT. they ain't taking a job that beed would want to do. would beed do it if that is what it took to feed his family? yes, but that is the only way.
beed ain't no puss, but given the choice to do what he does for a living or working in a field all day......it's a no brainer.
back on task. beed got about 70% done yesterday and will finish up today or tomorrow. and those freakin' tomatoes better turn out damn good. beed plans on planting some plants in weekly intervals for the next 3 weeks so they don't all come in at the same time.
miguelito is wanting one row for him to grow some watermelons. that's cool. we'll see how beed's first garden turns out.
later,
your friend the farmer,
dahbeed appleseed.
posted by dahbeed at 6:46 AM
3 Comments:
Did you have your straw hat and overalls on? I can just see you out there doing some backbreakin' labor in that getup! That's the sexy side of Dahbeed that no one sees!!
By the way, did you ever find out if you received an invitation or not? I asked Adrianne about it last night and she couldn't remember. I know I gave her your and Murph's addresses, but after that it was out of my hands.
So, in other words, if you haven't received one, let me know, and we'll get you one in the mail. I'd like for you to be up in Owensboro for a day, if you can make it!
Good luck with your garden. I am impressed that you will be growing your own tomatoes. Now, I want a garden! We tried it once. The carrots turned out well. That's about all I can say about it really.
I feel like I ought to be raising a garden because my Dad and grandfather did every year when I was growing up. And I always had to pick stuff and get attacked by bugs and I whined about it a lot but no one cared. So there were times when I was the grumpiest child vegetable picker in Kentucky. And plus I ate more strawberries than I put in my basket.
that was not my uniform of the day. i had on a pair or shorts. short socks. black sketcher half boots (think of ed norton in american history x) and that was it.
gotta work on my tan don't ya' know. i woke up with every muscle in my body sore.
i'm gettin' ready to leave mi trabajo right now. i dread gettin' back into that job but i also dread the thought of it staring at me every day until i finish the job.
gonna finish tonight and hopefully plant tomorrow. us drunks love our tomatoes. don't know why but someone told me one time that alkies crave tomatoes.
hehehehe lilliott. i remember as a child being drug off to some strawberry fields out in richardsville and bein' worked like slave labor. truth be told, i prolly followed your suit and ate more than i picked.
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