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I'm really no good at video games. My hand-eye coordination is for crap. I can't even play Frogger with any degree of success.

Today at Dave & Buster's a co-worker and I played House of the Evil Dead. There I was, blue plastic gun in hand shooting zombies. Unfortunately I just kept dying. I think the final score was Brooke: 12,872, Nicole: 63. 8 year old boys were camped out in back watching my ineptitude, offering advice. Then they just pointed and laughed.

My afternoon off was delightful, despite the fact that I got made fun of by preteens. Two margaritas and a salad at Rock Lobster, sitting on the deck and soaking up the sun, followed by an hour getting my ass kicked by the undead at D&Bs -- it beats ignoring my work at Panhandler's Central any day of the week!

And when I arrived home I noticed how fantastic my front window box full of pink impatiens looks. I posted some photos of it over at Homewreckers.

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It's dusk here in Fishtown -- see, sometimes Fishtown is more than just mullets and murderers. What's the expression? Red sky at night, sailor's delight?

But with dusk today came something special. Run over to Homewreckers and read about all about how I unleashed thousands of ladybugs on my unsuspecting neighborhood just a few minutes ago.

I'm devious, I tell ya. Devious.

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It's just a home improvement afternoon!

First, here's my latest Homewreckers entry.

Second, I just want to say how happy I was that it didn't rain today [yet]. As my Homewreckers entry points out, I planted flowers today after work. I get out of work on Friday in the summer at 3pm, so I rushed right home and got to work.

The rain has really sucked. The dirt in my pots is like a giant landslide, and I'm surprised that there's anything happening out there at all. But my tomatoes are growing. I've got almost a dozen plum tomatoes going, and there are one or two cherry tomatoes popping out.

All I need now is a garden gnome. I do, however, have a garden slug.

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Yes, I am a dirty, dirty girl. Want proof? Go and read my latest entry over at Homewreckers

I have to admit that keeping a garden makes me feel like kind of a post-punk badass. I'm getting in touch with my farmer-y genetics and living off the fat of the land. OK, living off is pushing it. But when I have a tomato sandwich made with the tomatoes I grow I get a little prideful buzz going.

So I keep a garden and I like to cook and knit -- wanna make something of it? I'll go put on my steel toed 8 hole purple Doc Martens and leather pants right now and kick your ass. We'll go! You'll be sorry! You'll rue the day!

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Homewreckers: defeating the drunks

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Oh, how I love the Spring and our ongoing battle of the bees.

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By now I'm sure you've seen links to the new Homewreckers blog, right? Well guess what? Those poor deluded souls have been schnookered into letting me write for them -- I'm part of the "the wrecking crew."

Be afraid, be very afraid.

UPDATE: As if I could resist: my first post