DO YOUR PART , GO GREEN

Would you dare go green to this extent?

Vegetated roofs, or green roofs have a layer of living plants on top of the structure and the waterproofing elements.

















There are really two types of green roofs, intensive and extensive.Intensive green roofs often have a soil depth of a foot or more.
Extensive roofs are much shallower, typically only 2 to 4 inches deep.


















Helps save on energy and makes a nice vegetable garden.
My favorite, nice flat roof and a fence too.
















Different and Beautiful.



















But I'm afraid if I tried it, mine would look like this.











You can read all about it here.

http://green.yahoo.com/blog/ecogeek/26/green-roofs-introduction-with-pretty-pictures.html

I ADMIT IT, I'M A STUBBORN OLD COOT

I have been trying to put up a new blog today but I couldn't get this relatively new and suppose to be better blogger through Google to post my picture's. So after wasting the better part of my day I finally gave it up.

I don't see that much difference in this blogger host and the original one. So why was I forced to move my blog here. I didn't want to move. I was happy where I was, even though Google kept saying this one would be better, I still didn't want to move my blog. I fought it, I resisted it for as long as I could.

They were nice at first. Like the pervert handing out candy to kids.
Transfer to the New Google blog. It's easy. It's better. It has more options. It's more dependable.
But I firmly resisted, until one day I found out it wasn't an option, it was a demand.
I got around it for a long time by having my 'manage posts' bookmarked, one click and it would pop me right where I needed to be to write my post.

I enjoyed by-passing their little demands until one day I was refused access to my own blog.

I felt like I was backed into a corner. I felt violated. Got ya, the pervert said, if you ever want to blog again you have to submit. So of course I did.
They have their occasional glitches just like the first blogger host did. So what is so great, so different?

When I first started using the computer, the Internet provider was 'Sbc' Then they were bought out by 'At&t', who promised that nothing would change. I don't know how your provider works but with Sbc each person that uses the computer has their own (what they called) home page, that you are able to fix , organize or design any way you want it.
I like the way I have mine organized. I don't want to change a thing about it. For me it's perfect.
However for over a week now there has been a message at the top of my home page flashing brightly,
We'll be moving you to the all-new AT&T Yahoo! home page soon. Get started and see what's changed now.

Oh, no. Here we go again. What kind of tyrants are these. I don't want a new home page and I don't want to see what's new. What happened to we're not going to change anything.
I like what I have and I don't want to change. I picked it out, not someone else. So I'm mad and I'm dreading it.

My point is this. We buy the computer. We pay for the Internet service, so shouldn't we have a say so in whether we want something or not. Shouldn't it be an option rather than a demand. It's our money so why don't we have a choice.

I'm stubborn when I like something and it's suppose to be mine and I want to keep it I should be able to have that option. What happened to, 'Would you like to change it?'
I don't want someone coming along saying, 'You have to change it'.
I thought I payed for that right. Boy was I wrong.

I guess I shouldn't complain. I never touched a computer until a few years ago. I shed many a tear feeling stupid.
If it wasn't for my daughter and my favorite tech guru, 'DIAMONDKT' , who I'm sure had many a headache banging his head up against a wall trying to teach me about computers and fixing all of my mess ups , I wouldn't be hear today. Love ya Mr. D.

HABIT OR ADDICTION

What do you think? Is smoking a habit or and addiction?
Quite frankly I thought it was simply a habit, but now I am beginning to think that it's an addiction.

I'm sorry to say that I'm a smoker and what's more, I'm even more ashamed to say how much I smoke. Let's just say, excessively. Let me rephrase that, I light them excessively. I think about half of them smoke their selves by sitting in the ash tray while I'm doing something else, of course, like so many other smokers, when I then reach for my smoke I find it has burned up so I have to light another.

My daughter smokes too. Well of course why not, her father smoked, her mother smokes, I guess her line of reasoning was, so why not me.

My grandson hates it. He lives in a house with two smokers and he absolutely hates it. He doesn't seem to bother his mother about it. She doesn't want to hear it.
But he used to always tell me that he wished I would quit. I never promised him that I would.
He and I have this little thing, I never promise him something unless I am absolutely sure that I can keep that promise. He used to lay this quilt trip on me and say who is going to take care of me if you're not here. Over the years he finally gave up asking.

Why do I smoke? I'm not sure why I even started but it became my crutch when I was stressed. My pass time when I relaxed, my dessert after meals and I found pleasure in it.
But most importantly why didn't I take the plunge and quit? For a long time I simply didn't want to. Now I'm not so sure that's the only reason. In the back of my mind I always had that image of me after I quit.
I'm deathly afraid of the weight gain. That dreaded twenty pounds or so, I find it frightening. What if I can lose it?

Last month I looked my grandson in the eyes and said. "I'm going to try to quit smoking, but understand this, it's not a promise. I'm only promising that I'm going to try and I'm going to keep trying. Maybe I can at least cut back."
But deep within the hope was there that I could quit, I just didn't want to disappoint him or myself if I didn't.

I wrote down every pack of cigarettes that I bought but didn't keep track of them until the end of the month. I thought that I was doing great. The first week I smoked very little and I was so proud of myself, week two I could tell I was reaching for that smoke far to often, o.k. I thought I'll make up for it next week.
At the end of the month when all was totaled, to my profound disappointment I found that I had only smoked three packs less then my approximate normal. What a bummer!

So this month it continues. This month is even harder. I want more instead of less. My craving for them is running rapid.
We'll see what happens at the end of this month. At the end of this month will I be proud or ashamed.

I always thought smoking was just a habit, something that I could put down anytime that I wanted to. I smoked because I enjoyed it, but quiting would never be a problem. I'm not an addict, it's just a habit.

Now I'm not so sure? So I pose this question to you again, is smoking a habit or an addiction?