Weekend Project

Sundance enjoying a little nap in my new garden. My backyard has been itching for some pretty, so this weekend my Mom came over and helped me dig up my backyard, and plant some little sprouts and seeds. Holy Cow gardening is tuff. I could barely walk today after two days of work, though I am pretty proud of my accomplishment. I also moved grass around to cover some bald patches that having two dogs has done to our backyard. I cant wait to see my little cabbage patch kids grow and get some more garden jank from Lowes. Thanks so much to my Mom, just would have not done it with out you!

chair # 1

Well I finished it! almost...just need to screw in the seat and back...but all the hard work is done. I think O.B.C. telling me I was never going to finish it was a huge motivator. even though he barely gave me two weeks. he thinks I am a hoarder.

I painted it and recovered it and it is beautiful! I spent 10 dollars on the chair. 3 dollars on the fabric. 3 dollars on the paint, 3 dollars on the sander, and 15 dollars on the batting! I love it!*please don't judge our lawn...it has been raining.

I have not been up to too much lately. Been stuck inside waiting for the rain to go away. This week is closing week for work so I have been kind of distracted with worrying about work and making sure everyone hits their jank. This weekend is the Callahan/ Landzaat wedding and I cant wait for Thursday! I love rehearsal dinners! I always feel so fancy at rehearsal dinners. I got a new dress for the wedding and cant wait to get all dressed up! Haven't been able to for a while! My mom is coming over Saturday and we are going to attempt a garden in our backyard...then we have the first of our trips coming up next Saturday! Hannibal, MO! I also want to give a shout out to a proud new mama! Kristin just got a daughter! CoCO is a 3 pound yorkie poo, she is a little fur ball! I cant wait until she can come over for a playdate! Also Reen I am thinking about you :) and here is a blog for you...it is kind of lame..but I am watching a fascinating Enron documentary right now..

Jenny from the block

Who knew a girl from queens would grow up to work in investments and pass her 6? This J-Lo did. the lights almost went out in those ten seconds between the finish click and the pass score. Take that Mrs. Sampson. Next time you tell someone not to be friends with me, maybe you should look in your crystal ball and make sure I am not managing your investments..(disclaimer: I am not a investment advisor and pass returns are not indicative of future results). So now my life is back on. I missed out on some choice parties because of you "6" you were a worthy adversary.
So this is some Jank that has been going on...finally got Patrick to watch Blind Side and he loved it, fell asleep in Sherlock Holmes and still gave Sherlock Holmes a better rating then Blind Side..I will get him to touch and feel his touchy feely side if it is the last thing I do. Been grilling alot with the warmer weather..Hellllo grilled pineapple we love you, don't be a stranger, been working on my wedding body for the Landzaat Callahan extravaganza...have a couple of dresses in my closet which one had the lucky job of hiding my winter weight?? Ladies??? Sundance is in shedding season...a husky plus warmer weather plus scared of a brush = groomers nightmare. Sorry petsmart. Saw the Beatles Live in concert. They don't age. Watched some baseball, some treme, and some modern family, and attended one of the longest baseball games in history...22 innings...left in the 13th because of a rich nerd who never realized that having money or a young trophy wife doesn't make you engaging, charming, insightful or even considerate, it just makes you old fat and well uncomfortable. Enjoyed a couple bottles of Moscato some warm porch weather and the Morganford bridge being closed.
Bring it on Summer. So far we have a B-day for "Shorty" and Tim M.F. Williams, a Trip to Hannibal, a float trip, a niece, a grandpa bday, a 31 sil bday, a 64 wedding anniversary, a famdam trip to the cabin, a romantic weekend in Hermann and a wedding for Mel! We are taking applications for sitters for cookie and sundance.

Captain arm noodles

I can barely lift my fingers to type. I came home from work today and took advantage of this crisp spring weather. I felt bad for O.B.C. for not being able to leave work on time, and also for rubbing it in, so I told him that I would pick up the yard and rake it... Didn't realize how long it had been since he did his one job. Picking up the dog's..umm... "treats". The last time I will do that, a lady is not meant to hunch over excrement. Then I wanted to rake up all the dead grass and give our yard a fighting chance...you know since by the end of summer it is going to look like P. Allen Smith planted and manicured it. And now I have callouses on my hands, and I am spent. But it was a great work out. When I lived in my parents house, I would sit and stare at my mom out the window and wonder what the heck she was doing, why did the yard need so much work, and why of all people, was she doing it, then I would turn around because I had lost interests. When I was little my mom helped me plant my own little garden and showed me how to water the plants, I loved it until I realized that plants and flowers didn't actually DO anything and the chance of stepping on a slug on the way to my garden was slim but possible, pass...you water the flowers today, hun. But now being a homeowner, I realize that the whole point of having a yard is to sit out in it with a glass of wine and listen to your neighbors traditional Mediterranean jam bands.
I also think they might be taping an episode of hoarders next door. I came home from work last week to find a two men and a truck outside of our crazy recluse neighbors house...you know the one that screams at you and tells you to move your car if you haven't left him 5 feet to not back out of his driveway because he doesn't go anywhere..that one. I could have imagined it, but I swear the movers expressions were a mix of hot and disgusted. I came home a few days later and noticed that our friendly neighbors, Joe and Goldy Gibson were crossing the street numerous times with one piece of furniture here, a bag of cans there...inevitably all this stuff will end up in one of their weekly Saturday garage sales. Today I was leaving again on my lunch break and saw the most discolored white appliance and metal cabinets I have ever seen outside of a dump. What is next, only crazy man knows, but will I be peaking out my window when it happens...I got 5 on it.

Business time

All my birthday parties are over as of tonight, Pat just needs to get on consumer reports and research which kind of sewing machine I will be purchasing. I hope everyone is ready for lots of home made gifts in their future. Also watched some HGTV this morning and have very big plans for the backyard, i am thinking a koi pond and outdoor fire place. We wont need any outdoor speaker system, we have our neighbors ethnic music. I have been doing pretty much nothing besides studying for my securities test lately and I can promise that it is going to get intense over here. I think that my test book is sucking my will to live. But I will pass this thing. I had a professor in college tell me that if I could visualize it, it could happen. I am picturing my bed made with clean sheets...Also Pat and I just started the biggest loser for our upcoming float trip. We need to look nice and trim for all the brochure covers we are going to make it on.

Ahh. Look at that, such a sight to behold. I had never been on a float trip until I started dating Patrick. I said I would never go on one because they were just not for me, I told people that I when I was a kid during the summer we would go to our cabin in Cuba, and my Parents would curse the floaters and say they littered and they were a nuisance... And I agreed. I would like to get in my time machine, go back to 1989, and tell them to shove it as I crack a beer, light up a cig and shove off. The 80's were prime floating. Fringe suits, way short dude jorts, Mullets and Mullays galore, rockin boom boxes, meat heads, Madonna chicks, mesh shirts and top siders. I would go back to the fifties for the clothes, the sixties for the empowering change, the seventies for the cool tunes, and the 80's to float.

Feeling un-inspired. Even genius needs a vacation.

I was going to write a funny anecdote about two cars that show up in my parking lot from time to time. But I couldn't get the pictures to layout right. So I quit..I am not the best at the Internet.

For some reason I keep thinking about my seventh grade basketball team. This was the one and only time I have ever been on a winning team in my life. We were undefeated and were even written about in the Scoop De Jour in the Post Dispatch. I have usually been the weight on a sinking ship when I play sports...letting things go in the net, swinging at every pitch every time, afraid to catch something, drawing my name in the dirt while a round object rolls past me, scoring for the other team...But not this time, this one time when I was 13. Which got me to thinking what else could I do if I really put my mind to it?
Clean the house. Do all the laundry. Organize my pictures. Make fruit salad.


I think all this sports talk is just because O.B.C. will not stop talking about baseball. He cant wait for the Cardinals to start playing..I can. Not that I don't like the team, I do. What I don't like is the sheer devotion Pat has to the games. And I quote "I am going to watch EVERY game." Isn't summer supposed to be about outdoors? Zoo's, Parks, Sprung up outdoor shopping markets (ok that is mostly Europe), Wineries, gardening, the Pool, VACATION. How are we supposed to have the worlds most perfect summer, full of beautiful home made skirts, fresh flowers, cute antiques, chicken salad sandwiches, and sun kissed shoulders, if A. My O.B.C. is in our basement scratching himself of B. We are sitting in the Bleacher seats listening to bare chested members of Cardinal Nation talking about "screamers" and S.T.D's?