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..

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.