Monday, February 28, 2011

Spring Fevah

Boy, do I have a case of spring fevah. I have never planted so much stuff in such a short amount of time as I have over the past two weeks. And I'm no where near done yet! I'm fairly certain the cause of my fevah has something to do with having a yard of my very own for the first time in my life. And a blank canvas of a yard, to boot. Needless to say, Lowe's, Home Depot and Mike's Garden Center love me A LOT.

The first project I tackled (and when I say "I", I mean "Lobster and I" because evidently I'm a huge imbecile when it comes to wielding a shovel) was to finally create a raised veggie garden in the backyard. I followed the instructions for Square Foot Gardening (seriously, genius concept) and so far, my veggies are doing well! Here's how we did it:

First, we put together our 3X3 raised garden bed that I ordered from Gardener's Supply Company. It literally took us 5 minutes to put together. Super easy.

Then we laid out weed blocker fabric. The fabric wasn't quite wide enough so we had to overlap it a little.

We then placed the raised bed on top of the fabric. There is a bit of extra fabric hanging out underneath each side, which we'll trim eventually. Haven't yet. No reason other than we're lazy.

Next, we spread out a big tarp and started dumping the three ingredients called for by the super fabulous Square Foot Gardening book. Seriously, if you want to garden, buy this book.

We mixed the "recipe" by lifting each corner of the tarp in an alternate fashion so that all the ingredients kind of fell over on top of each other over and over again. This was the method described by the book. Sounds easy but was kinda heavy and we had to watch the sides to make sure our magic dirt didn't fall out.

Finally, we had our special magic dirt all ready to go.

Killian kept watch for the magic dirt goblins. He was convinced they would be coming for him any minute.

Then we started to shovel the dirt into the container. I'm pretty sure my play by play of this process is unnecessary but whatev.

Lobster and Killian shake hands, congratulating each other for a job well done. Good boys.

Then I took some blue twine and some garden stakes and made a grid to make sure I had all my square feet outlined. This was required by the book. I don't really know why it was absolutely vital, but the author threatened me if I didn't do it. He's very serious about the "square foot" part of his Square Foot Gardening agenda.

You can also tell from the above photograph that we failed to trim the extra weed blocking fabric and opted instead to go for the lazy redneck version of the square foot garden. Classy.

Since it's not quite spring there are only so many things you can plant right now. Broccoli is one of them. Therefore, I planted broccoli. Three, to be precise. Right after I planted them, we got a freeze. Two of my broccoli died.

Garden Gods: 1, Joy: 0. So I replanted two more broccoli. Take that, Garden Gods!

Isn't he cute? My tiny little broccoli baby.

He now has several brothers and sisters: Texas super sweet onions, arugula and carrots. So far, they are all growing well. And Killian has not peed in the garden once!

Success!

Thursday, February 17, 2011

Sometimes I Wonder About Me...

Lobster has been out of town all week. It's the first trip he's taken for work in a very long time. I had gotten used to having him around all the time and so had Killian. So when he left early on Monday, I knew things were going to be a little rough for me and the dog. Neither of us do well when Daddy is gone (does the fact that I just called my husband "Daddy" sound wrong to anyone else?).

Anyhoo, all week I've had a very hard time sleeping. I think a lot of it had to do with the fact that Lobster was gone and so all my senses were on high alert. But I also had a terrible headache on one side of my head for three days which, needless to say, does not contribute to a peaceful night's sleep.

Killian also had a hard time sleeping. He just doesn't understand when Daddy doesn't come home at night. After dinner, he would lie by the back door for hours just waiting to hear the garage door open and Lobster to walk in. After several hours of no Daddy, he would give up and start bugging me. And after several hours of his bugging me, I'd give up on doing anything I wanted to do (like read, watch t.v., etc.) and just go to bed.

Of course, going to bed did not calm Killian down one bit. Instead of settling in for the night, he would pace back and forth from his bed on our bedroom floor to the cool tile of the bathroom. And if he heard any sound AT ALL outside, he would run to the back door and wait for Daddy to walk in. Which never happened, of course. So he'd sulk back into the bedroom and begin pacing again.

Meanwhile, I'm trying to sleep. And every time I hear Killian's paws click-click-clicking on the tile in the bathroom I am simultaneously wondering what the hell he's doing in there and mentally reminding myself that I should really trim his nails. His clicking goes on throughout the night and I don't sleep much.

Add one more night of clicking on the tile and by last night I am officially brain dead. So when Lobster finally came home last night, I was relieved that I would finally get some sleep.

Except that I couldn't sleep. For whatever reason, my dead brain would not stop "gardening." Why, OH WHY, does my brain decided to plan out my entire spring garden master plan on the one night I could finally get some sleep?

After a couple of hours of mentally digging out new beds, planting flowers, herbs and vegetables and a fruit tree here and there, mulching, watering and then re-thinking the whole thing, I had finally drifted into that place between awake and sleep when all of a sudden I hear the sound of loud tinkling coming from the bathroom.

Without rhyme or reason, my sleep deprived self automatically assumes that it's Killian peeing on the bathroom tile. Why I would assume that is beyond me. He has never peed on the bathroom tile. Nor does Killian pee in the toilet, which if I had had half a brain cell working, I would have recognized the sound. Instead, I assumed my dog was urinating like a human and jumped out of bed, rushed into the bathroom and threw all the lights on.

"GAAAAHHHH! What the hell are you doing?" screamed the man standing at the toilet urinating. That man was my husband. You know, the one who lives there with me. The one who goes in to use the restroom on a nightly basis.

Heart pounding, blinking in the glaring and sudden light, and wondering indeed what in the hell was I doing? I apologized profusely, turned off the lights and then wandered back to bed.

Where I proceeded to burst into uncontrollable laughter for the next half hour.

My husband loves me. A lot. Because if I were him, I would have banished me to another room.

Sometimes, I really think there's something wrong with me.


Monday, February 14, 2011

Scenes From a Bridal Shower

A couple of Saturdays ago was my sister, Cupcake's, bridal shower. I had a fun time planning and executing this event and an even funner (is that a word?) time taking pictures with my fancy schmancy new DSLR! Here are some of my favorite images from the day:
















We were lucky we were even able to hold the shower because of the week long ice storm we had experienced in the days leading up to the shower. That Saturday was the first day that whole week that the temperatures got above freezing! It was still a little hairy getting to the venue because of the ice on the roads, but by the time we were done with lunch everything had cleared up. Phew! I was just relieved my sister got to have her shower!


Thursday, February 10, 2011

Um...Duh.

Warning: this is a health rant. Proceed at your own risk.

On the news this morning, there was a feature story about how a new study is questioning whether diet soda is bad for our health, specifically whether it leads to stroke or other heart related diseases. Of course, nothing is "conclusive" about the report (none of them are, are they?), but my response to everyone who is slightly shocked by this is:

DUH.

Have you ever read the ingredients on the back of a soda can? I have. And there are at least two ingredients I can't pronounce. There are also at least three ingredients that, to my knowledge, are not natural substances. To me, those are red flags that what you are about to consume is probably not good for you.

Of course, I'm not a doctor. Nor am I an expert in health or nutrition. But I did lose 50-plus pounds and cure my severe skin allergies by intensively teaching myself about nutrition, exercise, whole foods and substances, natural foods and substances and how to trace where your foods come from and the dangers inherent in processed foods and substances. Through all that research, and also through personal trial and error, I have come to know that if it's not natural, it was not intended to go into your body and it will probably cause some sort of harm. Maybe not right away; maybe not in a year; maybe not even in five or ten years. But eventually.

This should really be common sense to everyone. But we are so bombarded these days by "health experts" telling us that the latest diet food or beauty product is not harmful to our health. So we trust them and begin using said diet food and beauty product. Then we are dismayed when those same "experts" recant their previous assurances years later when somebody finally does a study that shows (SHOCKER) that it does indeed cause harm.

Does anyone else see a problem with this?

So this is my advice to anyone who cares: don't be fooled by the "experts." Do your own research. Use your noggin. Listen to your body. Feed yourself only things intended to be eaten in its God-given state. Read labels and make an effort to teach yourself what's whole and natural and what is processed. It makes a huge difference to your health. I promise you. I've lived it. I am living it. I will continue to live it.

The end.


Thursday, February 3, 2011

Over It

Snow days suck.

At first, Lobster and I were blissfully happy to spend an entire day doing nothing, lounging in our jammies, drinking all the wine and beer in our fridge and playing drunk Scrabble.

By day two, we were slightly less than blissfully happy, but we managed to make the best of it. I re-organized both guest room closets and finished up some house projects that have been haunting me. Lobster played plenty of video games. Killian decided that snow was the BEST THING EVER.

Then we lost all internet and cable t.v.

This is the point at which I began to lose my mind.

Lobster and I love each other. But there is a fine line between spending quality time together and not being able to escape each other. I think we were dangerously close to that line.

This morning (Day 3) both of us were eager to GET OUT. We didn't care where we ended up. We just needed to be out of the house. Lobster decided to go to work and I convinced him to drive me to Panera where I could access the internet (order my iPhone...WEEEE!) and get some of my own work done.

Easier said than done. Backing down the driveway was treacherous. Our driveway is at a very steep angle and there is at least two inches of solid ice covering it right now. Needless to say, Lobster did the driving because we all know that I am a GENIUS behind the wheel in icy conditions (insert heavy sarcasm here). It may have taken us 20 minutes to get three miles down the road, but at least we're out of the house. Halle-freakin'-lujah.

I just hope we can get back up the driveway and in the garage later on. I'm not holding my breath, though.

Oh, and just to add insult to injury, we are expecting MORE SNOW tomorrow.

Kill me now.

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

Snow Day!

It's a snow day here in North Texas. Everyone is holed up and staying off the roads.

And when I say "everyone" I mean "me and Lobster."

Early (way early) this morning, Lobster and I were awakened by a continuous sharp tapping on the windows of our bedroom. At first, I had no idea what it was and was about to go find my BB gun and wave it around screaming like a banshee. But then Lobster reminded me that it was just the storm and it was probably freezing rain and/or sleet and I should go back to bed.

So I did.

But Killian, having seen me pop up into a sitting position with what he considered to be ready-to-wake-up energy, decided he was also ready to wake up. And when I laid back down to go back to sleep, he was very confused. And probably a little hurt. "No walk, mommy?"

I thought (prayed) that he would go back to bed and let us sleep a little longer.

Nope.

Instead, he shook his floppy ears as loudly as he could every 15 seconds, noisily licked his paws, panted heavily and paced the room until I threw the covers off (again), stormed out of the room and opened the back door for him. This is where I turn and go back to bed right?

Nope.

Killian does not approve when Mommy does not accompany him outside. As soon as he saw that I was not joining him in the snowstorm, he decided he would not be going out either and scurried back inside before I could close the door on him. Smart damn dog.

Knowing that sleep was no longer an option, I decided to make a pot of coffee and take some pictures of the snow through my window. Because I sure as hell wasn't going out in it. Are you nuts?

This was the view out our front window this morning:







Lobster and I are still in our pajamas. He's playing his beloved video game (ugh) and I've been doing blogging/photography/work/decorating projects, etc.

I am a fantastic multi-tasker.


I have no intention of taking a shower today either. Just thought I'd throw that in there.

Have a great snow day!


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