Jun 28 2004
I’m turning into one of those people who just ramble.Â I hate that!Â But I am far, far too lazy to stop rambling.Â Ramble on, sister. . .
WEDDING FREAK OUT UPDATE
We have secured a DJ.Â He swears he will not play The Chicken Dance or the Hokey Pokey.Â We didn’t discuss “Takin’ Care of Business” but I think it was implied.
We have not secured a photographer…yet.Â The lady we talked to on Friday wanted to charge us an extra $450 because we had the nerve to get married on a holiday weekend.Â I am talking to another guy right now who sounds promising.Â Waiting to hear from two others but if they don’t get their asses in gear I’m just going to go with the one who is attentive to me and he’ll win by default.Â Hey, that’s how the DJ got his gig.
I have yet to pay Stylin for my bridesmaids gifts.
I still need to find a florist, someone to alter my dress, and a cake baker.
I need to decide what music pieces I want for the ceremony.Â So far I only have one picked out.Â I need four.Â That’s a lot of music when you don’t know much about music.
DIY HOME EDITION
Is there anything more mind-numbing than reading about other people’s yard work?Â This is an experiment to see how much you care.
I don’t know who put the Jolt Cola in our water supply this weekend, but me and The Man had a big ol’ yard working time of it.Â Saturday I had to go to a shower (as opposed to take a shower, and PS what is this, the year of showers or what?Â STOP GETTING MARRIED AND HAVING BABIES EVERYONE. PLEASE. FOR A COUPLE OF MONTHS AT LEAST.), but we went to Lowe’s afterwards and I bought a bunch of perennials to plant along the back wall of the deck (Shasta Daisys, Coneflower, English Lavender, and Coreopsis for those of you who care).Â The Man went to his stepdad’s Saturday night, but I ran a race with the sun, digging holes and digging rocks OUT of holes so that I could get my plants in the ground before it got too dark to see.Â To top it off, our “dirt” is actually “clay”, so I wasn’t digging so much as breaking up stuff.Â And when I wasn’t breaking up clay, I was lifting out large, heavy rocks and ranting to myself like a deranged homeless person.Â “Oh, sure, let’s bury some huge freaking rocks right here!Â Sounds awesome!Â Because what are the odds that someone would ever want to – I don’t know – PLANT something in an area that is OBVIOUSLY a flower bed!”Â And then I couldn’t actually cover up the plants’ root balls, I just had to place small hunks of clay and then douse the whole thing with water to hope it formed back into something relatively solid.Â But when darkness fell, I was finishing up my watering and ready to go inside and chisel my hands out from their adobe casing.
Next day – Sunday – The Man got right to work tearing down the dog coop next to one of our sheds.Â He ingeniously used the walls and roof of the coop to make himself a new “firewood stacking area” on the opposite side of the shed and moved all of the poorly stacked firewood from the back of the garage into its new home.Â This, of course, pissed off one of our chipmunks, who has been living in the woodpile, so he spent most of Sunday creating a new home under the garage.Â The Man chainsawed up the rest of the dog house and coop, and we will have quite a fire next time.Â I felt bad for the chipmunk, so I built him a new front porch out of bricks – now he has a little brick tunnel to run down.Â I left him some sunflower seeds so he would know we were sorry about destroying his last house and he was welcome to live under our garage.
Meanwhile, I had gotten very tired of looking at the ginormously overgrown apple tree in the backyard.Â I can’t cut out the extra branches until fall, or the tree will starve to death or some such nonsense, but nothing says I can’t cut out the dead wood.Â So I did.Â I cut.Â And cut.Â AND cut.Â I don’t think the tree has been trimmed in 20 years and I am not exaggerating.Â Branches fell into my hair, face, and onto my head.Â I stepped on branches and they flew up to hit my in my face some more.Â But when I was done, there was a huge pile of dead wood in the yard, and the tree looked better.Â Plus, I can walk underneath it now without dead branches tearing at my hair.Â Score!Â When fall comes and all the leaves are off, that tree is going to undergo some major freaking surgery.Â It will probably end up half the size it is now, but according to Those Who Know, apple tree branches are not supposed to cross, and the branches that stick straight up (water-seekers) need to be cut off as well.Â The water seekers alone are half the tree.
After that, I had the much easier job of reining in my potted petunias.Â I’m never getting petunias again.Â They take so much damn maintenance it just kills me.Â I will get hanging plants next year that just require watering and minimal trimming and that will be that!
All in all, the yard is looking better.Â We are slowing getting rid of the last occupant’s junk and random weirdness and reclaiming the area behind the garage.Â This fall we will plant some trees in the old garden area and then we can work on reseeding that with grass in the spring.Â Or whenever.
THINGS THAT MADE ME HAPPY TODAY
- I was the only one in the ladies room a few minutes ago.Â I hate it when people try to talk to me as I’m peeing.
- Bob Evans biscuits.Â Yum.
- No one has had any problems with the latest quiz released.
- One of my teammates got my chapter turned into a PDF doc when my computer inexplicably went on strike.
- My caffeine withdrawal headaches have been relatively mild.
- My hair has not reacted to the humidity by going POOF!
- It rained, which means I probably don’t have to water my plants again tonight. Go go moisture-retaining clay soil!
- I’m having a forein-language battle with another of my teammates.Â He speaks Spanish and I don’t, so I have to use Babelfish to write my replies.Â I inadvertently told him “I have little cats in my undergarmets”, when I meant to say “I have kittens in my socks”.Â Apparently the word calcetines has multiple meanings.Â How the hell was I supposed to know?