We had this Monday and Tuesday off to work on our yard. We figured there was going to be some weeding, some seeding, some sanding and we'd be done. Nope.
For one, it seems that the next door neighbors favorite flower is dandelions, if her yard is any indication. So it's all over my yard, and digging those things up is HARD. And when reseeding you need to mow the lawn first. Which was 20 different kinds of fun, since my yard is MORE OR LESS DIRT. I'm sure people driving by wondering why I was mowing my dirt. At any rate, the yard is now reseeded. Even though the seed stuff is white and it looks like a powdered sugar factory blew up.
Tuesday I decided that since I'd already dug up one rootball of bamboo, surely I could dig up the others, right? Oh, the simplicity of stupidity. For one, those roots go farther than I anticipated. Two, those things can get 2 inches thick, and you JUST CAN'T KILL THEM. So after about three hours of pulling, swearing, and sweating I gave up. You win, Bamboo. I surrender. (Until we pour concrete then IT'S ON LIKE NECKBONES, BABY!) I also moved the rocks on the side of the house to...Well, a bigger pile on the side of the house. The plan is that eventually I'll use them to line the mound of dirt surrounding the tree in the front yard.
I also ruined a perfectly good manicure in the process, and broke three nails. I also have incredibly sore arms, a back that's very sore, but kinda tanned, too.
So it's not a total loss, right?
Isn't Easter supposed to be sunny? Kind of like natures way of saying "Hey, God! Thanks for giving the world your Son, and hey, Jesus! Thanks for dying for our sins!" Instead, it was a gloomy overcast rainy windy day. Ummm. Mother Nature....Whatcha trying to tell the Alpha & Omega here?
I mention the shiteous weather because THIS! WAS! POOKS! EASTER! Easter dress! White patent leather Mary Janes! Photos outside in the grass! Not to be. For one, the weather couldn't cooperate so there was no photo ops. Two, Pook wasn't exactly filled with the Holy Spirit that day.
She. Was. So. Damn. Fussy. If you weren't holding her, she'd scream. Diaper? Fresh. Bottle? Eschewed. Tired? Hell no, that's too damn easy. So, needless to say, trying to wrestle her into the CUTEST little overpriced Easter dress, tights, and shoes wasn't happenin'.
By the time I got her into her dress, it was time for Bryan to take her to Easter at his parents house. Of course. Naturally she's good for my ex. Mother #$%^&!!!!
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