Thursday, 27 May 2010

He stole my idea...

This man took hold and is doing what I have always talked about doing.

Tuesday, 25 May 2010

Garden boxes, birthday present

As part of my birthday present, S made me some garden boxes. They are so pretty compared to my efforts of making things grow around the yard in quadrened-off areas. This is where my Egyptian Onion, Garlic Chives, Green Onion, 1 blueberry bush, 1 black berry bush and mint are. This is where I would dig up every year and plant. This year, I'm just leaving these here. Messy as it is, they like it here. The blueberry & blackberry bushes are new. We have to get a different species of each for pollination though.

Here are my three new, pretty boxes complete with little wire decorative gates to keep meddling puppies out. See, there's my compost bin in the corner too. I know our grass is ugly, but when we moved in, there was nothing but dirt in our back yard.

Here's a close up of one.

I seeded today. Lots of veggies. The only thing that I forgot to plant was my potato plants!! But I left room for them. So, I'll plant them tomorrow. And I planted my herb seeds in my pots for, hopefully, a kitchen herb garden. Found some "volunteer" plants in some pots that were on the deck since last year. Let's see what they bring this year!

Thursday, 20 May 2010

Brighter Post

To make up for the gloomy post, I decided to post something brighter.

Here are my irises that are starting to bloom outside of my front door.

They are sort of blackish/purple. I think they're pretty.

And these were my tulips which always bloom right before the irises start. Sort of cycle out perfectly.

Wow, the things I come to realize

I used to have this amazing support group of friends, amazing women. I still love them to death and miss them dearly. Moving changes the dynamic. I did not want to believe that it could, but reality has smacked me in the face. Life goes on, and I am not there to move along on the same path. I find out major life events from facebook now. No more texts, calls, letters. It has saddened me even though I knew the changes and distance were happening. I miss that, them. I miss having girlfriends to confide in, talk to and bounce problems and ideas off of, to go to dinner with, watch cheesey tv shows, just sit around having fun. I mean, there are just some things that husbands don't get or understand, ya know? It's just not the same trying to have certain discussions with the husband. As best of friends as we are, that dynamic isn't there for girl talk, girl problems. Now, the only time I confide or get to talk about problems is when I get drunk and, poor Myssi gets a weird email from me or poor Kemery gets me spewing after our drunken study sessions. Poor gals because I hardly know them that well.

I think I'm just feeling it because being home and in bed and finally turning on the computer, I went to facebook and found out about two friends second pregnancies. I just thought that I would have found out from a phone call rather than a public announcement to the world. I had tried to confide in one about some of my medical problems that have arisen this past month and my distress, but I guess they had other preoccupations. This is when I realized that the dynamic has changed.

So what's a girl to do? Time to go back to paper journaling like the teenage years. Secrets locked up, problems told and maybe some cathargic happenings? Who knows.

And the funk from my birthday... yes, has turned into full blown respiratory infection and fever. Couldn't go into clincals with it. I mean you can't bring in extra funk for already sick folks. Still have it. That, now, on top of other medical issues makes for lots of fun in my life. Thanks gods of when it rains it pours. I really could use a tiny ray of sunshine at the moment. A month of perpetual bad news and happenings, is enough dontchathink? Now, excuse while I go to hack up a lung and cough up more green sputum goodness. I offered to give samples in our last lab last Thursday, but there were no takers.

Sunday, 16 May 2010

37 you Better get your a$s in gear!

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My thirty-seventh came on Friday. Unfortunately, the funk hit hard on Thursday. I had been steadily fighting that "come on" feeling since the weekend before. That didn't stop me though. Yes, the husband brought me for Greek food and surprised me by inviting three friends too. We came back to the house for drinks and talk, but.... I wound up going and crashing in bed. Funny, no?

My husband is making me garden boxes in the back yard. For this, I am uber excited. Now, back to taking more E-mergenC and trying to get out of bed for more than a few hours! Stupid funk.

37 you will not be a bad year dammit