High school

High school.  My kid is going into high school.

I am excited but petrified. 

Teenagers.    They aren't adults yet but they are quickly learning to become them.   How do parents raise great adults?  I really don't know and this shit keeps me awake at night.   How does one make sure their kid maintains a natural confidence and pretty amazing moral compass during some pretty tumultuous times?  

GAH!!!!    I'm afraid we aren't ready for this.

My first harvest!

This year has been super exciting on the gardening front. Now the car port is gone and replaced with amazing raised beds and large glorious super sunny spot.

And it's AWESOME


Oh me oh my are things coming along well. I already have little tomatoes and fetal zuchinni and cucumbers. And....AND.....I had my first harvest!!

I couldn't wait to pull these and see how they turned out. They are quite small but perfect. I have about another dozen in the other bed that I'll pull in about a month.


I wasn't satisfied with just the harvest.  It needed to be perfect so I decided to consult the interwebs and was determined to make this

But I got this instead...

You can't win em all and I am stupidly pleased with myself .


In other gardening news I FINALLY waved the white flag and have officially lost my battle with grass. There comes a time where you just have to admit defeat and work with what you have.  One thing I will NEVER have is a beautiful green lawn.  Instead I'll one day have a one giant flower garden.    It wont be finished overnight and  isn't close to perfection but every time I look at it I smile.

Officially this is the butterfly garden,   So far I haven't seen a single butterfly but Cecil LOVES it and so do the gold finches.

This is the -let's put a bunch of shit over the dead grass garden and hope for the best-garden.

YAY!!

New life plan

I have decided to become a celebrity stalker.

James Marsters. How? How are you so HANDSOME!? Just...why...gah....I can't even......

Aging

Yeeesh. I looked in the mirror the other day and saw an old woman.

Age of course can be relative. Most days I behave much like a 12 year and for the most part I am unapologetic about it. But let's face it, girls gotta have her beauty regimen!

So I did what every irrational age fearing broad does who is too lazy to do anything requiring work yet doesn't have enough time in the day to maintain....

I cut off all of my hair.

I should add that this mid life crisis is WAY better than the last one. You know, the one that led me to do a full on colon/liver/kidney cleanse. The kind of cleanse that didn't result in a 5 pound weight loss and clear skin, only an atomic 3 week yeast infection.

Good times.

Good times, good times.

Have you ever found yourself in such a lovely mood that you feel as though you're walking on rainbows? I am one plucky SOB these days.

There are several contributing factors.

1. My gardens are coming along quite nicely. A far more picture heavy and wordy post about this is coming soon.

2. I have recaptured the glorious wonders of spending too much time in coffee shops getting waaay too jacked on caffeine.

3. I'm FINALLY off the top box waiting list. No more looking like a haggard she-beast for this broad!

And finally, number 4. It was T. Gary B's birthday on Monday. One year young.

That time again!

Dance recital time! It's my fav...IF IT WAS OPPOSITE DAY!!

Angry Bunny year will never be beat.