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I spent the weekend outside in the garden because *sucks in breath, hands on hips* I happened to get a Certified Letter from my HOA saying that the weeds in my garden were unacceptable.


WAIT. Wait. Let me explain. I have no weeds. Well, there was one. ONE. This is in a flower bed that is over 60 feet long and just over 20 feet deep, mind. ONE WEED. The letter that I received a) had the wrong address in the photograph, which indeed had weeds and b) was dated in July.

To say I was affronted is putting it lightly. (Newcomers: I'm a Texas Master Gardener. I take that shit personally.) This was a perfect excuse to start the Fall rip-out of plants that are done for the season, dead head, divide bulbs, etc. So that's what I did. It's all tidy and open and empty and waiting for new babies and I am VERY HAPPY. And I took a nice picture and will be emailing the HOA later with a bit of a hemhem, you were saying? added.

I went to a neighbor's house on Friday for drinks, met the CUTEST GUY (not like that. Well, he's attractive but just keep reading) that was a) former Mormon, b) former Missionary, c) gay as rainbow glitter on a mustache and d) hilarious. AND ALSO E) A GARDENER. I told him he was my gay doppelganger and we spent hours swapping stories. ALSO. ALSO. AND. His mother and sister both sing in my father's exclusive choir. O_O I MEAN. (omg, my husband had to peel me off of him to get me home and now we're FB bff. Lol.)

AND LASTLY. My son came home from work last night with a straggly bouquet of flowers for me (he works in a grocery store as a sacker, so they were those kind of flowers) and I am still looking over at their bedraggled selves and grinning from ear to ear. I'm fairly easy to please, it must be said. <3 Also, AWWWW. <3

AND NOW I WANT NACHOS. Or guacamole. Or something fatty and bad for me. *grumbles* I am completely surrounded by a lack of bad for me foods, stupid healthy living.


Catherine Mitchell
Sep. 25th, 2012 01:54 am (UTC)
Ahh! If you ever have the time (or obviously, you want to, b/c you know, you do what you want ;) ), you should totally do another picdump of your garden so I can drool and pine for the days when I don't have only a tiny balcony to grow things on!!! :)

Yay for new Best Friends! I just rekindled an old one and am all excited about it again. :)

Oh how I miss New Mexico and their nachos and gauc that actually has flavor and isn't a nasty greasy mess. Indiana, make some good Mexican food!!! Or, maybe I should learn to just make my own.

Also, i feel ya on the getting trim again. grrr, inspired by you I got p90x and it's kicking my ass. I have to admit I keep failing and stopping and then starting back up again. How did you ever make it through!?
Sep. 25th, 2012 01:07 pm (UTC)
I'm reconfiguring three big flower beds this fall, so once they're all cleaned out and sorted, that's just what I'll do!

P90X is FUN! Tell yourself that, and feel proud when you get through even half of a workout, because even HALF is hard as shit. Don't get down on yourself in the beginning - you're not going to be able to do everything like Tony/the others. BUT YOU WILL BY THE END. I promise!

(And I've picked it back up after a lazy summer, so today is my Plyo day!) <3
Catherine Mitchell
Sep. 26th, 2012 12:40 pm (UTC)
I've been able to keep consistent with doing the ab ripper x every week. It hurts so good every time, but because it's short, I'm able to rationalize doing it every time easier. lol but I'll get back into today! I must! one of my students actually said, "Catherine you look pregnant! Are you!?" Yesterday and I was like, "bitch, please, my pouch is NOT that big yet" in my head. Oh these kids have no filter. lol.

You know, i think it was only being able to do half that was making me get down on myself, because I couldn't finish the hour/hour and a half ones. K I'm gonna do it, I'm gonna do it!


Are You Actually

Reading this? I'm just curious. Because that's really detail-oriented of you. Feel free to stop reading. But you can see that there's more here, so are you going to keep reading? Really? That's pretty dedicated. I'm impressed. No, really. I'm not being sarcastic, why do you get like that? See, this is the problem I have with your mother - yes. YES. I'm going there. It's time we put all of our cards on the table.

I love you, why are you doing this? After all we've been through? You don't have to be like this. You know, still reading. You could be baking a pie. And then sharing it with me.

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