Thursday, July 29, 2010

I caught one!

We live in a rural area, next to 1100 acres of wildlife sanctuary. The wildlife is aplenty and I have been battling one wild thing in particular in my gardens. The dreaded woodchuck. He left the beans, ate the plants. Mowed down 100 sunflowers for a mid-day snack. He's the devil in my dirt.
Well, last weekend we bought a hav-a-hart trap and set it out with yummy watermelon. Each day, morning, noon, and night I checked that trap, finger's crossed, hoping to look into the eye of my nemesis.
Yesterday, when D came running in the house yelling that I caught something, I nearly smashed my face into the door trying to get out to see my success! From the top of the hill, I could see the gray little fucker.... wait, grey?
Poor thing.
A sweet little furry grey KITTEN had gone for the fruit and found herself in prison over by the green bean tipi's. Meow.
I rushed over to the cage and opened the door as fast as I could and ZOOM! I never saw anything move so fast. That cat screwed out of my garden and my yard and my life as fast as it could.
Sorry, kitty.
Since when do we have odd cats out here, anyway?

Tuesday, July 27, 2010


He's about 1/2" round, filled with green goo that used to be my tomato leaves. Be prepared to lose your appetite, mister.
I'm coming for you.

Wednesday, July 21, 2010

man oh man

I am overwhelmed with testosterone. OVER-FUCKING-WHELMED.
We are how ever many weeks into summer vacation and I feel like I have to be atleast a mile down the road to breath any real breaths. The ones I take here now are short and shallow and not life-giving at all. I am crushed to the floor and ground with their boasting, needing, agressing, dripping selves over and over all day and into the night. They seek me out so often, that I am reduced to taking nightly "baths", where sometimes I just run the water to be able to sit alone in a room for a half hour. The one weapon I have against their constant approach is my naked body. The threat of such a thing keeps them well at bay. Maybe I should become a nudist.
That'll teach 'em.
Nope, nope it won't. The fact is, this is the reality for a mother of three boys at the ages mine are, living the life I live. I find guilt, naturally, in my hiding in the tub. Of course, I should not feel guilt at all, instead, I should be patting myself on the back for giving myself these moments and not strangling those boys. I'm not sure (MOM) where the guilt comes from, but it always comes.
I need a day off from the never ending need machine and I will take it, guilt free. Not hearing the noise from the other side of the bathroom walls makes it a whole lot easier to appreciate the time off, especially if there's no false nudity involved.
Or laundry and dirty dishes, none of that either.

Sunday, July 18, 2010

love the one's your with

Make "I love you" the last thing you say when you hang up or walk away because you just never know who's not coming back. It's a cruel, cruel world for those who love.
**RIP TS**
I didn't know you at all, except that you were my friend's brother, a father and a husband, a son and a friend, and that you didn't deserve to die before your life was done being lived.

Thursday, July 15, 2010

summer home

The real before was peeling splintery wooden slats. Ick. This is the oops! I forgot to take a before pic pic.

ooooooooohhhhhhh.... and the after!
The tile floor is recycled from a job that roomie did. It was a kitchen floor that was about to hit the dumpster and he just couldn't stand the waste. The light colored stone is the perfect floor for our poolside living room. He chipped away the old grout and lay the tile over the course of two days. Love his ingenuity!

Wednesday, July 14, 2010

over the hill and through the burg

to Grandmother's house we went... and while I entertained the sweet lady... my sunflowers, beans, cukes and marigolds were ravaged by a beast unknown to me.
That jerk.

***BATTLE 2010***

Me VS. ?Woodchuck?

It's not looking good for me. I'm not even sure if it is a woodchuck that is after my plants. Whatever it is, I am about to step up my game. Look out, Furry foe! I am going to install more fencing today and tomorrow I am going to get a trap, too. I want to see who this garden terrorist is! I want to look him in his eye before I move him to another locale. I did consider sitting on the hill with an air soft gun and hammering him with biodegradable pellets until he waved a flag and agreed never to return to my soil. But, the trap seems simpler and a lot less time consuming. I tried sitting on the hill for an hour the last time my garden was chewed. I cannot sit still! Let alone, sit still looking into my garden. I sat there and found 15 things to do and then went off and did them. Of course, as long as I'm IN the garden, the pest stays clear.
Maybe I should just move in to the pumpkin patch. There's certainly plenty of shelter under those leaves! I will be the pumpkin queen and all the squash will love and worship me.
See how nuts this creature is making me? Or maybe I inhaled some of the Neem again. Either, way, this monster must go.

Sunday, July 4, 2010

You guys stink

I am just so charged up about everything I'm doing all the time and they are just so never fucking behind me. When they ask what you're up to, they don't really want to know and they seem to be secretly hoping you'll just say "not much" and walk away. Well, I'm up to stuff. Come on! This is life, isn't it? We are all here DOING, aren't we? Aren't you?
Well, why the hell not, then?
And, if you are, but you just don't like to talk about it, then why do we have to get together socially at all if you don't want to talk about anything but the damn weather??? Text me next time it rains, I'll digress.
It's all so lame. Boring.
I might think I'm smarter than almost everyone I come in contact with. I might. A little. Or totally.

Saturday, July 3, 2010

Don't worry, I'll have PMS again before you know it

I love my life.
I have the freedom to pursue my passions, and I do.
I have managed a good balance between WIFE, MOM, and ME. ME does still exist, I've insisted on it. Don't get me wrong, I am not first in line most times, but, I don't need to be. I like to be taking when the giving's all done.
I've been thinking again.
A friend played my "role" for a short time and thought of how sad and lonely I must feel. She had fed and cleaned and then they were into a game on tv and each other, without her. No one got up to dance for her when she finally entered the room. Instead, more food was ordered. Drink in hand, she retreats to the kitchen, feeling sad and alone.
Good thing you don't play MY "role" because you could'nt handle one day.
Here it is, sweety, I'm the mom and I work the least outside the home, so it is my JOB to cook and keep house. If I were the man, it would be the same (for me). Whoever is home does the home work. Brilliant idea, no?
When I am done, I am usually in a big hurry to do WHAT I WANT. And, most often, sitting in the living room staring at the television is not it. That's what the boys do. I have my own stuff.
Upon further review, I am feeling sad for you.