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I know. It's the sound of nothing.
My company for the weekend just left, Katie's sacked out on the brick floor by my feet, Nolan's taking a nap, and the boys are playing with a cardboard box in the garage. Thousands of dollars worth of toys and what do they play with? A cardboard box. A rock, a hoop and a stick is all they need. Boys.
Anyway. Mom & Tom gave us a housewarming gift of PLANTS! WOO HOO! I planted two big pots with all kinds of fun plants for the front porch, two pots of geraniums on the back porch, and started an herb garden in the backyard. I got my hands dirty. I hoed. I used a shovel. I actually perspired. I might even have a sunburn on my nose.
I was not cut out for manual labor.
As I was pulling the huge rocks and chunks of concrete from the herb garden, earth streaked on my face and cute little sundress splattered with mud, cursing the construction people that obviously didn't pick up after themselves, I had quite the Scarlett O'Hara moment... "As God as my witness I will never weed a flower bed again!"
Or something like that.
It was a little more melodramatic when you were right in the midst of it.
Katie on the front porch with the new pots. She looks thrilled, doesn't she?
My sad little herb garden. Mom the gardener says it'll get better, and the landscape guy still has to put some shrubberies (hee!) in. That picture is like two solid hours of work and is the reason that my arms are sore. (/whine)
Aren't the geraniums pretty, professor? 10 points if you know the play (movie?) that comes from.
Anyhow, my pretty, pretty geraniums.
Mom, Tom and the boys before church last night, wherein Aaron sang in the children's choir, and then promptly fell asleep on my shoulder.
Oh. I've been meaning to say. I have an extra copy of Quidditch Through the Ages. (Yes, I'm aware that it makes me a HUGE dork.) I'll mail it to the first person who leaves their address. Or emails their address to persephone3333@gmail.com. :D Ooops! Snagged by Nicole!
My company for the weekend just left, Katie's sacked out on the brick floor by my feet, Nolan's taking a nap, and the boys are playing with a cardboard box in the garage. Thousands of dollars worth of toys and what do they play with? A cardboard box. A rock, a hoop and a stick is all they need. Boys.
Anyway. Mom & Tom gave us a housewarming gift of PLANTS! WOO HOO! I planted two big pots with all kinds of fun plants for the front porch, two pots of geraniums on the back porch, and started an herb garden in the backyard. I got my hands dirty. I hoed. I used a shovel. I actually perspired. I might even have a sunburn on my nose.
I was not cut out for manual labor.
As I was pulling the huge rocks and chunks of concrete from the herb garden, earth streaked on my face and cute little sundress splattered with mud, cursing the construction people that obviously didn't pick up after themselves, I had quite the Scarlett O'Hara moment... "As God as my witness I will never weed a flower bed again!"
Or something like that.
It was a little more melodramatic when you were right in the midst of it.
Katie on the front porch with the new pots. She looks thrilled, doesn't she?
My sad little herb garden. Mom the gardener says it'll get better, and the landscape guy still has to put some shrubberies (hee!) in. That picture is like two solid hours of work and is the reason that my arms are sore. (/whine)
Aren't the geraniums pretty, professor? 10 points if you know the play (movie?) that comes from.
Anyhow, my pretty, pretty geraniums.
Mom, Tom and the boys before church last night, wherein Aaron sang in the children's choir, and then promptly fell asleep on my shoulder.
Oh. I've been meaning to say. I have an extra copy of Quidditch Through the Ages. (Yes, I'm aware that it makes me a HUGE dork.) I'll mail it to the first person who leaves their address. Or emails their address to persephone3333@gmail.com. :D Ooops! Snagged by Nicole!
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Hm. Thanks.
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LOVE!
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And then the kidlings (and the mum and step-pop) - SO cute! YAy for pictures. :D
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Thanks!
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Which reminds me. Crap! Need to water them!
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That always helps!
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I used to think your boys looked like Nolan, but they look like your mum so much.
What is it that's so fascinating about boxes?
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Really? The boys look like her? She's going to be thrilled.
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I started reading The Host today. S. Meyer's new book. It's decent. :)
Anyway, we're headed over to Tara's for dinner, but I'll look for you if I'm online later!
*loves*
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No more whining!
I'll only read it upon your recommendation.
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2. Hee! SHRUBBERIES! That word will forever remind me of Monty Python :D
3. I totally planted geraniums for my mum on Mother's Day. *is a good daughter*
4. Your family = the cute. But I've said that before XD
5. *smooshes*
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I love the red theme for the pict. Maybe it's me, but I really don't see the resemblance between you and your mum. *scratches head and squints at the pic* I also love the way the boys are smiling. LOL!
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*glares at fingers*
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p.s. Pretty font on your LJ! I like it!
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And mom says that in 5 year, that herb garden will rock out loud. (My words, not hers. :D)
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