So this weekend, we christened the new patio cover. We had the neighbors over for cocktails (read lots of beer) and conversation. It was quite lovely, but pointed out something we have been overlooking. We have a muddy swamp for a backyard. Granted, normally, I do not water the lawn all that much. My thought process is, if it dies, I dont have to mow it. IF mother nature is too damn busy to water my lawn for me, I am not going to pick up the slack. What has resulted from that foolhearted thought process is large bare spots that turn to mud when it does rain. The dogs then run through it and create a mess, and then track the mud all over the house, and all over the patio.
Yesterday, I started working the ground and planting grass seed. I am an impatient person by default, so waiting on grass to grow is going to be like....well, waiting for grass to grow. But the end result should be a great lush yard of green grass that I will actually take the time to water. Or I might just have bigger muddy spots with grass seed sticking out of it. At least I am trying.
Getting settled into week 2 of my 5:30-3:30 shift. Its not so bad. I can avoid the traffic in the mornings, and in the afternoons, its usually pretty light as well. Morning radio is still a pain, but luckily I have the Ipod. Trying to convince myself to go to sleep before 10:30 is a little tough, might have to work on that a little harder. Exhaustion would not be a good compromise.
Looking for ideas for my 30th birthday. I am thinking of many different things, such as a new tattoo, taking a weekend trip with Ali, having a fiesta at the house, or counting gray hairs. THe latter is something I do everyday, so why should that be a special event? Gray in my beard is something special, right?
No one has still heard from my sister, who decided it was time to cut ties with her family, and move away. She apparently is working in a car dealership, and dating a salesman who may or may not know she is still married. She may or may not still be on drugs, and may or may not still have outstanding warrants. She only calls me when she wants money, and when she does not get it, I don't hear from her again for a while, so really, not loosing much.
For those of you scoring at home, I am 12 pounds lighter. It does not make that much of a difference, but I can still honestly say that I am starting to feel more motivated to loose more. Damn the FDA for removing Effedra from the market. Sure it might give you a heart attack, make your pulse race, and give you the jitters, but damn it, I lost weight with it.
And how many licks does it take to get to the center of a tootsie roll pop? The world may never know.