Oh my gosh was I productive today!!! I'm so thrilled I got as much done as I did. My day started when I left the house at 8am to have breakfast with Sue. Here's what happened afterwards:
- picked up Sue and went to Shaws for breakfast
- stopped at a yard sale on the way back to her house
- picked up Chris (her husband) and went to Beaver Valley Farm for dog food
- spent quite a while there, picked up 4 small Phlox plants, a purple columbine plant, milky spore for the stupid Japanese beetles that eat my basil, dog food, cat food, and 2 black Viola plants (gorgeous)
- dropped off Chris & Sue and went home
- unloaded everything out of the car and got set up for some serious weeding/planting
- did poop patrol
- picked up a billion sticks in the yard and added them to the (still neat) wood pile
- tried to start the tractor so I could quickly mow the 2 ft green stuff known as grass
- pushed the tractor to my car so I could jump it since it wouldn't start
- tried jumping the tractor, then asked my neighbor if he could play with it
- went to Pep Boys and got a new tractor battery
- installed the battery and tried to start the tractor
- drove to the tractor repair place to make an appt for it to be fixed
- pushed the tractor back into the yard
- completely annihilated the small section next to the back stairs, ripped everything out, moved all the rocks, and sifted the soil
- planted the big burning bush and a few babies (for good measure)
- planted 6 Cannas
- planted a dozen gladiolus
- mulched the whole thing
- weeded the front gardens
- planted the violas
- planted the purple calla lilies
- planted the clematis
- weeded the hosta area completely
- mulched the hosta area (black mulch looks sooooo good!)
- put all the gardening stuff away
- got all of the surface dirt off of me (kinda)
- drove to the store and bought a new patio set
- spent an hour trying to figure out how to load it in the car (the kids loading it were no help)
- put the long table, umbrella, and umbrella stand in the driveway
- moved the round table to the small section of deck off the stairs
- moved all the pots over to the round table
- swept up and hosed off the entire deck
- managed to unload the 6 chairs, umbrella, umbrella stand, and the table and bring them up on the deck
- assembled the table (1 1/2 hours)
- set everything up and moved around all of the other chairs and the small rectangular table
And walla! I'm done! Not bad for a 13 1/2 hour day. I forgot to eat lunch (and dinner for that matter) so I think I'll go have an orange and then head to bed. :) Flyball practice starts at 8am!
D
Saturday, April 29, 2006
Friday, April 28, 2006
just shoot me...
...actually, don't shoot me know, I wish it had happened 3 hours ago.
I don't normally go into as much detail as I'm about to after a date. But this was just....well...bad. It started out ok, he gave me flowers when he came to pick me up. That was a really nice thought and it was much appreciated. What girl doesn't like to receive flowers?
Anyway, I'm not even sure how to continue without sounding like a complete jerk. So I'm just going to lay it all out there and pray that he never finds my blog. First off, he lied. He's not heavyset. No man that has a stomach that big is heavyset. When the seat is as far back as it can go and your stomach is rubbing against the steering wheel, you're not heavyset. I can deal with a few extra pounds. I have a few extra pounds. Stomach stapling is not necessary for a few extra pounds or a heavyset frame. (No offense to anyone that needs to have their stomach stapled or has a heavyset frame.)
Moving forward 10 minutes - I hate the way he drives. *Hate* it. Erratic. Dangerous. Unsafe. *Hate* it. He's the type of person that sees a car with their signal on, and speeds up just so they can't pass. Not liking the driving. At all. Nope. One of those rides where you keep checking the seatbelt to make sure it's fastened.
Another 10 minutes - this is the longest trip to Waltham I've ever taken in my life.
In Waltham, we can't find a parking space. I'm thinking, "Oh good! We can turn around and go home!" No. We circle around a few times and find one. "Damn!"
Once we're in the restaurant, I catch him looking at me - *all* the time. What I (and every other normal American) would consider staring. Great. "Can I have another beer?" "Please???" "And please hurry. :)"
Over dinner, he's too busy eating - literally - everything on his plate to look at me, which I wasn't upset about. A few idle questions here and there, nothing big.
Y'know how in some TV shows they show the scene of what's happening but then overlay what the person's thoughts are over the scene? That was me. The whole time. No kidding.
We get the check. He figures out the tip. He tells me that learning Calculus has ruined him for simple math. "Sigh..." I look at the slip, which is just out there on the table and figure out what the tip *should* be. It's not her fault Calculus has ruined his math skills, she was on top of everything! When we leave, I tell him to go ahead, signal her over and pass over some cash to make up for what was left on the slip. "20%. How hard is it to figure out 20%?"
There's an ice cream shop up the street, we stop in there. I have more than half of my meal in a doggie bag and am full so no ice cream for me. He gets a small whatever and we walk back to the car. We sit inside the car while he eats his ice cream. Silently, because he's eating. "He'll be done soon. I'll be home soon."
Driving (if you call it that) back, I see signs for 93 "Almost there - only 15 mins from here!" Someone tries to get on the highway, he speeds up. "Great. I always wanted to be road pizza..."
I see the sign for Methuen - 5 miles ahead. "HALLELUJAH!" (Complete with angelic sopranos and everything - similar to what you hear in movies.)
We take the exit off of the highway. "I guess Stop doesn't mean 'Stop' for him." (Anxiously looking around to make sure I'm not going to become road pizza.....again. Seatbelt? Check!)
At the set of lights. "I can walk home, no problem."
Turning on my street. "Yay! I've never been so happy to be home!!!"
In my driveway. Saying: 'Thank you, I had a good time.'
(Thinking: "Please don't lean over. Please don't lean over. Please don't lean over. Oh wait. He can't."
'Yup. Talk soon. Bye.'
I can't even begin to describe how many other thoughts I had in that short 3 hours that felt like 15. And everyone that I'd like to vent to is A) out, B) sleeping, or C) Unavailable.
Oh, and did I mention that our personalities were a little clashy? "The sky's blue." "No it's not, it's Cerulean." "Sigh....(is it worth the argument? No.) Ok.....sigh"
I'm going to bed to lose myself in a book. :)
D
I don't normally go into as much detail as I'm about to after a date. But this was just....well...bad. It started out ok, he gave me flowers when he came to pick me up. That was a really nice thought and it was much appreciated. What girl doesn't like to receive flowers?
Anyway, I'm not even sure how to continue without sounding like a complete jerk. So I'm just going to lay it all out there and pray that he never finds my blog. First off, he lied. He's not heavyset. No man that has a stomach that big is heavyset. When the seat is as far back as it can go and your stomach is rubbing against the steering wheel, you're not heavyset. I can deal with a few extra pounds. I have a few extra pounds. Stomach stapling is not necessary for a few extra pounds or a heavyset frame. (No offense to anyone that needs to have their stomach stapled or has a heavyset frame.)
Moving forward 10 minutes - I hate the way he drives. *Hate* it. Erratic. Dangerous. Unsafe. *Hate* it. He's the type of person that sees a car with their signal on, and speeds up just so they can't pass. Not liking the driving. At all. Nope. One of those rides where you keep checking the seatbelt to make sure it's fastened.
Another 10 minutes - this is the longest trip to Waltham I've ever taken in my life.
In Waltham, we can't find a parking space. I'm thinking, "Oh good! We can turn around and go home!" No. We circle around a few times and find one. "Damn!"
Once we're in the restaurant, I catch him looking at me - *all* the time. What I (and every other normal American) would consider staring. Great. "Can I have another beer?" "Please???" "And please hurry. :)"
Over dinner, he's too busy eating - literally - everything on his plate to look at me, which I wasn't upset about. A few idle questions here and there, nothing big.
Y'know how in some TV shows they show the scene of what's happening but then overlay what the person's thoughts are over the scene? That was me. The whole time. No kidding.
We get the check. He figures out the tip. He tells me that learning Calculus has ruined him for simple math. "Sigh..." I look at the slip, which is just out there on the table and figure out what the tip *should* be. It's not her fault Calculus has ruined his math skills, she was on top of everything! When we leave, I tell him to go ahead, signal her over and pass over some cash to make up for what was left on the slip. "20%. How hard is it to figure out 20%?"
There's an ice cream shop up the street, we stop in there. I have more than half of my meal in a doggie bag and am full so no ice cream for me. He gets a small whatever and we walk back to the car. We sit inside the car while he eats his ice cream. Silently, because he's eating. "He'll be done soon. I'll be home soon."
Driving (if you call it that) back, I see signs for 93 "Almost there - only 15 mins from here!" Someone tries to get on the highway, he speeds up. "Great. I always wanted to be road pizza..."
I see the sign for Methuen - 5 miles ahead. "HALLELUJAH!" (Complete with angelic sopranos and everything - similar to what you hear in movies.)
We take the exit off of the highway. "I guess Stop doesn't mean 'Stop' for him." (Anxiously looking around to make sure I'm not going to become road pizza.....again. Seatbelt? Check!)
At the set of lights. "I can walk home, no problem."
Turning on my street. "Yay! I've never been so happy to be home!!!"
In my driveway. Saying: 'Thank you, I had a good time.'
(Thinking: "Please don't lean over. Please don't lean over. Please don't lean over. Oh wait. He can't."
'Yup. Talk soon. Bye.'
I can't even begin to describe how many other thoughts I had in that short 3 hours that felt like 15. And everyone that I'd like to vent to is A) out, B) sleeping, or C) Unavailable.
Oh, and did I mention that our personalities were a little clashy? "The sky's blue." "No it's not, it's Cerulean." "Sigh....(is it worth the argument? No.) Ok.....sigh"
I'm going to bed to lose myself in a book. :)
D
coupla things...
Well, Betsy and I went to see Cats last night. It was a good show: the costumes were great, the makeup was phenomenal, the dancing was incredible. All well and good, unless you aren't aware of what the storyline is. :) Then it's confusing and....well....just downright sucks. :)
Betsy & I have been researching a ton of stuff on Cats, where it came from, the plot, the characters, etc., etc. All things that would've been good to know yesterday before the show. :) Sven & Ginger sat next to us and (thankfully) was able to clue us in before the 2nd half. Yeah, we're idiots. :) But, I now know more than most people about it.
I'm glad we went. I had a good time. I don't know if I'd see it again and I have no idea why it was received as well as it was on Broadway. Maybe the caliber of actors is better? Soooo..... what would that mean? They can purr better? :) Again, glad I experienced it, but I don't need to do it again. :)
I have a date tonight with *T*. We're going to one of my all-time favorite places in Waltham. :) I'm hoping the company will be at least half as great as the food will be. Boy, that sounds so not nice, huh? Well, there are reasons. Not anything bizarre with *T*, just... reasons.
I have to say, I'm not all that thrilled with the whole dating scene. My life, once calm and predictable, is an increasing flurry of activity. I have to bring my PDA home so I know what I'm doing and when, I have to make sure I call the right person the right name on the phone. It's all so busy and complicated. And it's not like I was a couch potato before it either! I was a pretty busy girl, doing my own thing between work, flyball, rescue, and school. More than enough to keep me occupied!
Dating on it's own isn't that bad. It's quite fun actually, learning about different people, having conversations you really only have when you're trying to get to know someone, experiencing things you haven't before, the first kiss, etc. - all fun stuff. The parts that get me down? Roll your eyes and say 'Here we go', 'cuz that's where we're going.
A) What the f$%* is it with grown men living at home?? Seriously, just about every man I've mentioned directly or indirectly lives at home. And I don't mean in his childhood home because his parents moved to Florida. I mean, "Failure to Launch" kind of living at home. Can I tell you what a turn-off it is for the answer to "What did you have for dinner" be "My Mom made pasta." DUDE!!! You're freakin' 38 years old!!!
I know there are reasons. I know shit happens. I've had a lot of shit happen in the last 5 years, I know shit happens! But "shit happens" is temporary. Really. You can get through it. Move on. Get your own apartment. It'll be Ok. Really. Grow some and then grow up. Sheesh.
B) Drummers. Almost all of them are drummers. Seriously. And for those of you that don't know me all that well, I've already wasted 10 years of my life with musicians - 5 1/2 years out of those 10 was with 1 drummer; another 2 years was with another drummer. And this isn't anything against musicians at all! Let's just say, musicians & I are never really in the same place in life - ever. :) They're awesome people to have has friends, but romantically, been there, done that. And almost all of them have been drummers. Yay. What fun.
The worst part is, it's not like I'm seeking them out or anything. I'm not finding out someone is a drummer and chasing them down. No. Because I've dated drummers. And I'm really not looking to go backwards in life - I was hoping for forward. Fun.
Ok, I'll stop there 'cuz otherwise I have to go into personal details on some of these people and it's not my place (we'll just ignore the whole "living at home" beans I spilled.) I also don't want to hurt anyone's feelings (hoping none of these guys read this...) but at the same time, C'mon now. Seriously. Most of these men are older than me. Most of them have children. Most of them are divorced. All normal for this day 'n age and my age group. I'm sure a divorce is like getting picked up by the back of the neck and shaken like a dirty rag doll. It hurts....hurts your heart, hurts your ego, hurts your wallet, hurts a lot of things. But jeez guys!! How long do you think you have to hide under Mom's apron strings before acting like a man again? Ok, apparently I won't stop there... :-/
Moving on! Tomorrow I have huge plans to do mountains of weeding, all of my planting, mulching, and mowing, and all of my homework. I'll be happy if I just get the rest of my stuff planted and the weeding done. :) I think I have tomorrow night off of the social scene as well, so I might actually be able to watch a TV show or two - imagine that. I haven't been able to do that in a couple of weeks now.
Sunday I have flyball practice and I plans with *S*, but we'll see what happens. I will say that if these plans fall through for any reason short of a death in his immediate family, he's done. No third chance, straight to friends. Buh Bye.
Oh look! It's time to leave work. :) Cheers!!
D
Betsy & I have been researching a ton of stuff on Cats, where it came from, the plot, the characters, etc., etc. All things that would've been good to know yesterday before the show. :) Sven & Ginger sat next to us and (thankfully) was able to clue us in before the 2nd half. Yeah, we're idiots. :) But, I now know more than most people about it.
I'm glad we went. I had a good time. I don't know if I'd see it again and I have no idea why it was received as well as it was on Broadway. Maybe the caliber of actors is better? Soooo..... what would that mean? They can purr better? :) Again, glad I experienced it, but I don't need to do it again. :)
I have a date tonight with *T*. We're going to one of my all-time favorite places in Waltham. :) I'm hoping the company will be at least half as great as the food will be. Boy, that sounds so not nice, huh? Well, there are reasons. Not anything bizarre with *T*, just... reasons.
I have to say, I'm not all that thrilled with the whole dating scene. My life, once calm and predictable, is an increasing flurry of activity. I have to bring my PDA home so I know what I'm doing and when, I have to make sure I call the right person the right name on the phone. It's all so busy and complicated. And it's not like I was a couch potato before it either! I was a pretty busy girl, doing my own thing between work, flyball, rescue, and school. More than enough to keep me occupied!
Dating on it's own isn't that bad. It's quite fun actually, learning about different people, having conversations you really only have when you're trying to get to know someone, experiencing things you haven't before, the first kiss, etc. - all fun stuff. The parts that get me down? Roll your eyes and say 'Here we go', 'cuz that's where we're going.
A) What the f$%* is it with grown men living at home?? Seriously, just about every man I've mentioned directly or indirectly lives at home. And I don't mean in his childhood home because his parents moved to Florida. I mean, "Failure to Launch" kind of living at home. Can I tell you what a turn-off it is for the answer to "What did you have for dinner" be "My Mom made pasta." DUDE!!! You're freakin' 38 years old!!!
I know there are reasons. I know shit happens. I've had a lot of shit happen in the last 5 years, I know shit happens! But "shit happens" is temporary. Really. You can get through it. Move on. Get your own apartment. It'll be Ok. Really. Grow some and then grow up. Sheesh.
B) Drummers. Almost all of them are drummers. Seriously. And for those of you that don't know me all that well, I've already wasted 10 years of my life with musicians - 5 1/2 years out of those 10 was with 1 drummer; another 2 years was with another drummer. And this isn't anything against musicians at all! Let's just say, musicians & I are never really in the same place in life - ever. :) They're awesome people to have has friends, but romantically, been there, done that. And almost all of them have been drummers. Yay. What fun.
The worst part is, it's not like I'm seeking them out or anything. I'm not finding out someone is a drummer and chasing them down. No. Because I've dated drummers. And I'm really not looking to go backwards in life - I was hoping for forward. Fun.
Ok, I'll stop there 'cuz otherwise I have to go into personal details on some of these people and it's not my place (we'll just ignore the whole "living at home" beans I spilled.) I also don't want to hurt anyone's feelings (hoping none of these guys read this...) but at the same time, C'mon now. Seriously. Most of these men are older than me. Most of them have children. Most of them are divorced. All normal for this day 'n age and my age group. I'm sure a divorce is like getting picked up by the back of the neck and shaken like a dirty rag doll. It hurts....hurts your heart, hurts your ego, hurts your wallet, hurts a lot of things. But jeez guys!! How long do you think you have to hide under Mom's apron strings before acting like a man again? Ok, apparently I won't stop there... :-/
Moving on! Tomorrow I have huge plans to do mountains of weeding, all of my planting, mulching, and mowing, and all of my homework. I'll be happy if I just get the rest of my stuff planted and the weeding done. :) I think I have tomorrow night off of the social scene as well, so I might actually be able to watch a TV show or two - imagine that. I haven't been able to do that in a couple of weeks now.
Sunday I have flyball practice and I plans with *S*, but we'll see what happens. I will say that if these plans fall through for any reason short of a death in his immediate family, he's done. No third chance, straight to friends. Buh Bye.
Oh look! It's time to leave work. :) Cheers!!
D
Thursday, April 27, 2006
going in later...
I was just about ready to jump in my car and head to work when I heard there's a bad rollover on 495 taking up 3 lanes. Instead of wasting the $2.89 per gallon gas I bought waiting in traffic for the next 2 hours, I'm going to stay here until it goes away. :)
The professor gave us a one day extension for this week's homework, which is good because it's freakin' hard! It's not really going to help me much though as I'm going to see Cats tonight with Betsy. I'm excited about that. :)
The weather isn't coinciding with what my idea of spring is lately. I'm not sure what the temperature is supposed to be around this time - I just know that I've been spoiled by the 70 degree days and yearn for their return. At the same time, I'm thinking I might be able to finish off all of the planting I need to do this weekend since it's supposed to be in the high 50's/low 60's without having any bees dive bomb my head. Wouldn't that be nice! :) I think this will be my final batch of planting as well, at least for the summer stuff. I still need to get my basil started too....sigh. I think I'm might have bitten off more than I can chew. :)
Yesterday I left work early and went in for my regular platelet donation appt. I think I've gone on and on about donating platelets, so I won't repeat it now. I watched one of my all time favorite sappy chick flicks - Sweet Home Alabama. Shut up, it's a good movie. After that, I stopped by my grandparents for a visit. I told them not to cook dinner or anything but of course my grandmother gets offended if you enter her house and don't eat, so I had a cookie with my coffee and left with 1/2 a frittatta she made.
Well, back to debugging my stupid script. :)
D
The professor gave us a one day extension for this week's homework, which is good because it's freakin' hard! It's not really going to help me much though as I'm going to see Cats tonight with Betsy. I'm excited about that. :)
The weather isn't coinciding with what my idea of spring is lately. I'm not sure what the temperature is supposed to be around this time - I just know that I've been spoiled by the 70 degree days and yearn for their return. At the same time, I'm thinking I might be able to finish off all of the planting I need to do this weekend since it's supposed to be in the high 50's/low 60's without having any bees dive bomb my head. Wouldn't that be nice! :) I think this will be my final batch of planting as well, at least for the summer stuff. I still need to get my basil started too....sigh. I think I'm might have bitten off more than I can chew. :)
Yesterday I left work early and went in for my regular platelet donation appt. I think I've gone on and on about donating platelets, so I won't repeat it now. I watched one of my all time favorite sappy chick flicks - Sweet Home Alabama. Shut up, it's a good movie. After that, I stopped by my grandparents for a visit. I told them not to cook dinner or anything but of course my grandmother gets offended if you enter her house and don't eat, so I had a cookie with my coffee and left with 1/2 a frittatta she made.
Well, back to debugging my stupid script. :)
D
Tuesday, April 25, 2006
in case anyone's wondering...
...I'm in homework hell.
Yep, that's alllllll I've been doing - homework. Why is it that classes get harder the longer they go on? lol
Anyway, that's really where I've been spending my time so I don't even have any good gossip to share unfortunately. Oh wait, yes I do. I got an IM from *S* today, he was very apologetic for the drama. I got more of the same when I talked to him later on. What do you think, should I give him another chance?
*T* and I are heading to one of my favorite restaurants in Waltham on Friday.
Well, I'm goin' to bed, all I can see are subroutines right now...ugh.
D
Yep, that's alllllll I've been doing - homework. Why is it that classes get harder the longer they go on? lol
Anyway, that's really where I've been spending my time so I don't even have any good gossip to share unfortunately. Oh wait, yes I do. I got an IM from *S* today, he was very apologetic for the drama. I got more of the same when I talked to him later on. What do you think, should I give him another chance?
*T* and I are heading to one of my favorite restaurants in Waltham on Friday.
Well, I'm goin' to bed, all I can see are subroutines right now...ugh.
D
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