I successfully built something! It's all in one piece, not crooked anywhere, and I have no extra parts leftover! It may only be a small side table for my front porch, but this is a big step for Andrea-kind. I have to pat myself on the back and say, I am pretty darn good with an allen wrench, so now I am thinking - I need more tools so I can do more handy-type things. I remember seeing a pink tool kit somewhere, and that's exactly my speed. If I can find a matching pink tool belt it would be even better. I already have pink hiking boots to complete the ensemble. Who knows? Maybe then I'd even help Kevin with his shed-constructing, proving that one can do anything if there's the right outfit.
Earlier today I received some very helpful shrub removal tips, and am very thankful for them. However, I realize I should rephrase my question to say, "Does anyone know a good shrub-removal guy?" I'd do the job myself, but I don't own any cute landscape gear.
Thursday, June 30, 2011
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
We're Going to Need a Bigger Bottle of Roundup (and WINE)
It's a jungle out there....
Day 2 of Andrea vs. Weeds contained a spider attack, a lot of sweat, and a scream over a giant worm, which was actually just a really big root. Please no judgment.
The people we bought the house from seemed very lovely, don't get me wrong, but they must have been indoor cats. There's at least 3 years of growth on some of these suckers. I pulled all the giant ones today, then I'll attack the little ones, then unfortunately we'll have to get rid of some shrubs that were sadly overtaken by killer weeds. Does anyone know anything about shrub removal? After that, I'll trim the bushes, and then by, oh let's say next May, we can get some new mulch down.
Where's my pinot noir?
On an unrelated note, I think I am going to convert full-time from Stop & Shop to Market Basket. You really do get more bang for your buck. And even though it's always crowded, even at 11 in the morning on a random Wednesday, it's worth elbowing people out of the way to buy some 50 cent macaroni.
On an even more unrelated, yet exciting note, my wedding invitations arrived today! I think I may have frightened the poor UPS man when I flew outside and ripped the package from his arms. I can happily say they look perfect.
*Because I can't figure it out any other way, if any of you readers, (aka really good friends) care to leave a comment, you have to click the little thingy that says "0 Comments", and then you can leave one.*
Day 2 of Andrea vs. Weeds contained a spider attack, a lot of sweat, and a scream over a giant worm, which was actually just a really big root. Please no judgment.
The people we bought the house from seemed very lovely, don't get me wrong, but they must have been indoor cats. There's at least 3 years of growth on some of these suckers. I pulled all the giant ones today, then I'll attack the little ones, then unfortunately we'll have to get rid of some shrubs that were sadly overtaken by killer weeds. Does anyone know anything about shrub removal? After that, I'll trim the bushes, and then by, oh let's say next May, we can get some new mulch down.
Where's my pinot noir?
On an unrelated note, I think I am going to convert full-time from Stop & Shop to Market Basket. You really do get more bang for your buck. And even though it's always crowded, even at 11 in the morning on a random Wednesday, it's worth elbowing people out of the way to buy some 50 cent macaroni.
On an even more unrelated, yet exciting note, my wedding invitations arrived today! I think I may have frightened the poor UPS man when I flew outside and ripped the package from his arms. I can happily say they look perfect.
*Because I can't figure it out any other way, if any of you readers, (aka really good friends) care to leave a comment, you have to click the little thingy that says "0 Comments", and then you can leave one.*
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
First Day of Summer Vacation!
This morning I woke up, thankfully not at 5:30 a.m., and decided to begin today with the yard. While it has numerous beautiful plants, flowers and trees, it is absolutely littered with weeds. They're everywhere. Some of them are even at knee level, and if you know how tall I am, that's saying a lot. In order to tackle a job of this magnitude, I needed the proper equipment: magenta and floral print gardening gloves, and a big ol' bottle of Round Up. After a quick trip to Lowe's, I was armed and ready to go.
I need to backtrack here and give some exposition. (Sorry, it's the English teacher in me.) I hate, I mean loathe yard work. Ask my mother! I used to give any excuse in the book not to help out. I would complain and whine about being too hot, take frequent bathroom breaks, and finally just collapse in the grass and refuse to move. Needless to say she gave up on asking for my assistance and would just offer me going outside and chatting with her while she did all the work and I swatted away bugs. Bless her heart.
Now that I have a yard of my own, I surprisingly want to work in it, but I'm still a super-wimp. I lasted just shy of two hours including a chunk of time where the mailman decided he wanted to meet me and struck up a conversation. Is that normal? I've never had a postal worker introduce himself directly. Either he's really just that friendly or it could have been because my rear was sticking out like mad while trying to rescue my hosta plants from the strangling roots of wild grass. It looks as if I've barely scratched the surface.
I'm ready for my pedicure now.
I need to backtrack here and give some exposition. (Sorry, it's the English teacher in me.) I hate, I mean loathe yard work. Ask my mother! I used to give any excuse in the book not to help out. I would complain and whine about being too hot, take frequent bathroom breaks, and finally just collapse in the grass and refuse to move. Needless to say she gave up on asking for my assistance and would just offer me going outside and chatting with her while she did all the work and I swatted away bugs. Bless her heart.
Now that I have a yard of my own, I surprisingly want to work in it, but I'm still a super-wimp. I lasted just shy of two hours including a chunk of time where the mailman decided he wanted to meet me and struck up a conversation. Is that normal? I've never had a postal worker introduce himself directly. Either he's really just that friendly or it could have been because my rear was sticking out like mad while trying to rescue my hosta plants from the strangling roots of wild grass. It looks as if I've barely scratched the surface.
I'm ready for my pedicure now.
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