Dirt and stuff..

Today I confirmed the following:
1) There is something special about having the sunshine wake you up at 8am on a saturday morning.
2) Despite being so far away from my family and my girlfriends, I am so happy we are living in the bay area.
3) I will some how, some way conquer the weeds that are taking over my back yard and now the front yard
4) I will focus on getting my would be garden up and running.
5) I finished getting rid of the nasty weeds that were inhabiting my would be garden.
6) I hate snails!
7) I hate worms!
8) This is the longest weekend EVER!
9) I don't miss the midwest cold. Today I got to wear at one point during the day, a tank and shorts
10) I do miss my husband and wish it was Monday so he could be back at home already.



Here is the space for my garden to be. Once E gets home, we are going to figure out what we want to grow.



This is the "green waste" bin that I filled up today. If you look beyond the bin, you can see the weeds that become my backyard. I hate weeds!



The motivation to start a garden. This is a lemon that is growning my backyard from our young meyer lemon tree.



Meet Van Gogh. The neighborhood cat. He is the sweetest thing ever! When we first moved in and had all of our doors open. This little snuggle bug found his way many times on to our bed. I wish I took pics of him camping out in our house. He kept me company today while I did my thing in the backyard.



My hand was shaky and my little digital camera isn't so great at the clos ups. So I apologize for the blurry picture. But in reality this snail is HUGE! I ran into even more of them as I cleared out the weeds. They scared the crap out of me!

This is why I think all new homeowners should go through training

so when you walk into your house and it smells like paint fumes (for no apparent reason) that you don't freak out and call the gas company thinking it is a gas leak. After speaking with the nice customer service lady who swears up and down that it is not a gas leak. (now, I know that gas smells like rotten eggs) You are still not satisfied in what she is saying to you, that you call 9-1-1 for the fire department, who come with sirens a blazing into your new neighborhood and walk into your house and come out laughing to tell you that it is not gas and that it smells like paint. You proceed to tell them that is THERE IS NO REASON for your house to smell like paint and all they can do is shrug their shoulders while laughing at you and tell you again that it is not gas.

You then call your MIL who was your realtor who then calls the termite guy who was supposed to come to your house to clear the pest report to find out if he came over. You then find out the next morning that it was the termite guy who sprayed some sort of spray that does indeed smell like paint.

I guess this is why I pay taxes for freaks like me to bother the fire deparment.