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dirt

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Earthy, muddy, sandy, gritty, worm-laden dirt.

I love it.

Due to our ungodly excitingly long soccer season and the fact that on occasion that we try to have a life outside of our boring busy life, my flower beds have been neglected. I remedied that situation this past weekend.

I was a hoeing ho. A bitch with the pitchfork. Me and my rake, we shaked and baked. (thank you, Ricky Bobby)

Okay, I’m done now. Sorry.

Anyway, this weekend I worked my ass off in my gardens. I weeded, planted, sowed, watered, clipped, trimmed and sweated like I had a glandular problem. I managed to plant three climbing vines: Fuschia, Trumpet vine, and Lady Bank’s Rose as well as some Lantana.

I also sowed the seeds of love with some Bachelor’s Buttons, English Daisies, Poppies, Snapdragons, Hollyhocks, Sweet Williams (much nicer than Mean Williams) and other assorted wildflowers.

I can’t wait until they start blooming. Hopefully soon I can brag about show you some lovely pictures of the fruit of my labor.

dirt

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Earthy, muddy, sandy, gritty, worm-laden dirt.

I love it.

Due to our ungodly excitingly long soccer season and the fact that on occasion that we try to have a life outside of our boring busy life, my flower beds have been neglected. I remedied that situation this past weekend.

I was a hoeing ho. A bitch with the pitchfork. Me and my rake, we shaked and baked. (thank you, Ricky Bobby)

Okay, I’m done now. Sorry.

Anyway, this weekend I worked my ass off in my gardens. I weeded, planted, sowed, watered, clipped, trimmed and sweated like I had a glandular problem. I managed to plant three climbing vines: Fuschia, Trumpet vine, and Lady Bank’s Rose as well as some Lantana.

I also sowed the seeds of love with some Bachelor’s Buttons, English Daisies, Poppies, Snapdragons, Hollyhocks, Sweet Williams (much nicer than Mean Williams) and other assorted wildflowers.

I can’t wait until they start blooming. Hopefully soon I can brag about show you some lovely pictures of the fruit of my labor.

damn i’m tired

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Now I remember why I don’t clean on a regular basis–that’s some tiring shit.

Sad thing is, I’m only partly done. Dammit.

But my bedroom looks great if you don’t look in the closet. And my kitchen, dining room and office area are mostly spotless. But my living room is still a mess and I haven’t touched the boys’ rooms yet– Oh well. I did get a good start on things today. And I got to have beer. At noon. On a Wednesday.

Maybe Fishdog will finish it up for me this weekend. Wonder if I can get him to wear the French Maid outfit?

damn i’m tired

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Now I remember why I don’t clean on a regular basis–that’s some tiring shit.

Sad thing is, I’m only partly done. Dammit.

But my bedroom looks great if you don’t look in the closet. And my kitchen, dining room and office area are mostly spotless. But my living room is still a mess and I haven’t touched the boys’ rooms yet– Oh well. I did get a good start on things today. And I got to have beer. At noon. On a Wednesday.

Maybe Fishdog will finish it up for me this weekend. Wonder if I can get him to wear the French Maid outfit?

spring cleaning

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Today, Mel-O-Drama becomes Mel-O-Maid. Like my outfit?


It’s very rare that I get sick of the house. Seriously, as I explained before, I can ignore just about everything. Dishes in the sink, clothes on the floor, hairballs the size of goats…you name it, I’ve ignored it.

But, once or twice a year, the cleaning bug hits me. And today, I’m feverish with the need to clean. So, I’ve taken off work so I can whip the house into shape. It really is a 2-3 day job, but I’ll do what I can.

I have made myself a list (list making is also WAY out of character for me) and I am tackling that list one room at a time. When I complete a room, I will sit down for an hour and write (or write until my creativity dries up) and then I will clean another room.

One thing I’m really looking forward to is my beer. That’s right, I have beer to get me through the day. Haha. I get to drink beer while you sad little people have to wait until tonight. There’s a good chance I might be teetering by the time you actually get home to pop open your first bottle. Let me say it again, Haha. Yeah, I’m rubbing it in, it’s what I do.

I’m getting back to cleaning my dining room. My new BFF, Dyson, is providing fantastic company. He was worth every penny I dished out for him. I should pay for my friends more often…

spring cleaning

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Today, Mel-O-Drama becomes Mel-O-Maid. Like my outfit?


It’s very rare that I get sick of the house. Seriously, as I explained before, I can ignore just about everything. Dishes in the sink, clothes on the floor, hairballs the size of goats…you name it, I’ve ignored it.

But, once or twice a year, the cleaning bug hits me. And today, I’m feverish with the need to clean. So, I’ve taken off work so I can whip the house into shape. It really is a 2-3 day job, but I’ll do what I can.

I have made myself a list (list making is also WAY out of character for me) and I am tackling that list one room at a time. When I complete a room, I will sit down for an hour and write (or write until my creativity dries up) and then I will clean another room.

One thing I’m really looking forward to is my beer. That’s right, I have beer to get me through the day. Haha. I get to drink beer while you sad little people have to wait until tonight. There’s a good chance I might be teetering by the time you actually get home to pop open your first bottle. Let me say it again, Haha. Yeah, I’m rubbing it in, it’s what I do.

I’m getting back to cleaning my dining room. My new BFF, Dyson, is providing fantastic company. He was worth every penny I dished out for him. I should pay for my friends more often…