Tuesday, August 23, 2011


This week is weed-mania; the legal sort.  Although, in my opinion I wish yard weeds were actually illegal.  Meaning: government, take care of my weeds.  Ha!  Yeah right.

My yard has become what an abandoned field looks like after rainy mornings followed by blaringly bright and sunny afternoons.  My yard, to an old retired person who meticulously cares for their property, is hell.  Seriously, it's gone from bad to worse.  Last night, however, that all changed.

Strapping on my railroad bibs, which are horrendously unflattering to my naturally sexy body (as if!), I set out to conquer and reclaim the land behind my abode.  After almost two hours of sweat, mosquito bites and dirt flinging, I'd say I'm about 70% done.  And at that point the last thing I felt like doing was bagging up all my weedy carcasses.  So I left them till today, when I'd return to tackle more.  Only, it has rained all, day, long.  Awesome.

Way to go, me!  I left my yard with about 7 or so piles of yard waste, broken lights left by the former tenant, an old Christmas tree left by the landlord the Christmas before last, a water-killed and warped/broken wooden kitchen chair, and...need I go on?  All in all, my backyard was left looking like a small tornado had passed through.  That was all find and dandy, when I thought I'd be picking it up tonight.  Fat chance that's going to go as planned! 

I still feel a small bit of pride welling in my inner-most being.  A sense of happiness instead of shame when thinking about my yard.  I realize that I feel more comfortable leaving my house without makeup and looking absolutely dreadful than I do with the thought of other's seeing my weed-infested yard! 

Thursday, August 11, 2011

Still Not Dead

Back to the blog and life still goes on...

What do I mean by that?  Well, for starters, I woke up yesterday morning to a flat tire and the inevitable fact that I was going to be late to work.  Grrreat.  That's awesome.  So, I get ready, go outside and investigate my once inflated rubber wheel.  Sliced.  My tire was slashed.  Are you joking me right now?

Why am I not on TV? 

Why isn't my life a reality show? 

Like I always say; 'Someone is missing out on making a LOT of money off of my life.'  I know I am!  Missing out on making money, that is! 

So, little old me - broke as all get out - gets her tire slashed.  Glad I have less than NO money to get that fixed. 

In the end, facebook and my sister saved me, and friends and family jumped it to rescue.  Today I have a new (used) tire and am back in action.  Now, if only some rich person felt the urge to give me a large lump sum of cash... that would be fabulous.

Monday, August 8, 2011

Not Dead

I'm alive.  I'm alive and writing.

I'm attempting Camp Nanowrimo this month.  That should say it all.

I'm also reading another Jan Lancaster book:  "Bright Lights; Big Ass".

Oh, also, I'm working about 60 hours this week.

Sound fun yet?

*raises glass....er....AMP can*  CHEERS!