It all started with a poem for a school project the 13 year old wrote:
Continue reading “They’re Poets and They Know Its”
Tag humor
Hindsight is…
So it was a good Christmas and New Year, but busy. Back and forth to the Rio Grande Valley before and after Christmas, house guests for the holiday itself, some sick kids who got better before too much vacation got eaten up by it, a trip to Mexico, a dog who somehow ripped an entire back claw off (he’s fine after a $200+ vet visit, the asshole), and starting on the brick patio install.
Continue reading “Hindsight is…”
It’s beginning to look a lot like…
…the busy season! And toss a couple of birthdays in the mix too, while we’re at it! So real quick blast through this today:
Continue reading “It’s beginning to look a lot like…”
Crafts and Mexico Visit and the Garden in December
Okay, where to start. Maybe Thanksgiving makes sense.
We went out of town for Thanksgiving, which was fun- but a definite high point was getting to go to Mexico for an afternoon with my husband and his brother and my sister in law. (brother and sister in law? Husband’s brother and wife? How to freaking write that out correctly… feel like there is a more succinct way to write that but it escapes me.)
Continue reading “Crafts and Mexico Visit and the Garden in December”
Keepsake Bundt Cake Uptake Outbreak
(Also words that rhyme w/ bundt cake that I wish I had worked into the title somehow: pepper steak, milk snake, earthquake, daybreak and disc break.)
Continue reading “Keepsake Bundt Cake Uptake Outbreak”
The Texas Garden in November, Mostly Citrus Edition
Happy to report there have been no more dead possum incidents, though the dog has started digging in the garden… so couple solid weeks of “that’s a bad dog” around here.
Continue reading “The Texas Garden in November, Mostly Citrus Edition”
When Life Gives You Lemons…
…you make lemonade.
Got the perfect picture for this one actually- look at my two Meyer’s lemons!
Now, when life gives you explosive 90lb dog diarrhea at 6 am all over the kitchen… the best you can do is say that at least the rest of the day has to all be up from there. Be an optimist about it- yeah!
But the next morning, when you find the dog who got left outside overnight due to not wanting to repeat the explosive diarrhea in kitchen incident killed a possum and judging by how wet it is spent the entire night licking it?
I screamed. A couple of times.
Well in that instance, the only thing you make is the beginnings of a heart attack.
So that was fun. Let’s never do it again.
the something garden 