Horticulture Anyone?

Who needs a gym membership or to go to hot yoga when you have a toddler to chase after or a big backyard to mow? Aaron was looking out my bedroom window and I was getting after him to not pull our curtains towels down which is ghetto but it’s in the back of the house so no one sees them but us. (When we first moved into our old place we spent $100’s of dollars on window treatments only to move 10 months later and not have them fit) My neighbour asked if he wanted to go play in her backyard with her kids.

I gladly accepted. It was a good opportunity to mow the entire back yard and front yard. And did I sweat. I am not talking about a few inches of grass but at least half a foot. Mowing the lawn is typically Eric’s job, but seeing how he is not here, it falls on me.

I didn’t stop at mowing the lawn; I broke out the hedge clippers and went to town on my front yard. My ward looked like a jungle before I went to town. Now it just looks unkept.

We are renters and our house is a POS, but in a good neighbourhood. Our land lady has let the place go, and there haven’t been any upgrades to the house since it was built some time in the 1950’s. We live here because the rent is a steal, and it was the first viable option when we needed to get out of our old place lickety split.

Typically, I don’t care about a rental as I would if I owned, but I am sick of the curb appeal or lack there of and I want our place to just fit in with the rest of the houses on our street. So I’ve slowly, been trying to get the place looking decent. I haven’t done yard work in my adolescent or adult life! Clearly, horticulture isn’t not my forte I just snip what looks gangly, I don’t take a few snips then stand back check/admire my work as one does when they decorate a Christmas tree. Which I only started doing this two Christmases ago (What do expect from a girl who was raised by a man?) when Eric pointed out that I decorated the tree in clumps and I needed to stand back and check my decorating as his mom taught him. Who knew Christmas trees didn’t just come out looking good when so much thought and care was put into the decorations?

I don’t know the point of this post, but my toddler is in bed which means I can wash away the grim from a day of travelling and yard work and go to bed myself.

I am zonked. I just got back to my dad`s after writing 3 hours worth of assessments I needed to complete in order to apply for a program I want to take.

I was going to write the simple things I miss in life that I used to take for granted, but I don`t have the drive or the energy.

I want to talk about my plans to go into nursing which includes about a year of upgrading and an even longer wait list.

I wanted to blog about dating and what I observed about one of my friends.

But I am going to bed.

Head over to Whoorl and take at stab at her soon to be daughters name. Or go see S.I.F. as she blogs daily about her quest to motherhood. You won`t be disappointed.

I bid you adieu.

I may or may not have straddled something.

I had an eventful Saturday night. When you get five girls getting ready and drinking you usually get good times. Good times were had by all. Myself and four of my BFF's headed out for a night on the town to a local gay bar.

This was a first for all of us. I initially suggested it as some of my friends are not comfortable in night clubs. These particular friends’ declared that they liked this particular club and would be going back. We all hate it when we go out for a night of dancing and you get squished on the dance floor and strange men feel it’s okay to start rubbing up on us. So not cool.

I remember when I turned 19 and lived at my favourite bar three nights a week I actually screamed at a guy for trying to dance with me when I gave no indication whatsoever that I was interested in dancing. I wasn't going out to get hammered three times a week, I was 19 and discovered a bar I liked and that I liked to dance. Especially line dancing. My best friend at the time had just moved here for school and I got her into it. We worked the same job that summer the same shift 2pm-10am perfect for bar stars such as ourselves. And we had a blast that summer.

I am happy to report the none of us got mauled on the dance floor. Two of my friends got nods from other women. We are trying to decipher these nods. If a) people assumed they were a couple or b) they were showing an interest in my friends? I don't know proper etiquette of a gay night club but I was drunk and the music was good so I danced with my girls and has a good time. I also managed to be hit on by one of the few straight guys in the club and had a drink bought for me by said guy.

Maybe the straight guys are catching on to our little secret.

So I did say that there may or may not have been some straddling on my part. What happens when five drunks girls get off at the wrong Skytrain stop? They walk longer than they have to and pause for random photo ops.



We were walking by an Armory and a friend and I decided to climb up on a cannon and for the photo op, It's a horrible pic which is the only reason I am posting it.

First Kiss

Aaron had his first kiss from a girl today. A girl twice his age. We went to the pool tonight and as we were leaving and walking down the steps I was holding his hand and we were walking at at Aaron's pace and a little girl who had been the pool came right up to him and kissed him the forehead. It was too cute. The she proudly went up to what I assume was her older sister or baby sitter and said "I kissed the baby."

Of course Aaron was oblivious to the whole thing. I didn't have the heart to tell him that when he's at an age where he wants to kiss girls, that most are so foward. And he got lucky tonight.

For Your Viewing Pleasure

This is my niece sleeping in her car seat last weekend.

Did You Know....

Aaron, the cat and I are over at my dad's this week. We'll be staying for a week or so. This trip was planned prior to things going down with Eric and I. I've been immersing myself in activities with my girls and taking advantage of the free baby sitting. I just gotta say it feels great! Tonight we went to the mall and grabbed a bite to eat. Tomorrow we may or may not be hitting a gay night club.

Two of my girls are with the times and have iPhones. As much as I have been resisting the iPhone part of me wants one now based on one app alone. Did you know there is an app for your PERIOD? (Sorry guys) I was blown away as my friend showed me how you put in your date, and it will tell you when you should bleed and for how long, your most fertile days and when you ovulate. It even has a spot to put in if you have been intimate. Which is a great feature for the women on Maury who don't know who their baby daddy is.

I can see it know. Tawanda will be telling her story to Maury and she will say ``But my iPhone said I was ovulating on X date so I just know that Tyrell is the father and not Joey`` And then when the the results are in and Maury looks at Joey ans says `When it comes to the paternity of Baby X, Joey YOU ARE THE FATHER!` Tawanda will go screaming off the stage in tears `But my iPhone said....`

I assume the maker of the app has a disclaimer otherwise I can see them getting sued.

I gotta get me one of them iPhones. Hell even my dad got one. I may be taking over his contract and he may be taking over my cell as he is technically illiterate and him and the iPhone don`t jive to well. Then I will know who my next baby daddy is.

My Perspective

The song The Cowboy in Me by Tim McGraw sums up Eric from my perspective. Just substitute the word cowboy for sailor as that's his occupation. (I am not using sailor in the classic sense. As he has a woman in every port. That isn't the issue.)