Monday, September 11, 2006
raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens
Well, the worst has happened. I am in full-on nesting mode. I've been planning and plotting all along about how I'm going to decorate Lawrence's house when I move in, (I say decorate rather than RE-decorate because his house is completely bland and beige. Sad but true.) and I've given a little thought to his landscaping. He lives in suburbia, and all his neighbors have landscaped yards, but he just has weeds. Well, last night we invited a girl from church over for ice cream, and we got to talking about his yard and it turns out she is hardcore into yard work. She knows all about what plants to use for what sunlight and stuff like that. Stuff that I have no knowledge on what-so-ever. But she was talking, and it got me all excited about landscaping. I spent all my lunchbreak looking up information on the internet about plants and trees. I got so engrossed that I looked at my watch and realized that I was ten minutes late and I hadn't even left my house yet. We're thinking about planting some kind of tree in the front and putting up a trellis against the wall along the walkway for some kind of vine. I'm thinking morning glories and sweet peas. Also, Lawrence wants to plant flowers to attract butterflies, which I think we would put in a raised bed under the bay windows in front. I'm so excited, I want to start today, but I know this isn't really the right time to start planting things. Grrr. Isn't this bizarre and weird? I guess the second I get the whiff of a place to call my own, my cancerness kicks in full force. Who woulda thunk?
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I get that way sometimes too...but usually it's either in the height of summer when it's too hot to go outside or in the dead of winter when it's too early to plant. C'est la vie.
Weren't you the little girl who made full-sized house plans out of dead leaves? I evince no surprise by anything in this post. :)
PS If you ever find yourself in a position of having far too much free time and boredom...you should really purchase a copy of The Sims 2. I shudder to think of the enjoyment you would derive from it.
My mom does landscaping, so if you want someone to talk things over with, she'll (probably) be glad to chit chat. She's got a degree in it and everything (landscaping, not chit chatting). She's also really into HGTV and This Old House and all that home decor stuff. They recently painted one of their rooms to make the walls look like leather.
Shemsi's mom only minored in chit-chatting.
WOWZA!! Slow that train down, sweetheart!! First, make sure you have that 2k diamond sprouting from your left ring finger. Then, make sure he is fully vested in the relationship by pulling up random facts about him from yearbooks, the internet, exgirlfriends,etc and quizzing him relentlessly. Also, analyze his investment portfolio, his medical history, his family tree, and his life line. Call your psychic friends at the "network" and make informed decisions about your future with him. Then, and only then, commit to doing his yardwork and decorating his home.
Yeah, this is why I signed up for match.com.
kiera: that's just because you're contrary. You know you are, this should come as no surprise. And why does surprise have an unnecesary r in it? I need answers, smack-dammit!
josh: Yeah, shutup. And I've thought about buying one of the Sims, but then I realized that some things you don't have to try to know you should stay away from them. Like, I might really like crystal meth, so I'm not even gonna try it. Exact same thing with Sims.
shemsi: You can get a degree in landscaping? What the hell is the educational system coming to? And I totally want to do that leather thing in Lawrence's kitchen!
Andy: Sadly, I believe you.
Iheart: Well, I thought he was a really great guy 12 years ago when I met him and he was still married, and he wasn't even a prospect then, as I had already given up married men by that point. Sure, he hasn't planted a rock on my finger, and I haven't ran his credit, but he takes me to all kinds of expensive cultural events and resturaunts. Plus he gives me lots of money to cover my bills, which I think makes him a keeper! And I did something even better than call the psychic network. I cleared him with my friends. They always hate the guys I date, and see the warning signs of him being an ass, WAY before I do, (ever one of them called the Jared thing WAY before I saw it coming.) so the fact that they all think he's super nice and a great (if slightly annoying) guy speaks to me way more than Madame Cleo. Oh how I miss Madame Cleo. *sigh*
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