I opted to not carve any pumpkins. I was waiting due to the heat aspect. Rotten pumpkins are gross. We were informed that we won't get any trick or treaters but yet there are all ready smashed pumpkins everywhere. I'm not carving a pumpkin just so some jerk faced punk kid can smash it. No way. We are considering going to the movies tonight since we partied the night away last weekend and don't want to support pumpkin smashers. We have also been invited out to happy hour with Mr. F's mom and her BFF. I like that option best. Not so much due to happy hour but because I can wear my BAD ASS flapper girl costume again. The day I was supposed to get pumpkins turned out to be the day I threw my headachy why did I stay up so late will I never grow up back into finishing the planting in the backyard. It's looking splendid. Well... it's looking like a construction site that has little walls and flowering plants. We have the vision though so all we can see is the extended walk and the grass that isn't grass but you'd never ever know unless we told you. I'm sorry, have I told you about this yet? Maybe not. We were thinking grass but since we are in the desert grass really doesn't fare that well. We have seen the neighbors grass (or what they are calling grass) and it's pitiful. We don't want to be pitiful. We want to stay the coolest people on the planet. Maybe not as cool as Mr. Cool but pretty damn close. So we are getting that artificial grass that looks and feels real. I even took off my shoes and walked around on it and I'm not kidding, it's amazingly real feeling for some synthetic look alike. I guess we can also get a city rebate of some kind just for installing it (helping fellow desert people by conserving water and all that). It can get a little pricey but we only have a little section to do so we're not going to sweat it.
Side Note: We are geniuses. This area has "deep freezes" in the winter. Since we don't want our wonderful plants to die, ever, we have put them into buckets. Those buckets are then given little handles and placed into the larger buckets that are behind the wall and surrounded by rocks. That way, if there is a deep freeze, we simply pull the plants out of the buckets and bring them into the house for the night. WAH LAH BITCHES!
Hello? Is this that hot guy that makes super cool shelves? Oh good. I'm just calling to say hi because unlike other people, I don't have to request anything from you. You just keep building me unique little shelves that keep a smile on my face. They also give me excellent places to put my plants. That produces an even bigger smile. I don't know what my plants would do without you but it wouldn't be half as creative... and that's kind of sad... so thanks a lot maker of shelves. Anyone that keeps a smile on my face with artistic creativity is okay with me. Talk to you soon. Bye. Yeah, that's right, the imagination walls have been breached. After pillaging the women and raping the cows, a newer and better city has been designed and the building will not be stopped. There will be no walls this time. Onward and upward. I come home the other day to Mr. F building a new little shelf with the left over wood. It's something. There is another as well that isn't quite finished. That one is just as unusual and just as rad. This is the start of something truly awesome. The most awesome part of this project is the fact that I get to help choose the location of the finished product and then place things on it! This rules. RULES! Obviously the shelves will hold plants. I'm going to throw out little subtle hints that smaller shelves are needed for atrium so I can yet once again be infected by my orchid illness. THE ATRIUM!!! Oh man! So we went to this plant sale (THANK YOU CL!!!) held at some warehouse type place and got four huge plants for the atrium. Now normally this would have cost at least a couple hundred dollars. The Lady Palm alone is worth quite a bit. How much did we spend? That's right... 35 bucks. We now have beautiful plants in what before was a hollow little place with rocks and dirt for a floor. Right in the middle of the house. What was once vacant and needy is now lush and beautiful! I do believe little shelves are still needed for some orchids though. I might be horrid with orchids and they might die no matter what I do but I have the sickness and I am convinced this can change with a little practice and a super good attitude. I'm not backing down on this one...
So November 1 is Jim's birthday. He's eight (or 56 for all you that's blah in human years types). It's funny because the older he gets, the more I like him. How much does that suck. I often think dogs should be born old and decrepit but our absolute favorite thing on the planet and then die when they are young and cute but pissing all over the carpet and chewing everything they can get their nasty little mouths on. It doesn't work that way though so the James is getting into his oh so distinguished years. I thought this photo appropriate since with age his hunting skills are honed like nothing I have ever seen. And don't you worry, the beetle got it in the end. Happy Birthday to the best dog ever. From looks to behavior, the James has it all.
Oh hey, the biker run. Yeah, we're not going. Ever. We mentioned it to Mr. C and I guess he doesn't go to them because runs attract amateur riders and amateur riders attract accidents. Thank you anyway. I am still knitting but we are going to ride with people that know what they are doing. I am way to high-strung and nervous to go riding about with a bunch of people that could possibly kill me. Over & Out.
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