Hey! What's happening in our backyard?!
Originally written 4/8/15
I sweat easily. And a lot.
At A&M I would be so hot and sweaty by the time I got to class in Harrington, I would have to pretend like I was finishing up notes or looking for something in my backpack at the end of class while I waited for most people to leave because I knew that when I got out of that black, plastic chair, I was going to see my sweaty butt outline on the seat and the outline of my back on the backrest.
We've now entered the phase of Spring I call, "Gosh, I'm hot" which is this constant state of me feeling too warm, lasting from mid April until I am used to it in June. I'm shinier, my hair is crazier, and I am constantly checking the temperature of the house wondering why how I feel doesn't match the number on the thermostat.
I got my hair blown out last night by my new favorite stylist, Sarah. She really understood my needs and took in to account humidity using just the right amount of product. Boss. My hair was so light, I felt like I got a hair cut instead of a blowout.
I wanted to use this as an excuse not to work out after school today, but after eating a few (too many) pieces of candy from our school's bottomless candy bucket (yes, it exists) I had no excuse.
I really hated the idea of getting my perfect hair sweaty and gross and then I thought of something! There just happened to be a sweatband in my bag that we used last week as a prop for a photo idea I had for STAAR testing (yes, that happened).
I got my hair blown out last night by my new favorite stylist, Sarah. She really understood my needs and took in to account humidity using just the right amount of product. Boss. My hair was so light, I felt like I got a hair cut instead of a blowout.
I wanted to use this as an excuse not to work out after school today, but after eating a few (too many) pieces of candy from our school's bottomless candy bucket (yes, it exists) I had no excuse.
I really hated the idea of getting my perfect hair sweaty and gross and then I thought of something! There just happened to be a sweatband in my bag that we used last week as a prop for a photo idea I had for STAAR testing (yes, that happened).
I walked into the bathroom at the gym and tried on the sweatband.
Oh man.
I am so not cool enough to pull it off.
I hurried upstairs, eyes down, to the cardio machines and took care of business. Take that elliptical! Say what you will, but it kind of worked! My hair was not as sweaty as it normally is, and I could wring the sweatband out when I took it off.
Gross!
Use of sweat headband = 20 years added to my numerical age.
Let's add more numbers to V's age.
He sends me this picture at school today:
After the bird bell incident, we bought a bird feeder that was supposed to keep squirrels out. Before we bought it, I was looking at the box and reading about the newest anti-squirrel technology the feeder possessed. Alex was trying to get it out of my hands so he could gently throw it down in the back of the cart. I told him to hold on and that I thought the squirrels would be smart enough to figure out how to get the food. He gave me the most put out look and pointed to the symbol on the box that looked like this:
He said, "See? No squirrels, Mom."
I hurried upstairs, eyes down, to the cardio machines and took care of business. Take that elliptical! Say what you will, but it kind of worked! My hair was not as sweaty as it normally is, and I could wring the sweatband out when I took it off.
Gross!
Use of sweat headband = 20 years added to my numerical age.
Let's add more numbers to V's age.
He sends me this picture at school today:
After the bird bell incident, we bought a bird feeder that was supposed to keep squirrels out. Before we bought it, I was looking at the box and reading about the newest anti-squirrel technology the feeder possessed. Alex was trying to get it out of my hands so he could gently throw it down in the back of the cart. I told him to hold on and that I thought the squirrels would be smart enough to figure out how to get the food. He gave me the most put out look and pointed to the symbol on the box that looked like this:
He said, "See? No squirrels, Mom."
Well played, bird feeder company. Genius marketing.
After the squirrel had clearly figured out how to get the food, V moved the hook further out on a branch and re-hung the feeder.
When I got home from the gym, this is what I saw:
Clearly undeterred.
Squirrels: 2 Human: 0
With such exciting events happening in our lives right now with me and my sweatiness and V and his yard watching, we are cumulatively 1000 years old.
Since we have spent a lot of time observing our yard lately, I'd like to now bore you more with a segment I call, "Hey! What's happening in our backyard?!"
1. Roses! Lindsey told us roses were hard to kill and she is right! If we can keep them alive (so far), anyone can! Since we didn't go to Arizona over spring break, we spent what we would have on about a dozen rose bushes. Was this necessary? Look at this and you tell me...
After the squirrel had clearly figured out how to get the food, V moved the hook further out on a branch and re-hung the feeder.
When I got home from the gym, this is what I saw:
Squirrels: 2 Human: 0
With such exciting events happening in our lives right now with me and my sweatiness and V and his yard watching, we are cumulatively 1000 years old.
Since we have spent a lot of time observing our yard lately, I'd like to now bore you more with a segment I call, "Hey! What's happening in our backyard?!"
1. Roses! Lindsey told us roses were hard to kill and she is right! If we can keep them alive (so far), anyone can! Since we didn't go to Arizona over spring break, we spent what we would have on about a dozen rose bushes. Was this necessary? Look at this and you tell me...
2. Garden! We are attempting to grow food again. We have been mostly unsuccessful at this in the past and would definitely have starved to death as subsistence farmers. So far so good, but it looks like this every year at this time. Fingers crossed.
3. Our new friend! I've warned V he needs a plan A, B, C, D and E to keep the squirrels out of the peach tree when it starts bearing fruit. Yes, that's a euphemism.
So I think it's pretty clear, there's a lot happening in our backyard right now. We would know because we walk around and look at the whole yard before going inside every day after school/work.
Excuse me, it's 4:30 P.M. I have to go eat dinner.
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