Growing…

1 07 2011





Before and After

17 08 2010

Three weeks before my wedding, which was to be held at our home, Jason and I toured the three acres and decided where to have our ceremony.

Three weeks of yard work in the high desert is hardly enough to make a space presentable.  Especially on a “we need need to finish rebuilding our house after accidentally gutting it and put in new windows and a new roof” budget.

But it was my wedding.

So with the help of my soon-to-be sister-in-law and soon-to-be aunt-in-law, I got to work.

I didn’t work any miracles, but I did make a dent in the dry, weedy chaos of the front yard.  I didn’t take nearly as many “before” pictures, but here are a few comparison shots:

So that covers the yard work.  I guess the wedding comes next…





This and That

5 08 2010

In 8 days, I’m getting married.  At my house.  Which is under construction.

If that doesn’t excuse me from frequent blog posts, I don’t know what will.

I spent the first month of summer vacation pretty much refusing to do anything remotely productive, and I really don’t regret that time.  But when I got back from Costa Rica, I entered blind-panic-frantic-help-me-one-hundred-people-are-descending-on-my-house-in-a-month mode.  What a rush.

I’ve been attempting to bring my yard back from the brink of death.  The results?  My back is peeling from a blistered sunburn, my arms are scratched, my feet are black from gardening in Crocs, my hands are blistered, my nails are torn and cracked, and my back is so sore I can’t stand up.  Oh, yeah, and my yard has reached a mediocre, could-be-worse state that is simply going to have to do.

And then I got a speeding ticket.

Jason told my mom over the phone.  “Jill got a speeding ticket,” he said.  “Jill did?” my mom asked, stunned.  The thing is, I never really go over the speed limit.  But I was trying to pass some guy before the end of the passing lane, he kept speeding up – and over the crest of the hill we were reaching came an entire convoy of police returning from a conference.

Okay, so tough break.

The fact is, it’s still summer vacation.

So let’s just…

My soon-to-be aunt and I enjoy the boat after a long day of chores and hard work.

Sometimes, you just have to let it go.





The Bachelorette Party: Didi Returns

25 07 2010

Phil was coming to help me weed my three acres, and I was excited.

If you feel anything like I do about weeding, you might wonder why I was excited.  But as I mentioned in a previous post, Phil has a certain kind of Easter-Bunny-for-Grown-Ups kind of magic.  Something interesting was bound to happen.

We started off early Sunday morning.  Granted, we began our weeding extravaganza with a trip to the gas station for supplies and some strong mimosas, but it progressed well.

Here we are with good intentions:

And good intentions we did have.

But by 10am, we were doing this:

And at noon, after a good two hours of dancing, we needed more supplies.  For “weeding the yard.”  So off we went…

This fine employee was hesitant to participate in our shopping trip photo op, but agreed on the basis that it was a "bachelorette party."

Didi has a way of turning up in the strangest places.

Watch out, kiddies, you might get more than a ball to play with!

Or do we want a beer with a little less head?

This lady said, "Oh, I used to do that!" Walk around with a spare head? Really? This was someone we wanted to know!

Beer, wine coolers, and Didi

Beer, $7.99; Wine Coolers, $3.89; Didi, PRICELESS

So, already our day was turning out to be pretty awesome.

But it got better.

Phil made some calls.

By 3:30, we were doing this:

Me and my proud future aunt-in-law

By about 5:00, we were here:

And went on to do this:

I have to admit, it’s not at all what I expected when Phil came to help me weed my yard, but then, I never do know what to expect when Phil comes to town.

I just know it’s gonna be good.








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