Sunday, May 23, 2010

No new blog posts in all this time, surely this will be good...

And you will soon find yourselves vastly disappointed. Alas, I have nary an excuse to explain our absence. We have not been wandering about, nor solving cold fusion. We have not skipped nor run willy nilly. We simply, have not been doing anything remotely interesting whatsoever. Consequently, the blog has been neglected. For you sorry folk that expect more from us, I offer you my regrets, as well as this wee attempt at an update. Most of it will be elaborated upon to such a point of exaggeration, it will only faintly resemble the truth...

Year of the Yard

Year of the Yard
(click here to be directed to a lovely video. No, seriously, go look, cause I spent a fair bit of time making the damn thing only to find out at the end that I couldn't imbed it here.)

Tis the season of home improvements. I have previously discussed my disdain for lawn, or at least what passes by as lawn, as our greenish patch of suburbia is mostly weeds. We've been digging up the property, 300 square feet at a time. At this rate, we'll be done in 2035.

Some of you may be aware of Chris's overwhelming sense of joy when he's given the opportunity to dig more holes in the back yard. He really loves it so. This year has been declared, "Year of the backyard". Very exciting, eh? You can find Chris weeping in a corner of the basement at the dawn of each weekend day.

But the fruit of our labor (get it?, fruit?) is beginning to show. The garden is in, and we've even gone so far as to plant the green beans outside the garden, on the property line fence. Although, it has just now occurred to me that in his contempt, Chris may have actually mown any rate, next year will most likely bring a new expansion to the garden (ie, less grass to mow).

We've also installed a shade garden in a previously shady muddy area; complete with dog path and a bird feeder. I thought a path would keep the dogs out of the newly planted shrubbery...yea, right. Not a chance.

Has anyone seen Caitlin?

Last I recall, we also had a girl child. I think we referred to her as Caitlin, but it's been so long since we've seen her, I could be mistaken.If she's not at school, she's at band. If she's not at band, she's at choir. If she's not at choir, she's at a friend's house working on a play. If she's not at a friend's house working on a play, she's in her room doing homework. If she's not in her room doing homework, she's at rehearsal with The Kings Players for Sound of Music. If she's not at rehearsal for the Sound of Music, she's on her bike, riding to band.

The thought of it makes me tired. I'm going to take a nap.

We have a new introduction...

Colin declared he wanted a Venus Fly Trap. Ok? I'm not sure where he got the idea, but it was important enough for him to keep asking, and to spend his own allowance for it. Now, I'm not sure how much you all know about these carnivorous plants - but they really are quite odd. Apparently, they're native to the Carolina's, and developed their dietary peculiarity out of necessity due to poor soil nutrients. Evolution is a curious thing. Having this little plant has also caused another entertaining side effect: Caitlin is afraid of Venus Fly Traps. Apparently, their little open "mouths" really freak her out. Cool!

So the bugs, thankfully, haven't really found their way to the kitchen windowsill. So I sent The
Boy out bug hunting today, to feed his plant. Outwitted numerous times by the creepy crawlies, he finally squooshed an ant just enough to put it in an awaiting open mouth. The Plant closed right up, and began it's 10 day digestion of said insect. So we left The Plant outside for a bit, and lo and behold, most of it's mouths are now happily absorbing a plethora of unfortunate critters.

So The Plant needs a name - see the side poll and vote!