This morning I woke up at 7 a.m. This is very unlike me as I greatly depend on an ample amount of beauty sleep. 7 a.m. just doesn't cut it. I guess I'll have to wear my sunglasses all day.
I'm in the midst of building a garden bed, and am so excited about it that I couldn't sleep. The bed consists of a multitude of layers. The layers will be transformed into magnificent soil that will be ready to plant in the spring- so that when the world ends and the economy busts, I will at least have greens to eat, and less grass to water.
One of the pivotal ingredients is newspaper, and it seems that no one actually purchases the newspaper these days- me included. I assume that we all read the news via our computer screens- assuming that we, as first world nation, are still reading the news.
So at 7 a.m., this morning, it dawns on me that it is garbage day- which means recycling! I jump out of bed, put on my sweats and take a walk with Dyggs and Frankenstein down the back allay in search of newspaper. I get to the end of the block with one measly press in my hand and there is my neighbor, one that I have yet to formally meet. As she's getting into her car she gives me a odd look. I smile at her, look through her garbage can- nope, no paper, and continue on my journey with Dyggs and Frankenstein in tow.
Hmm. Didd'nt think that one through. Next time I scavenge for supplies I'll make sure to wear my Manolo Blahniks and carry my Louis Vuitton clutch, for the Galli image- if anything.
Thursday, October 2, 2008
Monday, September 29, 2008
I'm proud to be me
Chris's parents headed home yesterday after spending the weekend with us.
I'm wondering just how crazy they really think that we are. It's hard to hold it together for a whole weekend after finally letting loose the last 7 years of attempting 'normalcy' in Utah. I'd consider myself borderline nutty, not enough though, to warrant Chris dropping me off at the big brick institution in Evanston that we pass on our way to Utah- the one that I always beg Chris never to send me to.
Here are some photo's of the Rocky Mountain National Park.
I'm wondering just how crazy they really think that we are. It's hard to hold it together for a whole weekend after finally letting loose the last 7 years of attempting 'normalcy' in Utah. I'd consider myself borderline nutty, not enough though, to warrant Chris dropping me off at the big brick institution in Evanston that we pass on our way to Utah- the one that I always beg Chris never to send me to.
Here are some photo's of the Rocky Mountain National Park.
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