The State of My Address

In the last few weeks the Hunny has had to fix a lot of stuff around here.

The clothes dryer.
The dishwasher.
and now the water purifier.

He is a good sport about it. I would be irritated if I had a never ending "honey do" list.  Wait a minute I do have a never ending list!


He doesn't complain about this.

Even when he can hardly get through the "utility room" which is a fancy way to have a whole room to catch junk.

You know the place where you put things, "FOR NOW." Famous last words that we need to just eliminate from our vocabulary. "For now"--that should be household cuss word.

Needless to say this mess has been tackled. Just forget about the picture and take my word for it.

I'm tired now. I don't give a flip about taking a picture.

Now for the outside.

Something nasty in the leaves.


Hateful nasty bugs and creepy crawlies that ruin my garden.

I hate them. I don't even know what in the sam hill these dastardly devils are! But they are yukky that is for sure. It's a dad gum plague for the pecan tree.


Same story for all my trees every one of them has some kind of bug infestation. Each one has it's own variety.

I hate them this much.

It's time for chemical warfare.

Sometimes my organic ideals go out the window.

My organic ideals go out the window when I go outside and it is 94 degrees outside and 97% humidity--with long pants on, and shoes and socks. The clothes are to protect me from being a bug fest picnic.

I do not like being eaten alive one nasty bite at a time.

The dastardly devils crawled up my pant legs and bit me. I kid you not. I hopped into my Grand Ma car and went straight to Wally Mart. I bought 3 bags of this kill everything crap. I am the back yard Rambo right now!

After all---

this is for us-- not them.

All of this is really not to promote the good health of fire ants.

And this

a spot like this would just calm down my soul;
except for the second I stop to admire it, I get bit again!!


Murderous mudderings to the insect world--die you devils die.

Laughs like Renfield while twisting hands in glee.

On a calmer note.

I have done a lot of work in this not so impressive corner.

It doesn't look like much now but it will.

It is weeded of several buckets of briars.

We added 5 lavender azalea bushes. There are seeds up here too. It's my shady "naturalized area" and it will be very pretty come summer.

This is part of the shady area. A baby dogwood tree and some new hydrangeas. I love baby trees, this little one is 2 years old now. It was a little slip we got in one of those free tree give away deals.

We had 3 and this one is the only one that lived, but Dogwoods are touchy. I am pretty proud we have one healthy survivor.

These little hydrangeas are slap happy bloomin their heads off. The bugs don't know they are there yet.

My healthy tomato plants and some peppers and plants to eat.
Back off bugs!!

Mine mine!!

Another view of the garden and it's little guardian angel. Poor little thing has no idea how totally outnumbered she is.

The side yard, herbies, strawberries, cucumbers and etc.....bugs.

Love fresh basil.

Love strawberries.

What the heck eats one bite out of every strawberry?


Photos can fool you. It looks like paradise and it's a bug fest.

Gah look at the dead heading I need to do!

We just walked around and the weeds are thick as thieves. Spring is just endless work.

I haven't been blogging much, because of all this work. If I'm not working then I'm swimming.

If I'm not swimming its something with the teenager, or the cats, or the husband. In other words there is always something going on around here.

Oh yeah, and I almost forgot the medication induced dementia. Occasionally I really do try to use something correctly for a beneficial effect. In plain language, I get desperate enough to follow doctors orders. Pain is a good motivator. I have been using Lyrica and getting nuttier and nuttier. That's my story and I'm stickin to it. I'm crazy enough without any additional assistance. Remember it's a short walk and not a drive. This med had me so wacky I couldn't do anything.  The last straw was setting down the garden hose and leaving it to run. Just forgot what I was doing. I could hardly talk that is SERIOUS.  MY tongue would get tangled up and sound kind of like somebody with a speach impediment, or a drunk.  I'm weaning off and feeling better mentally that's my story and I'm stickin to it  but pain is going to be an issue. Oh well. Me and Dora, we got a plan; just keep on swimmin.

And take a vacation. I am taking a real vacation. I am going completely off the grid.

No Lyrica.

No cell phone.

No intranet.

No e-mail.

No blogging.

For reals.

If the universe doesn't implode I'll be back in the middle of June with a gazillion words and pitchas. It has been about 8 years since I really got to visit with my daughter and her two youngest children. I am praying there won't be any big upheavals with all the different factions. Seems everyone cannot get along at once but that's the case in a lot of families. Seems that might be the new American way.

Tomorrow I try and get done some of what's left out here but I'm not going to kill myself to do it. One more swim in my beloved pool and then; sing it with me!

"I'm leavin on a jet plane, don't know when I'll be back again," But ohhhh baby I LOVE to go!!
Don't forget me I'll be back!