Another weekend is going by. This one was more productive than some, but it wasn’t long enough. They never really are. *grins*
The first patch of landscaping is done, with a bit of help this morning from Southern Honey. I’m very pleased with the way it turned out, although I’ll probably eventually end up replacing the pansies with something that blooms later in the year (or is perennial, even). To get through the ridiculousness that is the rest of the front of the house, we’re going to borrow a roto-tiller from some friends so I don’t have to spend days on my hands and knees turning the soil and getting rid of all the weeds.
Speaking of my knees, they, along with various other, underworked portions of my anatomy, are rebelling against the weeding/digging/planting action. I’m fairly certain that if they could, they would go on strike and leave me unable to finish things up, the bastards. From about my ribcage down, I feel like I’ve been beaten up for a few days. That is sad and lame — I’m 25 years old, that’s entirely too young to feel decrepit!
My next evil plot for redecoration and renovation is to refinish this shabby old dresser that I’ve had for years. It’s going to get a coat of brown paint, then a coat of an awesome bronze and a new set of drawer pulls. Once it’s done, it will replace the tupperware-type drawers in the guest bedroom to hold towels and sheets since we don’t have a linen closet. The bedroom is approximately the size of a postage stamp, dominated by the queen-sized bed. The dresser will just fit between the bed and the wall, and then I can move the plastic drawers… somewhere. Probably to the storage building, I suspect.
In other news, there really isn’t much other news. We’re back up to two weddings this year, one that Southern Honey is a groomsman in and one that I’m a bridesmaid in. I’m excited about both of them, although I think it’s fair to say that I’m more excited about the one I’m in. One of my friends, who was a bridesmaid in our wedding, is getting married. I didn’t really get to enjoy the process with my girls since we did everything long-distance, so I’m looking forward to getting to be there for her and to going shopping for dresses and all that stuff. It’s exciting.
Dress shopping is scheduled for next weekend. If she’s keeping the dress we discussed earlier, it’s cute and fairly inexpensive, as bridesmaid dresses go (the costs associated with the darned things are absolutely insane sometimes). I just hope it will fit all right without the need for much in the way of alterations. Although if I recall, it’s strapless, so I’ll be investing in a new bra. Bra shopping is a separate form of torture that should be banned under the Geneva Conventions, but I digress. I’ll focus on the dress shopping instead. *grins*
My mom has put in an offer on a different house and will hopefully close next month. It’s on the opposite side of town from us, so she won’t be right across the street. In a lot of ways, that’s going to be good, but I can’t help thinking about how great it would have been to have her so close when we start having munchkins, not so much for babysitting as for moral support. But she’s thrilled with the place she found, so I’m happy for her, even if it does mean having to help her move again (and having move her stuff out of our storage building and across town again).
Last but not least, I love Jamie Oliver. I hope that his attempts to make changes in school lunches here, now that he’s tackled the British system, really do take hold. The stuff that a lot of kids have to eat — the stuff that so many of them *have* to eat because it is, sadly, the only good meal (meals if they have a breakfast option) they’ll have each day — is so thoroughly unhealthy. Change needs to happen.