Good ole dirt under the nails...

Full speed ahead to spring my friends. Or at least it better be. Our great state of states has never received snow in June, July or August (according to Chris Schaffer), praise be... I like everyone else on my street decided this was the weekend to plant our fannies off (note to self: get one of these classy yard signs). I warned my hubby the task of purchasing all these annuals can not be taken lightly. I've learned if you don't warn about the possible time commitment it doesn't take long for the toe tapping to start. He agreed to the challenge, so we loaded up the fam in the 3 and our pilgrimage began. We made it out of the greenhouse just shy of 200 George Washington's-an expectation I maybe also should have set-considering I usually operate under the "don't ask-don't tell" shopping guideline. Enough flowers for two window boxes, four big pots and one little container. My math was almost perfect. My vision will hopefully be just as great (I'll post more pictures once things really start to bloom). At any rate we were in and out in record time and no one got hurt... One minor set back... We forgot in all flower shopping spree flurry to account for the hatch back square footage required to get Miss Kato home (hence the photo above). No big whoop, we didn't make Jerrid (did you really think I would make Miss Kato?) walk home, rather I just invited the 78lb (her diet isn't working) hound to ride on my lap. She of course gleefully accepted.

According to this great tree in my front yard-spring has finally sprung!

Spring back this way tomorrow for a look behind the scenes on our monthly girls night in.

Fire in the hole!!!

B-O-M-B-E-D out! This is what our entire (you must know by now I exaggerate just a teeny bit) front lawn looks like. It is so depressing to look out and see how green and lush the other yards in the hood are. And then take a gander at the B cup's yard. Brown and dead, period. The only spots that have managed to bounce back from the long, hard winter are infested tufts of crab grass. See Miss Kato pees fire, always has and probably always will, 'nuf said? Each spring we crawl out of hibernation and contemplate if it might not be easier to just move and start over (so our generation, isn't it?). This year was just a little different because we had a little extra man power, if ya know what I mean. See the youngest from my hubby's clan has been hangin' round and so we put his young back to work (thanks Dano!). Check out Three's Company (loved that show) 34b cup style here. The process began for the boys at 10am tilling up the crusty earth and weeding out the dead (I was having a bloody mary and sharing nachos with MOM-as I should be). The next step was to fill all the gaping holes with rich, black soil and fold in mass quantities of gypsum (per Marla, the master gardener at Dundee) and YES the b cups were sweatin' too (seriously). Step three and four blend in grass seed and mist with fresh H2O to begin the germination process (not sure why we bothered b/c at this point it started to snow-WTF?!?). Last but not least cover the entire yard with the pellet-like-coating of good ole gypsum (again). Start to finish time 8:23:15. No wonder I was a little punchy during the filming of this clip with the fertilizer spreader.

Speaking of spreadin' em, erh, uh, nevermind... KIDDING. Seriously, tomorrow we're gonna talk about life as Mr. and Mrs. Roper. TTFN!