May 31, 2010

Xeriscaping Facelift

When we bought this house it had great potential. Very much a blank canvas that we could dress up in our own way.

One area that was NOT blank though was the area of yard between the sidewalk and street. No, in fact it was over-dressed. This month we tackled it. Here's the before, mid and afters!

Before                                            
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So you can see its this big enormous 12 foot long rosemary bush. We would tell people "you'll see the house, there's a God-awful bush thats taking over in front."






Mid
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Mid-destruction, stumps sticking up all over the place, dirt being moved. It lived in this phase for about two weeks.









After (Now! Today!)
023 Bam! Xeriscaped to perfection!
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Lexi shows off xeriscape

May 28, 2010

Calc - still the bane of my existence

Last night I started contemplating applying to the University of Texas for graduate school. They have a Masters in Public Affairs degree at the LBJ School that intrigues me, especially since it has a nonprofit management concentration. So I'm clicking all over the site, investigating, checking admissions, etc. And then I discover that to be eligible for admission, I must have taken college stats and calc.

I do remember taking stats. I remember because the prof was terrible, so terrible even the TA thought he was terrible. Stats: check.

But I couldn't remember about calc. I really didn't enjoy math, in fact I enjoyed it so little, I couldn't tell you what the other math class I took was.

So I logged on to bu.edu and started searching for my transcript. Oh. My. God. Process from hell! And since I am still paying for this education, it peeved me even more that after all the money my parents and I have given to BU, I couldn't even find record of those very expensive classes! I might have written an accusing email to the Alumni Online Community help desk.

At this point, I tell Ross the situation and announce that if I have to take calc, then grad school just wasn't meant for me. No way I am putting myself through that torture. Do you know what that sweet hubby of mine did? He offered to enroll in calc with me at Austin Community College so I would be eligible for graduate school.

Well, that is exactly what it would take because I hate math. And I would definitely need a cute boy to coax me through it and possibly let me cheat off his exams.

Fortunately for Ross and me, after three emails and a scanned copy of my drivers license being emailed to BU, my alma mater finally granted me access to my own grades and lo-and-behold, I took and passed calc my junior year!

Whew! I love Ross but I am SO glad we won't be bonding over calc textbooks.

May 25, 2010

My Huge Soapbox

This blog post began with a misunderstanding. I'm watching The Biggest Loser which is one of those reality TV indulgences I take advantage of when the hubby is gone. And I saw an ad for a new ABC Family show called "Huge." It appeared to be about a group of overweight teenagers learning to love themselves, despite their weight.

I got all worked up. Then, ready to blog about it, I googled it and discovered it is about a group of overweight teenagers going to weight-loss camp. I'm significantly more behind that.

All those things said, my huge soapbox is still getting written because it's my blog and now I'm all worked up about it.

I think kids, teens, adults, whomever should feel good about themselves. I think life is too short to eat only broccoli. I think people should be judged on their character and abilities, not their appearance. However (you knew one was coming) I also think we should encourage ourselves and those around us to be healthy.

I often hear about programs encouraging kids to love themselves no matter what. I think the intent here is good. I also think that sometimes it goes too far, that kids are encouraged, or think they are encouraged, to accept negativity. A child should never be encouraged to embrace their failing grades or their dangerously obese weight. A child should know they are more than a grade or a weight but should always always always be encouraged to excel to the best of their abilities and to live a healthy life.

When it comes to weight, we often focus on too fat or too skinny. I read a recent article in Redbook that put it best: aim to be pretty healthy. No reason to stress yourself out over having a glass of white wine when red is healthier. It's ok to have that glass of chardonnay. But it's also a good idea to take the stairs, not the elevator.

To overuse a cliche, it's all about moderation and balance. Walking two miles to the ice cream shop. Limiting Starbucks to only once a week instead of every day.

I've kinda gone off on a tangent but what I was trying to say is this: I value living a healthy, active life. I hope we teach our kids that value and give them the tools they need to eat right, exercise and maintain that lifestyle no matter what.

May 24, 2010

Productive Hubby: My Fav Version

Productive hubby is my favorite version. This weekend Ross has been a rockstar of productivity and thus, I am going to brag on him.
  • Saturday he passed the GFD and RRFD physical agility tests with flying colors! He actually shaved a full two minutes off his time on the GFD test. That means a test that he has up to nine minutes to complete, he completed in just 6:30. ROCKSTAR. The next step is oral interviews and those start right after Memorial Day weekend.
  • DSC00488Today he did all his chores. I know this doesn't sound super romantic and many of us ladies are probably thinking "what the hell? I do all my chores every weekend." But Ross had serious chores this weekend. He bought us a new mower, mowed the front and the back and edged both. Then, from some source unknown, he found the ambition to organize the garage from top to bottom. I have never seen so much of my garage! (Lexi helped, Ross swears. Hence the Lexi-pie photo.) And then, as if that wasn't enough, he changed the oil in my car and checked the air filter. Now please take into consideration that due to the physical agility tests, the man could barely change from sitting to standing position or vice versa yesterday. It becomes even more impressive.
I know every couple has their system, but our chore system consists of me writing a list on our fridge for Ross. We are the quintessential users of the honey-do list. It took probably a full  year of living together to determine that a honey-do list was the most effective way to get chores done. Occasionally it makes me feel bossy but Ross has assured me, its a winning system. He knows what needs fixing, has a written reminder and does not have his wife asking every night what he did that day (I believe that's known as nagging).

However, despite the winning system, I do like when Ross says "hey, make sure X is on my list this week. It really needs to get done." Music to my ears! I'm a big dork, but I love the initiative and the reassurance that the list is not me barking orders, but a friendly reminder of what needs to be done to keep our home in working order. This week, re-grouting the master bathtub is the wonderful, almost musical, item on the list.

And me, well I've completed the usual chore list of laundry, grocery shopping, sweeping etc. The misc stuff that needs to be done every weekend. Super lame huh?

Slightly more interesting is the vacation research I'm doing. We're hoping to take a little adventure between if/when Ross gets an offer letter and his start date. It'll have to be planned mostly on the fly but I love to travel so much, I just can't help myself. Ross said he'd like to gamble a little or do some hiking and baseball is always a plus. So I'm looking at Denver (hiking, no gambling), New Mexico (both maybe?), Sedona Arizona (hiking) or Vegas (not explaining). I'm not sure how I ended up with all western states but it seems just as good since I've traveled westward very little. Anyone have a vote for or against one of those? Help in narrowing my selection?

May 21, 2010

She suggested tennis

In response to the needing a hobby, my best friend, Melissa, suggested I play tennis. She then said it might require skill so I could get bummed about my lack of skill. And then she remembered that it might cost money and Ross is cheap. She retracted the tennis suggestion.

She suggested a book club: cheap and involving others.

That as well as some other ideas inspired a crazy hair-brained idea of my own. What if I try to write a novel? From what I hear, I'll never actually finish it. It will help scratch that writing itch I already feel developing now that I'm not working in communications anymore. Heck, maybe it will even become a revenue source for my preferred hobby of shoe shopping.

They say to write about what you know. Now, knock on wood, but I haven't faced much adversity in life and let's face it, a good book needs adversity. So what do I know? Well, I was a teenager for the usual number of years so I've thought about that. Maybe a 'tween book, the ups and downs of high school romance, cheerleading try-outs, girl drama, SATs. What do you think? Should I aim for the modern day Babysitters Club series?

May 18, 2010

Put your thinking hats on

I blog when Ross is at the firestation. Partly because its my "me time" partly because I really don't know what to do with myself without someone here to talk with. I'm guessing if you are reading this and know me, this is no surprise.

Tonight I called him with the "I'm bored" whine. We chatted about fire jobs, cute puppies, whatever. And then my husband told me to find a hobby.

You know what I think about hobbies? I'll tell you what I think about them - eh.

In my mind "hobby" means idle thing you do by yourself. Y'all, I am terrible at both "idle" and "by yourself." My wicked type A personality makes me default to the old saying of "idle hands do the devil's work." How boring does that make me!? But I would be a dirty liar if I told you something different. And as for "by yourself" well I just don't have a high-need for alone time. The alone time I get for an hour a day at the gym is pretty sufficient. The 2-3 days per week while my husband is gone...well those are excessive. Can't my hobby be socializing? Or buying shoes?

Ross explicitly says no, it cannot be buying shoes...or anything else for that matter.

OK, so what did I do, me the girl who needs a hobby, so says her hubby. Well I did what any 21st century yuppie would do. I googled "I need a hobby."

It was not what you'd call fruitful.

Thus I'm imploring you, my friends and family to suggest some good hobbies I might like and on Ross-accepted budget. I find that I have a tendency to be a nay-sayer when it comes to hobbies, probably given my aforementioned aversion to them and in relation to some, complete and utter lack of skill (ie playing an instrument - epic fail). But I'm going to try to consider your suggestions very openly and maybe even try a couple of them. Really. Seriously. I mean it. I think.

K I'm ready. Hit me with the hobby ideas. GO!