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The Deep Dark Secrets of Spring
Yep it’s officially spring. Birds and high school students are all twitter patted, pollen is filling the air, attention spans are next to nothing, and thunderstorms keep you up all night. Man I love spring!
We received 3.5 inches of rain the last few days, both in big thunderstorms with hail, and lots of steady rain, the kind of rain that washes all the dust, smog and pollen out of the air and leaves nothing but the feeling the world around you just took a huge deep breath. Its almost like the world is just getting ready to explode into action. I love the way the world looks the morning after a long rain, green, clean and fresh. It’s amazing that you literally can see the grass growing. Of course having the grass starting to grow means I will soon be hitched up to the modern equivalent of the old yoke… the lawn mower.
As soon as the grass begins to start growing, a sudden urge begins to over take suburban males… The quest for the perfect lawn begins to fill the hearts of homeowners all across this great nation of ours. Guys begin to scout out our competition, (that damn neighbor who always has the lawn that looks like it’s the 18th green at Pebble Beach!) and start looking to find the edge that will catapult us ahead of that damn guy who everyone knows has to cheat and get professionals to come in and make that lawn look so perfect. We all know him… he is the guy who is out early on Saturday morning, double cutting his lawn to make that perfect pattern, and to make sure he doesn’t leave any stray blades of grass trailing in the wind. He is the neighbor who always manages to get the border between his concrete and lawn to look like someone drew the edge with a ruler. He is the guy that never gets any of those special splashes of yellow in his yard, while the rest of us battle to keep those little yellow bastards from turning into windborne WMDs! How does he do it? Well my deep dark secret is I want to be that guy! I secretly yearn to be the guy all the neighbors cuss at when they see me out there enjoying the fruits of my labors, standing on my driveway with a cold Shiner Bock with a smirk on my face.
Is this to much to ask?
We received 3.5 inches of rain the last few days, both in big thunderstorms with hail, and lots of steady rain, the kind of rain that washes all the dust, smog and pollen out of the air and leaves nothing but the feeling the world around you just took a huge deep breath. Its almost like the world is just getting ready to explode into action. I love the way the world looks the morning after a long rain, green, clean and fresh. It’s amazing that you literally can see the grass growing. Of course having the grass starting to grow means I will soon be hitched up to the modern equivalent of the old yoke… the lawn mower.
As soon as the grass begins to start growing, a sudden urge begins to over take suburban males… The quest for the perfect lawn begins to fill the hearts of homeowners all across this great nation of ours. Guys begin to scout out our competition, (that damn neighbor who always has the lawn that looks like it’s the 18th green at Pebble Beach!) and start looking to find the edge that will catapult us ahead of that damn guy who everyone knows has to cheat and get professionals to come in and make that lawn look so perfect. We all know him… he is the guy who is out early on Saturday morning, double cutting his lawn to make that perfect pattern, and to make sure he doesn’t leave any stray blades of grass trailing in the wind. He is the neighbor who always manages to get the border between his concrete and lawn to look like someone drew the edge with a ruler. He is the guy that never gets any of those special splashes of yellow in his yard, while the rest of us battle to keep those little yellow bastards from turning into windborne WMDs! How does he do it? Well my deep dark secret is I want to be that guy! I secretly yearn to be the guy all the neighbors cuss at when they see me out there enjoying the fruits of my labors, standing on my driveway with a cold Shiner Bock with a smirk on my face.
Is this to much to ask?
Life after... Nesting???
So well here we go.. Post number 2. So have any of you ever realized that you change drammatically after you get married? Yeah sure there is the whole getting used to living with someone, learning to not leave your stinky socks in the middle of your room, or picking up after yourself cause you aren't living at home with your parents any more. While these are all drastic changes, it is nothing like what i am experiencing and even for that matter embracing...
Nesting. I am sure you have heard other terms for it, home improvment, honey dos, landscaping... Well I term it: Nesting. To define nesting is to come to a sudden realization that you are making your home into something that you and your significant other are planning on staying.. for a very long time! It is a different feel then going out and decorating an apartment. No this is the behavior where for no reason you completely understand, you are suddenly going thru the Home Depot, Lowes, and Menard's ads with a gusto, looking for that one porch swing or patio set... Its the urge to get up on a Saturday morning early and fight thru hordes of other couples for the best deal on potting soil, or edging stones. Remember weekend days where you would get up at 10 in the morning, yawn, sratch yourself, and then roll back over for another 30 minutes to 4 hours??? Or how about those wonderful saturday mornings spent trying to chase the remains of some evil liquid that flowed in far to great of quantities? Nope... instead you are up at the crack of 8 (yes that number does appear on an alarm clock on Saturdays despite rumors to the contrary) chasing down the latest home improvement project.
This nesting subject is dear to my heart, as my wonderful wife and i spent a romantic evening at the home improvment store. I never thought that going and buying patio furnature could be so romantic, or lead to such simple joys... I guess this is Life after... What?
Nesting. I am sure you have heard other terms for it, home improvment, honey dos, landscaping... Well I term it: Nesting. To define nesting is to come to a sudden realization that you are making your home into something that you and your significant other are planning on staying.. for a very long time! It is a different feel then going out and decorating an apartment. No this is the behavior where for no reason you completely understand, you are suddenly going thru the Home Depot, Lowes, and Menard's ads with a gusto, looking for that one porch swing or patio set... Its the urge to get up on a Saturday morning early and fight thru hordes of other couples for the best deal on potting soil, or edging stones. Remember weekend days where you would get up at 10 in the morning, yawn, sratch yourself, and then roll back over for another 30 minutes to 4 hours??? Or how about those wonderful saturday mornings spent trying to chase the remains of some evil liquid that flowed in far to great of quantities? Nope... instead you are up at the crack of 8 (yes that number does appear on an alarm clock on Saturdays despite rumors to the contrary) chasing down the latest home improvement project.
This nesting subject is dear to my heart, as my wonderful wife and i spent a romantic evening at the home improvment store. I never thought that going and buying patio furnature could be so romantic, or lead to such simple joys... I guess this is Life after... What?
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