This story starts about a two months ago... Mom and I went to Wal-Mart and she got us some seeds so that we could plant gardens at our home. With phone calls all during the week we would update on how our little sprouts were doing. Then they got big enough to put in the ground. We have been updating each other with our success ever since.
Every day after work I go home, change clothes and go straight to my garden. It is my stress reliever, and my relaxer. It's how I escape from the world for 20 minutes of my day, and everything seems to go back to the good ole days.
Since Cody and I are renting our current home I cant exactly till up the land and plant my plants. So instead I bought a couple of big pots and my dad made me an awesome planter. Surprisingly all of my plants are doing amazing!
I started everything from seed and have nourished them to the big vegetable producing plants they are today. Well only one of my plants have actually given me food, but they are all blooming. :]
Yesterday I went home and did my usual, but this time when I got to the garden I noticed a pea was ready to be eaten! I was so excited that I picked it right away and ran back in the house so I could take a picture of it. I was so thrilled to think that all my hard work had payed off.
So I grabbed my phone, because of course the person who I wanted to tell the most was my mom who helped me start this thing in the first place. I took 10 pictures and sent two of them to mom. Then I made the hubby eat one of the two peas that produced.
I told him he had to eat it because it was our first produce! So after him telling me "no"(15 or more times) I gave the puppy dog face and, he of course gave in and ate it! He held back this awful expression, and said "baby I think you are supposed to cook those before you eat them." I laughed and told him that me and my daddy always ate everything raw. Vegetables were lucky if they even made it in the house back then. I thank the hubby for eating that raw pea for me. :]
Friday, April 22, 2011
My Garden
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Friday, February 26, 2010
Growing Up.....
Let me tell you getting older STINKS!!!! I used to always want to be in my twenties. I thought if you were in your twenties your were the coolest person ever. Now that I am turning twenty April 13th, I know better. You are still just as dorky as you were in 8th grade and you still dress in the same lame stlye you did when you were in 8th grade, only you put a little more spunk in it, but dont fool yourself...you look the same. But some things do change. Like you have responsibillites, and they stink! You have a full time job, college, relationship, kid(Gunner), you actually have to buy the things you want(UGH!), and your money becomes really, really important, and you have to save as much as you can. I miss being able to save just what i needed and blowing it all on what i wanted, it didnt matter if i had two dollars left, mom and dad took you everywhere. Now you cant get what you want, because you have to worry about what you need instead. Why didnt someone warn me about this getting old stuff?!!!! Oh yeah and you know how when you were younger and your coach in there twenties was like the coolest person ever. Well I think it is funny because at that point in time you think you will never be as cool as them, and never get to that age, because it seems so far away. Yeah its not, and Im there now. I am a assistant coach for a 9-10 year old girls softball team, and they think I am the coolest person ever, and you hate to break there hearts and tell them how much of a dork you are. Oh well, lets not let the little kids dreams down...Im cool for now. YAY! Anyways, for all you young readers, dont wish to be older, it will come before you know it, and you will be wishing to be young again. No more naps, and toys, and eating whatever you want. I have come to the conclusion that there is nothing special about getting older, although I do like driving my truck, so maybe I will stay at the age I am now FOREVER! Mom this one goes out to you, since you are a firm beleiver in not celebrating birhtdays...they are called because I love you days. I love you Mom!
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