The Fern Lady lives here….

The learning curve with gardening has been remarkable easy.  Okay wait.  That is a total lie.  For the last twenty five odd years since I have moved out of my mothers house I have killed every house plant within a 5 block radius.  It started with a fern in 1989 and it just went downhill from there.  I don’t have a hot fucking clue what I’m doing when it comes to plants.  It usually goes something like this….oh my god look at the gorgeous fern!  I’m totally going to take it home, it would look so nice in the living room.  THIS time I will totally remember it exists and water it and it will grow and I’ll take little off shoots and give them to my friends and I will be known as  The Fern Lady!   The demise of the fern usually starts off slowly. First I’m just picking up a couple of stray fronds that fall onto the carpet.   Then the vacuum comes out because there are fern remnants under the couch cushions.  Then a few weeks pass and I think, damn I don’t remember the last time I watered that thing.  Eventually there is a sad couple of brownish fronds in a large planter just hanging in the corner of my living room waving at me as I walk by  seemingly  begging to be put in the garbage so it can die with a last little bit of  dignity.  That is my life with plants.  Until now.

My potatoes are growing like crazy.  I have them all over the yard.  This big bin that Cowboy misappropriated is filled with banana fingerlings and is going gangbusters.

 

One of the bins that I have potatoes in is also going nuts.  Something tells me tere is going to be a LOT of potatoes in the pantry this winter!  Potato soup anyone?

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As stated before and proven by many a fern I haven’t grown anything successfully before so these pumpkins are a huge deal for me.  I mean PUMPKINS?  Come ON!

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I also have a Penis pepper.  I’ve lost the tag saying what kind this is and since there is just one growing and it looks like, well a penis, that it’s new name.

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I cut down about a quarter of my rhubarb plant this morning.  I’m pretty sure I’m going to have WAY too much again this year but since Cowboy is in the pie making mood lately I’m getting some ready for when he gets home.

 

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Here is today’s haul.  I’ll be pulling and cutting the rest of it by the weekend.  I will have some VERY happy friends.

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The Fern Lady has finally found her niche.

 

Breaking up is hard to do…

First let me say I never foresee me having to break up ever again in my entire life.  I’m set.  I’m good.  I have the best partner/mate/boyfriend for me EVER.  I’m beyond happy.  But the happier I am in this relationship the more I realize what crap I had before.   Not just as an adult but seriously my entire dating life has been a train wreck.  I had no idea.  I thought everyone had mostly crappy relationships with just glimmers of good times.  Until now.

Now I have this dude….and my life is peachy keen.

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But all my life I’ve given the same advice to many many girlfriends.  I gave it again today.  One friend has even requested that I do a blog post so she can direct people to it and not have to tell the story over and over.  (here it is MEL) The story is about sour milk.  Now we all have that one friend (or more than one) who has an on again/off again relationship with some twit.  I mean maybe the person is not a twit but for whatever reason the relationship doesn’t work. But they keep trying.  They have a million reasons to keep trying and apparently being happy and living a fulfilling life with a partner in peace isn’t one of them.

So this is what I believe about getting back together with an ex.  An ex is like when you find milk in the fridge and the best before date has passed.  The milk looks like it’s still okay but then you sniff it and realize it’s gone bad.  What do you do with sour milk?  You throw it away!  You don’t put the milk BACK in the fridge and wait for a few days ( or weeks or months) and then pull it back out and see if it’s somehow gotten better.  You don’t need to re-sniff that milk.  We all know that once milk has soured, it’s soured for good.  The REAL stubborn amongst us will pull it out and think ‘yippee! it’s yogurt!’  It’s not yogurt.  It’s a solid mass of spoiled milk.  Do not taste it to check.  Just trust me.  It’s bad.  Throw it out.

Why do we insist on beating a dead horse. *wait quick aside where the hell does this saying come from?  it’s weird…and cruel…and stupid*  What is it that makes us want relationships that are clearly not working?  I think it’s the fear that there isn’t something better out there. That maybe what we have is all we are deserving to have or is “good enough”.  That being with someone who isn’t the best for us is better than being alone. And that deep dark feeling that this is all there is.  Well over the course of the last few years I’ve learned some good lessons.  I’ve been exposed to some amazing relationships.  I’ve met people who have the type of relationship I’ve always wanted.  I’ve come to a huge conclusion….a lot of us tell ourselves little untruths.  We say things like ‘well i love him and he is really trying’…NO he’s not.  If he WAS trying he would be succeeding.  If you are in a relationship with someone who isn’t treating you the way you deserve to be treated it’s because they aren’t trying.  They don’t need to because you’ve already shown them that you’ll accept less.   Trust me when a man is trying there is NO mistake that he is trying.  There is no guess work.  If a man wants something he will climb every mountain, forge every sea, follow every rainbow until he….wait, I just broke into the Sound of Music.  Sorry, its a habit.  We say things like “it’s just the situation, when he gets a new job/house/boss/car it’ll be better”.  No it won’t.  Let me tell you a story….a few months ago my car died.  Like a horrible death of a major part that was going to cost a LOT of money to fix.  As in the transmission on a 4 wheel drive SUV expensive.  When I phoned to tell my Cowboy about what happened he said ‘it’s a machine, machines break’.  The moral of this story is outside stress should not affect how your partner treats you.  If it does, there’s a problem.  Because no matter what is happening your partner should be treating you with respect. If they aren’t…here’s a newsflash…they don’t respect you.  Is that too harsh?  Whatever, it’s the truth.

So the next time there is a friend who keeps going back over and over to the same bad relationship tell them about the sour milk.   Everyone knows what sour milk smells like…a few of us stubborn types even know what sour milk tastes like.  And some of the VERY stubborn among us know that no matter how long you leave sour milk and how many times you taste it there is nothing that will make it taste good ever again.  No,  it’s not yogurt.  It’s a solid mass of sour milk.  Throw it away.

Me versus Nature…

I think I’ll just talk about my garden to everyone and do nothing else but watch peas grow.  So far there are things that are dying and things that are growing.   More on the things that are growing later but first….I have an intruder.  There is the cutest little vermin that has infiltrated my precious garden.  And the worst part is, it took me DAYS to realize how much of a threat he was going to be.  For the first few days I kept trying to get a picture of the little cutie!  I was saying to the kids “oh LOOK a bunny”.  It never dawned on me that I should be terrified.  I mean come on, it wasn’t a “He’s got TEETH!” moments.  Extra points to anyone who gets THAT reference….clearly I was a high school geek.  Then after about day three or four of Mr. Bunny’s antics I went out to check on my beautiful new strawberry plants that were blooming and had some actual strawberries growing and what do I find?  Nubs.  As in completely decimated strawberry nubs.  That little shit had eaten it all.  I was sooooo pissed.  You know, in a completely irrational way.  We live TWO blocks from the river.  On Christmas morning we watched as about a half dozen deer walked across the school parking lot directly across from our house.  I totally understand that we live in what is essential a nature reserve, but it didn’t even DAWN on me that perhaps there would be a downside to that….bunnies like to eat exactly what I want to plant.

So for the next few days until Cowboy got home I spent every morning and evening (dusk and dawn is when bunnies hang out apparently) running around chasing a rabbit in a robe with crocs on my feet and a broom. I’m pretty sure I could hear the rabbit actually snickering from underneath my front hedge.  Did I mention I live across the street from my children’s school.  As I tell my kids, we don’t save for retirement in this family, we save for therapy.  I even had one night when a lady from a few blocks away came by to see if the rabbit was her long escaped family pet.  It wasn’t, but she did try to help me…that night I wasn’t wearing a robe, I was fully dressed however, we were chasing a rabbit round the yard with a laundry basket and a blanket.  I have NO idea why my kids just shake their heads and roll their eyes so much.

So finally Cowboy came home after a ridiculously long time on the road and  BOOM now I have a chicken wire fence thingie to keep Bugs out of my damn plants.  I also have a new potato bin that we clandestinely misappropriated from a shop in Nisku and a new rain barrel!  That Cowboy, he gets shit done.

On to the grow…here is the main part of the garden, completely planted.  The first bed on the left has spinach, swiss chard, beets and peas!  The second larger bed has shallots, onions, radishes, lettuce, garlic chives & basil.  The containers are filled with different squashes, pumpkins and cucumbers.  There are bins of potatoes and strawberries everywhere.

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Here’s a closer view of the peas with their chicken wire supports.  I have never been so thrilled over a plant in my life.  Mainly because I’ve never grown anything successfully and this is all coming together.

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Here is the shipping carton/potato bin.  I hope that this fall it will be filled with banana fingerling potato goodness.  Also Cowboy has no idea what fingerling potatoes are,  I’m pretty sure he thinks I made the name up.

Also you can kind of see the rain barrel in the corner.  You know what the rain barrel has taught me?  There is a LOT of damn water falling off the house from not a very long rain storm.  If you don’t have you drain spouts away from your house there is serious water damage happening to your foundation.  One storm for 5 minutes equals a full rain barrel.  I mean I KNEW about the whole drain spout thing but this seriously confirmed it.

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I’m off to go watch my peas grow…and fondle my new strawberries….and look for evidence of that wascally wabbit.   Hopefully the fence works because if this sucker comes back I’m pretty sure that my beloved is going to make it into rabbit stew.  So I’m armed with a broom and wearing my robe, I can hear the school buses out front….the kids won’t be embarrassed will they?

 

 

One year later….

So last year we bought  a house.  It was very exciting and it meant the world to me. Cowboy and I have a long list of things we would like to do to the house to make it all ours.  Luckily we have the same taste (sort of) and we both believe in adding value to our home while also making it liveable for US.  So the first order of business was WINDOWS!  Now I know there are a lot of women out there who get excited over diamonds and jewelry and I trust me I think those things are nice BUT nothing gets me giddy like saving money.   After this very cold winter with some pretty high gas bills these windows are the bomb!  Here is a side by side comparison.  The new windows brighten up the whole front of the house!

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Here is the window into the mud/laundry room.  It’s also the perfect window for growing seeds for my garden.  I started a lot from seed this year, but it’s NOTHING compared to what is going to go down next year.

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This is the daughters new window.  She will be able to get out in case of fire as we made sure it was to code.  We also made sure it’s fitted with an alarm…so you know, in case she gets any other ideas…

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The house has a whole face lift!  It looks amazing.  Cowboy is going to flip when he gets home.  Our beautiful house is even more beautiful.

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Dude.  I have NO idea how to garden…like NONE.  So this is all new to me.  I’m VERY good at killing plants, not so good at growing them.   But this year I’m determined to have not only flowers but veggies TOO!

I have a love/hate relationship with petunias.  I see them at the green house and buy them and half way through the summer, they are dead.  It’s a combination of forgetting to deadhead them, forgetting to water them and the fact that I’m a shit gardener.  Oh and apparently because I don’t fertilize them!  Who the hell knew that?  Apparently Nicole.  While at the greenhouse she encouraged me to try again saying she will come by and help me if I screw it up.  and then I saw BLACK PETUNIAS!!!  Sold.

 

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My beautiful rhurbarb plant.  As least I know there is NOTHING I can do to fuck this one up.20140522_093635

That bin?  Yeah, it’s potatoes.  I totally wanted Cowboy to build me a 4X4 potato garden but he has had a shit month and hasn’t been home!  I miss him horribly but I also figured out a quick fix.  The banana fingerlings HAD to go in the ground so I hauled out some tubs.  Lets see how this works out.

 

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The year of the squash is ON.   I have squash EVERYWHERE in the yard.  In containers.  Come fall there will be butternut, acorn, spaghetti.  Every kind of squash you can imagine.  Also next year I’m going to have to figure out how the hell to label shit.  Cause I don’t have a clue what I did.

20140522_09362520140522_093613I look forward to a beautiful garden this year.  I have the time to do it, I have friends to help.

Happy Houserversay BABY!

Love you!

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Date day…with some Cowboy…

So what’s a perfect Saturday?  Driving through the backroads of Alberta finding garage sales, country and antique stores.

We found so many treasures.  We love decorating our house in a style we both love and lucky it’s very similar.

There was a stop at a cute little barn conversion that is a antique store where we found an old milk can, a set of gorgeous dishes for everyday, some pyrex, a quilt rack, an antique laundry clothes hanger and some other bits and bobs.

Remember when I said I wanted a set of dishes that were stoneware or something that but that we could use everyday.  BOOM.

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When the pantry is done we will have a crazy big mudroom/laundry room so we picked up this vintage clothes line to use in the room.  How cool is this?

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Then we went to the Carvel General store where I found this sign.

It’s a repo and totally modern but I LOVE IT and I had to have it.  It’s already hanging in my kitchen.  We also got a cute set of his/hers hooks for our robes in our bedroom.

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No kids today but we took our sweet Molly with us.  She was very happy to have Cowboy home.

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Then at the end of the day we stopped at the Warburg Hutterite colony to buy a big ass slab of bacon.  It’s a crazy good deal because you can cut the bacon as thick as you want it and its the BEST bacon out there.  I really don’t know why people don’t eat local more.  There are producer putting out fantastic local product if you just take the time to look for it.  Sure you can buy crappy bacon cheaper at Walmart, but WHY would you want to.   THIS is what I want to feed my family.  Where i know who raised it, who killed it, what it ate.   It’s important to me to feed my family like this….I think more people should be doing it.  Plus Cowboy was home and he can cut it perfectly….

 

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Mawwiage. Mawwiage is what bwings us togethew….

Here’s the story.    So I got married very young.  I mean I wasn’t a teenager but I was 20.  I married and had a baby and divorced all by the time I was 26.  It wasn’t a good marriage but it produced a super kid.  I chalked it up to being young and easily impressed by an older guy.  He had ‘lived’ I thought and I very quickly fell in love.  After we were married we moved to the States and it very quickly went south.  When I left him shortly after my 25th birthday I swore off marriage.  I thought that there was no way I would hitch myself to that star ever again.  I didn’t think it made sense to have to listen to what another human being said for the rest of my life.  It seemed tedious.  It seemed like work.  I was way too independent to get married again.  I bought a place, dated a few guys got a hell of a good job and just lived.  Then a funny thing happened.  I got lonely.  I mean legit lonely.  I wanted a companion.   But here’s the thing.  I decided that I wanted a friend.  I decided that the ‘roller coaster’ of relationships wasn’t for me.  I wanted to really like my spouse but that the passion part of it wasn’t long lasting so if that wasn’t exactly there I was okay with that.   I wanted someone who I KNEW without a shadow of a doubt would remain faithful to me and would never be abusive.  I wanted someone whose fidelity I would never question.  So I started online dating.  I met someone and it didn’t really ‘click’.  I didn’t hear from him for a month after our first meeting but then out of the blue one day he contacted me.  I should mention that I didn’t quite get the hint after our first meeting so I eventually blocked him so I wouldn’t email him…..so hearing from him was quite a shock.  But I was flattered that a month later he would be interested in dating me.    I must have made quite the impression!  Yeah I get NOW that I should have thought ‘dude you missed your chance, fuck off’ but I didn’t.    anyway, long story longer we started dating.   Looking back now he was the poster child for “He’s Just Not That Into You” but I didn’t care.   He was simply not interested in me and never had the balls to admit it.  So instead he cheated and lied and lived a double life.  This double life that he blames me for.  If I’m honest I blame myself for it to.  Not because i made him cheat but because I was willing to settle for so little.  That I cared so little for myself that a man like him could be allowed to spend time with me.  I blame myself for that.

So then comes a second divorce.  Sigh.  How did I end up twice divorced and alone at 41?  I mean come ON!  But that is the past.  Now I have the life I never even thought was possible.  Now I have the relationship that I didn’t believe existed.  Well I knew good relationships existed I just never thought there would be one for me.  But that was before I met Cowboy.  Aw my beautiful Cowboy.  Now lets be real.  He’s FAR from perfect.  He’s stubborn and old fashioned.  He is particular and a neat freak.  He is the worst person to try to compromise with….there is no grey with Cowboy.  Black or White.  That’s it.  BUT he loves me.  I mean completely.  He loves my curves.  He loves my brain.  He loves how I mother and he loves how I treat him.  He is the most compassionate and caring man I know.  He would take the shirt of his back and not complain of the cold.  So I should marry him, right?  I mean he asks at least once a week.

Nope.

Not happening.

People wonder why, I mean I FINALLY found my forever man I should be dying to get married to him to spend the rest of my life with him.  yeah, no thanks.  I am committed to my Cowboy in a way I have never been committed before.  He is the love of my life and I can’t imagine my tomorrows without him.  He’s BETTER than a husband to me.  Weird right?  What I mean is that the men in my life who I’ve given that title have used and abused me.  They have treated me like shit and left me a shell of my prior self.  I’ve fought long and hard to be me again.  And in that fight I found the love I want to spend the rest of my life with…it amazing.   But husband?  No.  He is more to me than that.  He is my partner, spouse, lover, best friend.   He makes my toes curl and makes me catch my breathe.  I will spend the rest of my days being so grateful for the opportunity to finally know what all the love songs on the radio are about.

And I’ve finally figured out me.  I know what I want and what I need and the importance of being “married” isn’t at all on my radar.  I’m not going to go all Halle Berry and declare on Oprah that I’ll never marry again, them get married and have to eat crow. Oooo howeer Halle’s on her third marriage,  that could be just another thing we have in common. I mean besides being drop dead gorgeous black women.  I’m going to quietly live my life…kind of like Goldie Hawn and Kurt Russell or Oprah and Steadman or George Clooney and his waitress girlfriend of the week.  Oh wait, DAMMIT George now I have to take you off the list.  After all these years of “I’m not getting married, I tried it, it didn’t work” now suddenly he’s engaged.  Sigh.  Okay I’m all John Corbett and Bo Derek.  I know, random I just can’t think of anyone else long term and I’ll be damned if I put Kourtney Kardashian and Scott Disick up in here!

Just a brief aside, my home page is people.com  I realize that there are real life examples of non married but happy long term couples but my frame of reference is the pages of Us Magazine.  I also realize that there a millions of happily married couples and that it works for a LOT of people this is just about me, were I am and what is going to work FOR ME.

I will say this I may one day go the Brad and Angelina route the forever engaged.  But that might just be me wanting to wear the big ass ring without having to actually sign the piece of paper.  And I doubt very much that’ll happen because there is NO WAY my cowboy is going to shell out that kind of cash and not get to say “my wife”.  So I guess there’s my answer.  We’ll just stay happily living in sin for the foreseeable future.   Or until one of us breaks….because we are both known to be sooo flexible.  Not stubborn at all!  I’m sure one of us will get our way before too long.  If by too long you mean never.    Besides if I marry him I’m going to have to tell people his real name and that is no fun at all.

It’s Vegas Baby!

Seriously?  How is this my life?

So the Cowboy and I once again had to cancel our beach vacay.  The car decided that weeks before we were suppose to be hitting the beach.  Oh and not a little fix either, the entire transmission blew! On my AWD GMC Acadia.   Yeah, so not cheap.  In fact the new transimission was almost the exact cost of the trip we were planning. So no fancy beach vacation for us.  I was horribly disappointed but with all the obligations that we have coming it we couldn’t exactly say ‘screw it, lets go anyway’.  No we VERY responsibly decided that we would pay for a new transmission and stay home.  That was until one day when Cowboy said, ‘well, we could just do something smaller’.   One of the ideas he threw out there was Vegas.  You see we have a big old RV and we have a big truck that will pull it.  If we use the big truck it doesn’t really cost us anything…so we could drive to Vegas, camp for four days and drive back for the cost of food and a cheap camping site.  Well I jumped at that idea!  I love Vegas and I haven’t been for awhile.

 

So we loaded up the RV and set off for the two day drive!

I have never been one for long distance driving holidays and so far I’ve taken one every year with my love.  He LOVES driving holidays so he was in his glory.

All the little small towns along the way were fun.

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Usually while my love is on the road he sends me a bunch of pictures of the passing roadway. This time it was me taking pictures!

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That last  picture is very deceiving, it SNOWED all the way to frickin’ UTAH.  I was all excited for the snow to stop by the time we hit Lethbridge and it was almost Arizona before it finally stopped.

Anyway we arrived in Vegas and set up our campsite.  Oh sidebar the first two night we just slept where ever.  I’ve never done that before, pulling off the side of the road and just hopping into the trailer was very convenient.  Traveling with your own toilet is good too.  You can just stop, run and pee and keep going.

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We had a wonderful time just being together.  We even played card for the first time since Christmas.  We NEVER have time to just sit and play cards.  It was wonderful.

 

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I’m not a big RV’er but if I’m going to go then this huge 5th wheel is the way to go.

The rest of the trip was a blur of gambling shopping and food.  We found our new fav Vegas restaurant called Nacho Daddy’s.  Holy CRAP good food. We happened to wonder in on Taco Tuesday….we ate a LOT.

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Ok so lots more happened…suffice it to say we had a glorious week off.   We will go back to Vegas soon….for the sights OH and the fact that El Cortez in the Fremont area has tables and tables of one shoe blackjack tables and that made my Cowboy a happy man. And I won a crazy amount playing the slots there….it’s our new favourite casino!

But it’s NOT ON THE LIST!!!!

Ask a single girl out there what she’s looking for in a man and they will most likely have a list.  Shit ask a non single woman and they can tell you what was on their list or what they missed on their list or what they have on the list for the next relationship.  We all do it.  Especially if you are online dating.  They make you narrow down the field so you have to search by saying what your list is.   Height?  Body type?  Types of activities?  There are dozen of options while shopping ….oops i mean dating online.  My list was full of very important things like love my children,  sense of humour, ability to communicate.

But then there is the ‘secret’ list.  The list no one will admit to but this list is actually full of the deal breakers.    I call it the let’s get real list.  I’ve heard it over and over…..oh god, his GRAMMAR was soooooo bad.   The minute he sent me a text with “u” instead of “you” i blocked him.  Or well he lives at home with his parents and he’s 40 so there is no WAY I’m going to date him.  Or he’s totally not a professional,  he works in the oil field.  Or best yet, I don’t think I’d have anything in common with someone who is in a bowling league…I’m much more into the theatre and opera.  I need someone to do those types of activities with me.  And that ladies and gentlemen is the REAL reason that we can’t find relationships.   It’s not that there aren’t any good men/women out there.  It’s not that there isn’t someone who works for each and every one of us.  It’s that our damn lists are off!  I mean COMPLETELY off.  We are looking for the wrong damn things.

My ex husband was 100% perfect for me ON PAPER.  He was an educated professional who liked watching football and listened to the same music.  We both enjoyed foreign movies and travel and living overseas was high on both of our lists of things we wanted to do.   We could watch the same tv programs and do the same activities almost every day of the week.  We liked the same type of people and we had the same type of humour.  Seriously it wasn’t a big surprise that we seldom fought and got along for the most part, we were very similar.  Well except we were miserably unhappy, completely and totally wrong for each other AND I was 100% faithful and he….was not.

So I suppose the reason I was so open to dating someone that wasn’t my normal “type” was because I knew that my picker was off.  My normal type wasn’t working for me, and in fact, it never had.  I know that I was open to different but online it was hard not to be a judgemental bee with an itch.  I cared about things that have no impact on day to day life.  I mean when would my life be so horribly affected by someone using bad grammar?  I’m a smart girl, I can tell what someone is trying to say when they type it out in text speak.   So why was it one of the things that I dismissed people for while online dating?  I think I know the answer.  We don’t know what will make us happy in a partnership and so we look for things that we hope will be a good reflection of us.   Remember back at about 14 or 15 how much it matter what your friends thought?  You could really like a guy  you met while on vacation or during summer break but as soon as he was under the harsh glare of the other high school girls he suddenly wasn’t so awesome. We then take over for the mean girls and do our own judging.   Exactly how will someone else’s bad spelling make it hard for you to live with them?  When does someone’s taste in sweater vests affect their ability to communicate in an open and honest way?

Here’s what I’ve learnt.  NONE of that shit matters.  Here’s a list of the things that in the past were red flags that this time I didn’t give a rats ass about. BECAUSE THEY DIDN’T MATTER.

1.  Dress sense.   Fashion sense.   I used to judge a man by the clothes on this back.  I’m not proud of that fact because it’s pretty shallow but if a man had on bad shoes I usually didn’t want to date him.   Do NOT get me started on polo shirts.

2. Education.  Grammar and spelling were things that used to seriously bug me.   I thought that being equal intellectually would make it easier to understand each other.   News flash, it doesn’t.  Not even remotely.

3.  Housing situation.  To be fair this one sort worked itself out FOR me.  I was a home owner all by myself quite young so I used to judge people based on their ability to own a home.  Or at least be living independently.  Then I left my ex and was living in my friends basement.  Reality check.  Shit happens and people do what they need to do.  So meeting a Cowboy living in an RV on a commercial trucking lot didn’t really throw me like it would in the past.  In the past I wouldn’t have given him the chance and I never would have found out about his beautiful 100 year old house that he renovated himself but didn’t get to live in because he was out west drivin’ truck.

4. Movies, Music & TV Shows   WHY???  In the past I would always make a point to find out what type of movies someone liked.  The truth is we have more than one tv out of necessity because if I have to watch one more Mountain Men or Alaskan Men or some such nonsense I’m going to poke an eye out to ease the pain.  BUT we find a couple of shows we both like and we watch those together….big deal.  Having similar taste in television shows does NOT mean we get along better.  It means you need less tv’s.  That’s it.  I used to give it way too much weight.  What my Cowboy likes to watch on tv has NOTHING to do with who he is as a person.  It doesn’t make him smarter or less intelligent.   I have no idea why it mattered so much to me.

I guess what I’ve learned is more people need to throw away the list.  It’s not about settling as I thought in the past.  It’s about reevaluating what makes you  happy.  What makes ME happy is being with someone who cherishes me.   What makes me happy is being in love with someone who loves me back.  What makes me happy is trusting someone completely and knowing that no matter what life throws us we have each others back.  Unless  Mountain Men is on….then I’ll be upstairs watching something with subtitles.

 

Gardening…in March….under snow.

I’m not even kidding.  ALL I’m thinking about is my veggie garden.  Currently it’s about the THIRD day above freezing, so I’m a little early.  But I just can’t wait.    I’m dying to start.  I have a such a great space to work with this year and a huge plan for all the bounty that is coming out of the garden this year.  I am CANNING this year!  I have never done full on canning before so it’ll be a learning experience but I’m excited to try something new.  Also I’ve never done a full veggie garden before but this year is our first year in our amazing new house so I’m starting it out with a bang.

 

The list is as follows……so far……

potatoes

tomatoes

carrots

zucchini

spaghetti squash

peppers

cucumbers

onions

garlic

peas

Also there will be a herb garden with thyme, basil, lavender, dill and a few more.

I’m very excited.

Unfortunately there is a LOT of melting that has to happen before I can sow some seeds.  Here’s Molly trying to find the rhubarb plant.

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This is my veggie corner.  The raised bed that is under here is going to make a LOT of food for us to can.  Cucumbers a plenty!

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The snow IS starting to melt but it’s slow going as we had a VERY large dump of snow this winter followed by extreme cold followed by more dumps of snow.20140310_144648

Here is the full on view of my garden. I almost  got out there and started to shovel so I could sow some seeds.  I’m getting a little antsy.

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I’m excited to finally be in my forever home and planting our first garden.  This summer Cowboy will be building our huge pantry.  Between our garden and the farmers market and the years worth of meat we have in the freezer we’ll be ready for any zombie attack!

I feel the need, the need for….accessories….

When I was a young girl I used to have one of those paper dolls that came with a book full of clothes, shoes, hats and accessories.  I used to sit at the table for hours switching it all up.  This purple dress with a red hat and yellow galoshes….it was so much fun!  One of my favourite toys, well that and playing dots &boxes on long car rides with my brother.  Now I’m an adult and I’m trying desperately to revamp my style and I’m LOVING IT.  It’s like playing with the paper dolls all over again.  My big dilemma is accessories.  I’m so worried about making sure that I don’t slip back into my “grey box” that I’m buying so may colourful pieces but now the need to accessorize them leaves me in a pickle.  Thankfully I have about 3 feet of snow outside so I have a while before most of my new clothes can be worn so as I build my wardrobe I must also build my accessory wardrobe.  The hardest part for me?  Shoes!  

What do you wear with a mod shift dress with mid-century houses all over it?  What colour?  What style?  I have a cute teal cardigan coming from an online second hand shop that is going to look AMAZING with this.

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My first eShakti dress is here and I think it would look good with a nice pair of wedges.  But I think a nice bracelet would work too, and a necklace.  Or would that be too much.  I’m thinking navy wedges and a red chunky necklace.

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This next look is the CUTEST DAMN WRAP DRESS EVER.  It’s from Old Navy and it’s so comfortable it feels like wearing pajamas.  Again, I’m seeing a cute pair of wedges, maybe red Toms….but then I’m completely stuck.

 

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My new shoes are starting to show up as well….I haven’t forgotten my goal of no longer being boring.  The first pair is a cute little pair of almost ballet flats.  So comfy and summery, can NOT wait to wear them.  The second pair has got a slight wedge and I can see them with all my new summer dresses. Oh and the t-strap totally makes me feel all sexy.

20140309_212535 20140309_212314 Oh and there was also THIS little darling at the PO Box…I’m going to doing a LOT of canning this year.  Hopefully from my own garden!  It’s out there…under 3 feet of snow but it’s out there….waiting for me to plant it!

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