First Harvest

Despite the terrible hail damage I have managed to get my first "harvest."  Ok it was just one radish, but I was still feeling proud and excited over it because it came out of my very first garden.  You can see the ravages of the hail on the leaves.

I have been outside doing clean up.  I had to rake the front the yard day before yesterday to get up all the downed tree branches and leaves.  I was going to do the backyard and garden yesterday but it was pouring rain for most of the day.  It doesn't really look like today will be much better.

I have caught a cold from running out in the rain with the dogs to go do their business.  I have to go with them because if I don't, Ridley won't let the other two have a moment's peace to go potty. 

Speaking of Ridley, he may have to go back.  It just kills me to have to consider that.  He is such a sweet, smart dog.  But unfortunately he is extremely obsessed with me and he won't let the others get near me for any attention.  I have been trying to work with him all week, but he isn't getting it.  Buster and Jazzy are starting to loathe him.  I am not sure what to do about it.  He has learned everything else so fast.  But this is getting worse instead of better.  I am starting to think he needs to go to a home where he is the only pet and will have all the attention lavished on him.  If anyone has any ideas let me know.  I would like to be able to keep him.

R is doing ok, but he comes home absolutely exhausted and pale.  He wouldn't even take a day off to recoup from his head injury and being a stubborn man he refuses to admit there is a problem.  I could just smack the doctor for telling him he was fine to go back to work the next day.

Other than the laundry, I haven't gotten much done this week.  I need to start on my project for the blog party, but I just haven't been able to between dogs, hail and injured husbands.  I will somehow get it done...I always do.  I will keep you posted on my progress.

Hugs, K. <3

Divorced Over Dinner

I am absolutely convinced that the most commonly asked question for people who co-habitate is "What do you want for dinner?" I am equally convinced that when you are married, no matter what a peach your spouse is and how much you love them...there are just going to be days when you want to throttle them.

If you have been reading my posts lately, then you know that I have really stepped it up on the cooking this week. I made the Beef Wellington, I made this awesome wide Swedish pasta with hot spicy sauce and hot Italian sausage. I made marinated lemon chicken with tabouli stuffed tomatoes. I made brisket with black beans and strawberries and even baked biscuits to go with it. Not bad for a girl who hates cooking and prefers microwave or take out.

Yesterday I was already exhausted and sick and I told R he had to pick out dinner today. This afternoon I was halfway through my many errands, and at the grocery store. I was already so tired, having trouble breathing and my feet hurt. I still had to make two more stops. I called R and asked him what he wanted for dinner. The man had the temerity to say...."I dunno what do you want? Just pick something, walk around and see what looks good." I think he realized just how grievous an error that was when he was met with very long silence on the phone. I am sure he had no idea what I was doing...in truth my Irish temper that I usually keep in check, was suddenly unleashed with a vengeance. I was standing in the deli mentally saying words that would make a sailor blush and using every ounce of willpower I had to not scream into the phone "if you don't pick something I am going to divorce you!!!"

I am almost certain there isn't a judge in the world that would deny me the divorce either. "Um yes your honor, the grounds are he refused to tell me what he wanted for dinner." GRANTED!

Ok I am kidding, I wouldn't divorce him...but I swear I get terribly sick of the dinner battle. I get even more sick of the pat response "I don't know, what do you want?" I think this is the standard answer for 98% of husbands in the world for any question their wife asks them concerning food, outings and furniture purchases. I think they actually believe that somehow makes our lives easier. Well husbands...if you're reading this...it doesn't...just pick something for once, before we beat you senseless!