4 Things Not Meant to Be

getting to bed before 1:00 a.m. on Saturday night

having enough time to shower Sunday morning (which means triage - do I want clean skin or clean hair?)

having enough time to get ready for church (which also means triage - is my face or hair more important? So far, my face wins. Somebody tell me if that's wrong.)

getting to church on time

Restaurant Monotony

I hung out with my BGF yesterday. Recently it seems like the only thing we do with each other is go out to eat. When I saw him yesterday, I was just dropping by his house for a short while, and I was glad that we were doing something different - even though different meant simply chatting it up at his place. After we talked about Twilight for awhile - yes, he is reading the books - he asked if I was hungry.

"Well, I could eat," I reply because I'm not feeling like I need to eat. "Are you hungry?"

He shrugs. "It would be something to do."

So we went and grabbed some chow. Uggh! Any suggestions to break the monotony?

Bank Robbery / Love

My brother has been telling me about a particular music video for awhile now, and I finally watched it when Lu randomly included a link to it in an e-mail to me - was it just yesterday? I don't know, but I do know that I have watched the video LOTS of times. Enjoy!

Making a Garden

Warren and the tiller in the morning. We have a big day ahead of us. I think most of the day was spent tilling the hard ground, which had a lot of rocks and caliche in it.
Teaching Devin how to use the tiller.I was pretty useless - I raked while the guys did the hard work.
After tilling we spread composted mulch over the area.
Next came vegetable fertilizer.We planted most of the above items. Some are yet to be planted. Ahhh . . . happy, industrious gardeners.
Zac looking smug about his work. Before planting, he and a few other guys - wait! I actually tried a row - tilled the dirt, mulch, and fertilizer together.Warren and I planting carrots, I think. Ta-da!!! A garden.
After roughly six hours of labor, this is what we ended up with. It was a great way to spend Labor Day, and I'm totally indebted to the friends who helped make it happen. It was tiring, and some of us got pretty burnt in the process, but it was a satisfying work - an enjoyable work.
Abbie and I spotted two sprouts yesterday, and the things that were already plants haven't wilted and died yet, so cross your fingers.

Cocky is Not Good

This evening is one of my rather melancholy ones. It's funny how stuck on one's self one can get - like a girl thinking she can make friends with somebody just because she wants to and thinking that she's good at making friends with people when she want to be friends with them. Haha! Life will help that girl figure out that she's not quite as right in her thinking as she wants to think she is.

Other than that, I am looking forward to tomorrow. I am so excited to have the day off. This is not going to be any normal day off, though. In fact, I rather expect to be worn out by the end. A friend is bringing a tiller and mulch, and we are hopefully making the garden - yea! I am excited to try. If I think about it, I will take pictures at various stages of the process to bore you with. I'm not sure what time he's coming, but I'm afraid that it could be earlier than I'm wanting to be up on a day off, so I'd better get to bed. Good night.