Darn This Addiction!

This addiction to MY courtyard is going to kill me.  I'm telling you.

Where have I been you might ask?  How about shopping...

Look closely at that tag.  See "New Mexico" on there?  Oh yeah!  You don't know what you're missing if you haven't had New Mexican Green Chili Peppers.

My mouth is watering right now with the thought of all the cheesy enchilada's I'll be making.

And not only did we do a little shopping, but we did a little gift receiving.

Sun Gold tomatoes anyone?  The Literary Musician's Grandmother on her father's side sent this one over.  Apparently these are supposed to be pretty darn tasty as a snack or on salads.

So, now I really have a dilemma.  I have a pinto bean (that is once again vertical thanks to cheap imitation Scotch tape), two tomato plants (if my Roma Tomato plant survives), cucumber, and a pumpkin vine all growing quite nicely.  Yet, I still only have sand, rocks, weeds and mountains of goatheads.

The only solution was to make a raised bed.

Back to Lowe's Bad Boy went!

There's more soil than that.  In fact, I think I have exactly 1,360,452 pounds of soil in my garage at the moment.  But this picture sums it up.  Bad Boy is going to take this area:

...and clear it of all the pea gravel, goathead stickers, and pull the one weed for me.  Once he's done that, Bad Boy will then proceed to level out the area, get all Tim Allen on me and build me a raised bed.  :-D

*insert second giddy happy dance of the week here*

I don't think I can contain my excitement.  In fact, I was was SO excited about the fact that I'll soon have a little garden to stare at from my kitchen window when I'm doing dishes, that I couldn't stay in the house.  Which brings me back to this:

Remember how disappointed I was in myself for not removing my "crap" before I took a picture for blogging?  Yes, I'm showing you once again.

Note the giant boulders and the debris pile.  And how there's weeds behind that slide there.  Oh and don't miss the dips and valleys and all around general bumpy terrain because we were so great about keeping it level.

*rolls eyes*

Well, Bad Boy and I spent THREE HOURS out there yesterday raking and leveling and rolling boulders while chatting it up with one of our wonderful neighbors that shares the property line.

Yes, the neighbors house is on the property line.  All our neighborhood is like that.  I don't know what they were thinking, whoever "they" were, when they decided to do this.

Stupid.

So all the boulders were moved.  And the ammonia smelling dust clouds.

This used to be our Moose's pit stop.

*crinkles nose*

This was just plain disgusting.  We'll have to go to Sam's Club and purchase about 500 gazillion gallons of vinegar to dump in this area.

*pukes a little in mouth*

ANYWAY.

Once it was nice and level, we swept it.

*rolls in laughter*

It works though.  So, whatever.  The ground is FLAT.  And this morning, it looked like this:

See our cute little fire pit over there?  Neighbor gave it to us free.  ;-)  And see all the rocks that have migrated (on their own of course) to the corner?  Yep.  I'm turning it into a mini rock garden!  I will have plant life in the corner and along the neighbors house, fire pit in the middle and seating all around on a stone patio. 

*daydreams coming true*

In the meantime, since we received the fire pit, we had to repair it.  And since Bad Boy was on a repairing streak for me, he replaced the wheels on the fire pit and took this bad caulking job...

*pause*

*rolls in hysterical laughter*

*end pause*

and turned it into a good caulking job!

*insert more hysterical laughter*

Okay.  I'm not in my thirties at all.

I'm in my dirty thirties!

And now, me and Bad Boy's backs are aching from our addiction to home improvement.

*falls down dead from side splitting laughter*