Fattening stripes

Supper tonight is horizontal striped pizza.

Moving target

The Target in Eagle Rock has shopping cart escalators! I wonder what happens if you leave toddler in it? And if there are representatives from Child Services waiting at the bottom to whisk children away from their parents?

Stumped

I feel inadequate. I want a smoke belching giant tree stump grinder too!

Late equines

I think Rudolph had too much to drink and is quite late for Xmas.



I was digging holes in the backyard and I found a horse shoe! How lucky! Well, not lucky for the horse. It's long since dead. But horsie probably slept in my living room once upon a time.

Wet spot

Preston hates ivy too.



Side yard cleared out in preparation for future vineyard. Concrete pavers form another path to nowhere. Just like my career.



The rain permeable patio is nearly completed. I keep bonking my head on the orange tree branches when I walk on the patio.



Trees and shrubbery in the holding area awaiting their final homes. Like waiting in line for Space mountain. (Or death row, depending on who you talk to.)



All gone! With only a tell tale mulch ass print as proof it was there.



To celebrate the annihilation of the mulch pile, I ate tomatillo braised pork loin.

Parasitic mulch

Not only have I not made a dent in reducing the wood chip pile, I think it's actually growing.

Open up

Hannah says, "I want to eat clams too."



And I saved a few clams to make linguine alla vongole for tonight. I saved a few clams by buying clams from Costco too.

Warehouse of the sea

It's seafood friday at Costco! I LOVE seafood fridays at Costco.



New England clam chowder made from scratch. So very delicious. I don't even miss the tin can taste.

Path to nowhere

Overgrown bouganvilla trimmed back and starting anew. What is this sunlight thing now filtering into my living room?



Another arbor kit. When you own one arbor, it's landscape interest. When you have two arbors, it's continuity. When you have three arbors, you've got OCD. Please stop me when I have three arbors.



Assembled in less than an hour. The trick is the use of overkill power tools. Manly power tools. Now if only there was a power tool to make the grapes grow up the arbor faster.



Square concrete patio pavers. On sale 99 cents each. Anal retentively stacked into three identical towers, each layer rotated 45 degrees to allow fingergrips on the corners. Easier on the fingers. Not just nerdy, but pre-planning nerdy.

Sitting pretty

So what does Preston do after his bath? He seeks out the muddiest part of the yard and lies in it. This is his way of helping out with the patio project. He's keeping it warm for me.



Split pea soup. Chinese style! With red dates, goji berries, and a tad of 5 spice powder. This cleaning out the pantry is hard work. And the menus are getting a bit more far out than normal.

Mucho mulcho

Yay mulch! I havn't even begun to put a dent in the mulch pile.



Baby tomato seedlings. I'll be enjoying fresh heirloom tomatos while the fools at the market are paying over $5 a lb for them. I wonder if Paris Hilton will come out with a line of Heiress tomatos? Paris Hilton tomatos would be pink, thin skinned, mostly seeds and pulp, soluable in grain alcohol, and highly prone to blossom end rot.

Burying taste

Using old papers and bags as weed barriers. A good solution to society's identity theft problems. Worms tell no secrets.



I got suckered in to buying one of these alien bumpy melons. They had to do a price check at the supermarket because nobody buys these. Ick Ick Ick. These are not edible at all. And the aftertaste lingers for hours. Ick Ick Ick Ick. I'm going to save the seeds to grow alien bumpy melons and foist this nastiness onto my friends at a future dinner party. I have to get my money's worth in entertainment, if not in taste or nutrition.

Hot head

Giant baby head precariously balanced on teeny tiny body.



Oranges! Juicy delicious oranges. From the front yard, Fewer orange thieves this year. Though, more squirrel loss.



Unseasonably hot March. Freakin' hot. Damn global warming. I blame Dick Cheney. To protest, I will spew more hydrocarbons by using the propane barbeque and grill meats and potatos to add additional BTU's and particulates to the atmoshpere.