OCD, anyone?

I won't even hide the fact that NZ and I are super organized. He with the important stuff, me with the not-so-important stuff..Like organizing the fridge.

We took a trip to COSTCO this morning to stock up on food for the week, and I spent the rest of the afternoon portioning out our veggies, fruit & cottage cheese while also manning the BBQ for the first time since we got the new one. I pulled off a serious feat..both tri tip and chicken without overcooking! Woohoo!

So, yeah, I'm a bit obsessive compulsive when it comes to our fridge and organization.

Chicks

With my love of all things egg related, it only makes sense that we have chickens of our own. NZ had chickens when he was little, and we're looking forward to building a coop, buying some chicks and having fresh eggs...Soon enough there will be no more weekend trips to COSTCO to buy our weekly 5 dozen.

I am stoked. A new garden AND chickens?? I may just become the next Inga Garten, only cuter.

Sh!tty Kitty

Beav earned himself a new nickname this morning.

Sh!tty Kitty..and I mean literally.

Smack dab in the middle of our guestroom bed.

Thanks, dude. I'm gonna send you the dry cleaning bill.

You've got mail...

A lil bit o' love arrived in my mailbox today from Ma'am & Miss Jen...I'm still sad that I had to postpone our visit, but now I have something to look forward to later this summer...We WILL have a girls weekend..and it WILL be fun. No doubt about it.

My friends Rock.

Proof

Proof that from a young age I knew one way to snag a man was through his stomach..I ran across this photo of me & my childhood friend, Ben when we were about 3....
mmmmmm, chips and dip..Have some!

I was such a good girlfriend I even hand fed him.

So all you boys that passed me up in high school and college, too bad so sad..

Nick's the lucky winner (=

girls don't like dirt

Now that the office is almost completed ( we're just short closet doors), NZ took the opportunity to work outside this weekend. Better yet, our neighbor offered to help! We got super lucky in the neighbor department...if I do say so myself. It's more than just a "Hi, how are you" relationship with them...We borrow from them, they borrow from us...it's sorta like an open door policy. We like that neighborly thing we've got going. Far too often you hear of people feuding with their a-hole neighbors...but, thankfully..that's not us. We like where we're at.

Anyhow, my neighborly love aside, I'm also diggin' the new location of our ramshackled shed ( previous owner "gifted" it to us..gee, thanks old man). I'm debating asking NZ if he thinks I would be able to give it a fresh coat of paint, a D.I.M. ( Do-it-myself) make over..I know, it's just a shed, but ick. It's brown and white. My girlfriends would understand, right ma'am??

NZ dug out the side of our hill, put in a retaining wall, leveled the ground and laid brick...Minus the hill digging, everything else was done today. He's a workhorse, dude. No one works harder than my ol man..

I of course, oversaw the whole thing while sitting out in the sun, enjoying some human interaction. After a week of being housebound anything else is exciting..Including watching other people work. Isn't that sad?

Anyhow, we've got about 150 feet more to dig out and repeat the retaining wall process...and I'm thinking, I'm going to be able bodied soon, so I am sure I will be put to work too..

But don't those silly boys know, girls don't like dirt..Not this one, at least.

18 lbs of pure lovin'

Alright, so maybe we feed our kitty the best brand of kitty food..so good in fact, that we end up feeding the neighbor's cats, the raccoons and any other furry critter that happens to enjoy a good meal around here...


What's the problem in that, you ask?


Uhm, an 18 lb cat...that's the problem.

Beav loves his Felidae so much that he is officially 18 lbs of pure lovin'.


I found this out today when I received his veterinary report card. Unbelievable.


18 lbs, buddy!


Anyhow, the vet visit went alright. He's had a wound on his leg for a while, and we had been watching it, but when he started limping on Sunday we thought we ought to take him in to have it checked...Well, then a whirlwind of events happened the next 48 hours, and so finally, 3 days later, we got him into a vet to check it out.


Good news: No fracture in his leg.

Bad News: Cellulitis of the wound on his leg ( I am a terrible kitty parent!) requiring antibiotics...I can just see myself trying to chase him down 2x a day for his dosing..It was a circus this morning trying to get him into the carrier..Poor NZ went off to work wearing black cat fur on his shirt. Beav is also, surprisingly, OLD. He has some bridging of his back, which basically comes from age...So, he's also got some NSAIDS to alleviate the inflamation..


Sheesh, do they offer Medicare for kitties? If so, we need to jump on that program!