In Which We Fish Like the Pros

This morning we went fishing.

In a glorious display of my uncontrollably amazing fishing skills, I caught many various forms of plant life. It was thrilling. After 30 minutes of this unspeakable adventure, I retreated to my book (and my cell phone), and basked in the glory of the sunshine. (Read: got a bit of sunburn)

John had more luck with actual fish. They were just little ones. But he still wrangled them into the boat with much gusto, and it was even more thrilling than the plant life. (If you can believe that.) And then he let them go.

Also, we saw swans.

A great time was had by all. (Except, perhaps, the fish.)

June Bugs: A Correction

Apparently this is a much more accurate representation of what I looked like as a Wee Lassie when I saw a June Bug. (According to my brother who lovingly drew this and emailed it to me.)

I guess that about sums it up.
What can I say... I just don't like June Bugs.

In other news:
It is raining. Again.
My new dishwasher works splendidly.
Peter and Holly are moving to Salt Lake City.
I found some black pants I think might be long enough to reach my ankles.
I just ate angel food and strawberries for supper. Yum.

All in All, a Good Day

I ran some errands and finished up a couple projects, John tilled between the rows in the garden, and then I hoed around the plants. Then we got a new dishwasher (our old one stopped working several weeks ago), and get this- John installed it himself! Here's the proof:

A pretty productive day (although relatively boring to read about, I'm sure)! Now, if only I could get him to take down that hideous wallpaper...

This Enemy is the Worst Enemy of All the Enemies

When I was just a Wee Lassie, I grew to have an unprecedented hatred of this creature above all other creatures on the planet:


That's it, Ladies and Gentlemen. The June Bug.

Ugh.

One time, my brother, knowing full well the depth of my disliking of these creatures, and having likely been witness to a recent phenomenon wherein we (myself and the June Bug that is, not my brother) happened to come closer then either of us preferred, said brother drew a very lovely picture of me, as I appeared during the aforementioned encounter.

This is similar to what that picture looked like.


And while it is a proven fact that brothers can be very pesky at times, I have to admit that it is entirely possible that this may in fact be a fairly accurate representation. This picture sums up quite well my feelings toward all things June Bug.

And alas, as happens most every year around this time, it is June.

And we all know what that means for the big stupid disgusting and deplorable thing that is the June Bug.

Ugh.

In Which the Living Room Becometh Less Naked

So we wanted to do the living room with an African theme. And while we could just wait and get authentic remnants from Africa when we go to pick up the babe, there are a couple of drawbacks to this plan:
1. That could be a long time from now, and meanwhile, the LR stands empty, barren, and lonely.
2. We'd have to carry it all back somewhere in our luggage, along with a frightened baby/toddler, ourselves, and all the supplies that that entails.
So, I figgered up a plan. Let's just put some un-authentic stuff around, and then we can get authentic stuff when we are there in whatever quantity we can fit.

So I go shopping around. I found some cute stuff, including but not limited to the following items:

And I was looking on Amazon, and found these wall hanging things, and I thought they would be just lovely for my African Inspired Decor,

but they wanted lots of money. So, being a practiced cheapskate, I thought to myself, "Self, you can make those for lots less money than that. You shall now learn to carve wood." So I skedaddled over Hobby Lobby, and found myself some worthy utensils, and here you go:

So, I altered a couple of the designs from the original, but this is my finished product(s):

Could be I'm biased, but I like them. :)

How Does Your Garden Grow

So I was admiring my garden the other day, thinking how it seemed to be growing nicely, (at least some of the veggies I planted are growing) and I could see actual rows of foliage from my back porch. (although you can't really see them here... really people, it does actually bear some semblance to a real live garden, complete with actual plant life, if you see it in person)

and then I happened to look over and notice that the neighbor's garden was even oh-so-much wonderful-er, complete with bigger and greener plants, sure to give more numerous, juicier, and more lovely fruits this summer. Blast.

And just to clarify, this is not the neighbor who has hitherto been known as the Lawn Nazi. This is the neighbor on the other side. Double blast. The Lawn Nazi's lawn, of course, actually looks like this:

Keeping in mind, of course, that this is the back part of said lawn. Yeah. The part no one else can even see.