Weekend Update – Camping

I had the most amazing weekend (other than having to work on Sunday)! Camping was definitely what I needed to forget about work. Other than the tent being impossible to set up, all was fabulous! Here’s a few photos to sum everything up:

I sliced my hand open before we even left the house.

The dogs had a lovely swim and stunk like lake afterwards.

Saw this little guy and took a picture. Is it a moth or butterfly? I can't never remember the difference.

C & me, just chilling out

I heard the bird behind me and thought it was a giant bumblebee. Turns out it wasn't!

How was YOUR weekend?

Pukey brown-green thumb

My thumb is not green. Well, maybe a little, like a muddy, pukey brown-green, but not a healthy green.

Not too long after I started my job at the paper, the office was presented with a pretty plant for being a great supporter of a local acting group. Apparently I was responsible for watering the plant, even though we received it on my day off before the weekend. The hot. Dry. Weekend. So, of course, we get to the office and the plant is dead. FML.

So, my awesome Grandma bought me those funky watering globes that you see on TV. Yeah, I managed to let the other office plant almost die.

Now I have the reputation of a plant killer, even though I really don’t think I am one. I have two bamboo plants that I haven’t killed, although one is HUGE and needs to have its roots trimmed or something (Can you do that? They’ve taken over the vase!) and an awesome ficus, which has actually gotten bigger and thicker since I adopted it. I don’t, however, water the plants that the mother-in-law has left at our house (well, her house that we’re renting). IMHO, they’re not mine so why bother watering them? It wasn’t in the rent agreement. (Not that we have one.)

Anyway, now I have a lovely little spider plant on my desk at work and it’s so cute and adorable, I really don’t want to kill it! Feast your eyes on its cuteness:

The girls at the office had a good chuckle at me “gardening” my plant into it’s little pot, but I want it to live, dammit! Maybe it’s just the office plants I tend to kill. I’m so busy doing everything else (most of the time) that I don’t remember to water them. To fix this, I’ve put a reminder notification in my calendar for every Friday at 2pm. This way, I can’t forget to water it, right? Right.

You know the saying, “If you can keep a plant alive, you can raise a kid”? Yeah, I like to go by the other one, “If you can raise a puppy, you can raise a kid.” Daphne turned out okay, didn’t she?



I like to think I did okay, green thumb-less and all!

Maybe it’s a fur-thumb?