Oh, the fun of home ownership

We love it. It's great. We no longer have a reason to bang the broomstick on the ceiling, climb up 2 flights of stairs to bring in groceries, and no one parking next to our cars (leaving multiple dings in the process). How did we survive in an apartment for so long?


Before home ownership, Glen: "I can't wait to have our own yard to mow, take care of plants, barbecue, do whatever we want."

After home ownership:

"Damn, I've got to mow the lawn again! That shit grows like crazy!"

Our backyard needed a little TLC today, so we spent about 2 hours weeding flower beds, pruning, and another 3 hours replacing our birdbath, planting new flowers, putting out barkdust. Here's what our superdog Tech did:

















Boy, has he got it made. Here is part of our backyard, for those of you who haven't seen it:





(That pile of potting soil is where the birdbath goes.)



Anyway, things went well. We can't complain (much). If only we could have bought the house in the middle of July to know that our neighbor to the back of us has a lawn so large that he only mows the 1/2 closest to his house...we get to enjoy the 6-foot tall "native grasses" that so conveniently leave their spawn to blow into the wind and establish their seeds in our flower beds...arghhhh. Did I mention the fact that our fence is slatted cedar, which allows growth in between slats? Seriously, it looks like we should be sprouting corn any day now...

(see to the far right)

This also displays one of the FEW disadvantages to owning a male dog....shrub burnout!