When the Motivation and a Weekend Get Married

Spring seems to bring out my inner motivation.

Well, for a couple of days, at least.

And if I can line up my motivation with my weekend and a few spare minutes, sometimes a little creative magic happens.

I got stupid excited over this little ensemble. It's a clay pot that I set on top of a column of pots that are glued together. It was meant to be a birth bath that my father-in-law created, but the saucer that made the "bath" fell off, so I was left with the column. It is sitting on top of a concrete paver that has cut outs and wasn't too steady, so I scrounged up a random floor tile (being junky has *some* advantages, I guess!) and it fit perfectly to add stability. I had planted several perennials and this vertical placement added some interest. I just l-o-v-e it!

Here's a closer look at how they are glued together:
My husband did me a "favor" and planted some honeysuckle in the front yard....
I'm not complaining toooo much. It smells deeee-vine!!
My rose bush was my biggest surprise. (This is my favorite photo of my roses.)
I counted over a dozen blooms on one bush! (My husband's sure fire way to make sure I get a dozen roses every now and again, I guess!)
Close your eyes and breathe deeply.

Can't you just smell it?

Posting the Lazy Way

Good Gravy! I just got slapped with a wet salmon - really - I have not updated this since you last visited... You would not believe how much more of a drama I could make that. I'm a blogger so I will though!.

I am hopped up on caffeine with setting fire to people wearing Crocs, being distracted by the shiny, just generally being a nuisance to anyone unfortunate to cross my path, my day is passing in a blur from dawn to sun down and beyond. I am putting money aside so I can run away. perchance.

I will try to remember I promised you I will update you with my nefarious activities as soon as I get a chance. Seriously! Don't hold your breath though, you're likely to turn blue..

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Pssst. C'mere...

I am not a financial advisor. I know just enough to be dangerous. Actually, I probably don't know enough and am; therefore, dangerous.

With that encouraging disclaimer out of the way, I'm going to give you a hot stock tip.

Invest in facial tissue.

I'm serious. I am personally buying enough Kleenex and Puffs Plus right now to totally make it a worthwhile venture.

The advent of warmer weather has unleashed some killer pollen. Don't believe the hype about flowers and their beauty. Their beauty is a masquerade. They draw you in with their loveliness. You even lean down to inhale their fragrance and suck up even more of their powerful pollen potion into your airways.

Then you wonder why in the world you can't breathe. Your nasal passages close up completely, yet your nose drips like a faucet defying the laws of physics. I suggest you round out your portfolio with sinus and allergy medicine while you're at it.

All I ask is a small percentage of your profits.

Yeah But, Will I Recover?

I have a fever.

Oh, I'm not laid out in the bed. Thankfully.

No, I have Spring Fever.

In a place where there are never quite four seasons, (just slightly undulating temperatures) I am not immune to this malady. I don't have the excuse of the dark days of winter--forgetting what the green grass looks like because it's covered in snow for a good three months.

I swear it's the flowers.

Apparently, when they open, they release an intoxicant that turns my thoughts to acts of frolicking and frivolity.

That's the only explanation I can offer for the craziness that has taken over me.

Either that or I'm pregnant.

Dear Jesus....No....Please?!

When I get up in the morning, I begin dreaming...."You know, if I didn't have to go to work today, think of all the things I would get done! Those garden beds need overhauling, that room needs painting and the closet needs to get a life."

But the official sign of spring for me is the opening of the "I want a new haircut" campaign. My poor husband. The man who dreams of a girl with softly flowing hair that brushes her shoulders. Oh, he thought he married her. Then she discovered she was a hairdresser/artist who loves nothing more than to find (and try) a new hairstyle and/or color every 15 minutes. Top that off with her love for the unconventional....

Yesterday morning as I was getting ready, I just 1. didn't want to deal with my hair, 2. couldn't find a hat I liked, 3. thought I'd do something really cool and wear a head wrap, 4. decided not to when hubby said people might think I was a chemo patient. I hadn't been this upset over my hair since I WAS pregnant! If I hadn't been late to work (and if hubby hadn't been in the next room), I would have taken scissors to my head and hacked it like there was no tomorrow.

Hey, it IS tomorrow!

All I can say is, you never know what a day will bring forth...