So here's what our garden looks like now:Actually this was last week, so its even bigger now. No. That's definitely not all ours. However, I am awkwardly standing next to our tomatoes. Mike wanted to know what I was doing. "Something weird, I'm sure" is how I responded. Our plot kinda starts from where I'm standing up until the tripod trellis for the pole beans and then across from it we have half of that for our pumpkins and cucumber and squash and whatnot.

Anyone have any good tomatillo recipes? I'm going to have quite possibly a gabillion of them if all continues to go the way it has been. Oh, and I'll have the first tomato from the whole garden ready today when I go home. Chomp.

I'm planning a surprise birthday party for my grandma that is happening at the end of the month. Want to guess what the theme is??


No, that's not a giant baby rattle, just the beginnings of a decoration and this is just one of the many things I'm making. I've been having a lot of fun making stuff I've found on Pinterest. I just love the idea of having a pretty party so now I'm actually going for it! I'll post more as I finish projects. Oh and the theme is pretty easy, purples, greens, and doilies. Hey, I had to have a direction!

For some inexplicable reason I fell in love with a garden statue. Yes, its ridiculous. I think that's why I liked it. Of course. However, I just wasn't willing to buy it. This statue came up in conversation one day with our next door neighbor and garden mate. Wouldn't you know it, yesterday Mike was looking out the kitchen window at the garden and says, "There's pigs!" Yeah, I sure didn't know what he was talking about. Turns out our neighbor had went and bought that ridiculous statue for us for our first garden. Sweet right?

If my yard ever starts filling with garden statues like this. I give each and every one of you permission to say, "You have enough, Nicole."

So we all know i'm a little...childlike. I can say it. I embrace it. However, I did kinda think I'd outgrow it a bit as I got older. Well, today as I took the GIANT clothespin off of my red nose I realized it might not be in the cards for me. You know what, I'm happy about it.

This all came crashing down on me this afternoon as I strung together a few things I've done in the office at work in these last two days. Yesterday as I was sitting with the office door wide open and in plain sight, I played the game "spin around in the chair while not using your legs" and later jumped and hopped down the hallway making sure I didn't step on any of the tile cracks without a second thought about it. Surely, by now I should think about doing those things before I do them, right? Eh well.

I think this demonstrates my point appropriately. P.S. This is probably the most fantastic photo I've ever taken of myself. P.P.S. My lips are not that red.

After looking at those pictures of those gorgeous strawberries, you might think that's why I asked that question. Not so much. You see this morning, before work (go me!) I went and picked those lovely things at my childhood friends father's berry patch. They are DELICIOUS. You kinda forget how "real" strawberries are supposed to taste after a winter of the ones in the plastic crates.

Anyways, back to the bit about heaven. When you pick strawberries at someone's field at the peak of season you are inevitably going to be picking next to someone. And that's just fine and dandy.

However, at 7:30 a.m. when I'm enjoying some relaxing strawberry picking, I honestly don't want to hear the question, "Do you believe in heaven?" from the man picking next to me. I have no way to get out of the situation. While he was certainly a lovely and kind man, I just thought, "Heaven, help me." That's probably wrong, right? Seriously, though, where did that question even come from? Sigh. I wonder if my blue toes and accidentally low cut top made it look like I needed saving.