So Kimmy took the plunge and stepped one year closer to her thirties.

Along with celebrating at Flemming’s with expensive steaks; a birthday present that still hasn’t arrived; balloons; flowers; and cake … she also got the beginnings of our spice draw (I am really looking forward to the spice draw) and a decal for our backsplash.

I have to admit that I am always a little skeptical of things you just slap on and they stick but after a bit of thought stickers are the way to go. 10 years from know when we have kids and they are annoying enough that we feel the urge to change our backsplash from our loving statement about home to something more appropriate like “Sit down, Shut up, eat your food!”

Growing a year older is great for getting presents and cake and such but it is also a time for introspection. As you know doubt know Billy Mays died this past week. Normally Celebrity/Infomercial/TV People’s death very rarely ever enter my consciousness. Billy Mays was a bit of an exception; mostly because CNN/MSNBC felt the urge to shove it down my throat and because I watched Ghost Busters last night. Now as far as I know Billy Mays is not in Ghost Busters (which is still a great movie despite the bad special effects) but he was in many of the commercials that AMC used interrupt my ghost busting experience. Personally, I find it a bit eerie that there is a dead guy in my commercial interruptions … that and it just seems a bit crass somehow.

My Freshly Mown Front Yard

Well it took about a month but I finally had to break down and mow the front yard. There is such a satisfaction in the back and forth conquering of a yard. Being able to see where you’ve been, what you’ve done, what you’ve accomplished and then how much farther you have to go to succeed is all very soothing/satisfying in a way. Of course it would have been more soothing if Texas wasn’t as hot as a football player’s underarm who is running drill son the surface of the sun while wearing a wool jersey. But I digress, the yard is mowed and I enjoyed a content/smug weekend looking at it. Now we just need to decide what to do with that ugly cable box over there on the left, how far back to we want whack the bushes, and what to do with all the wild ivy that is not in the picture. While the ivy is quite pretty it runs rampant like the old USSR and I am certain that if I left it alone long enough it would devoured my yard with a proletariat uprising. So one thing down, only 10,000 more things left to go.