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 Also, figured out what was causing the crazy washback issues with the drainage! They had put in the 5" landscape plastic divider stuff but not put any kind of drainage in under it. So it was making like a dam basically where the stuff beyond it was washing up to/under the fence but the stuff in front of it had no where to drain to, so it was pushing the massive amount of random top soil they had kept adding more and more of towards that dam while washing it away from the house and patio, which was causing the water to pool. Good idea in theory, terrible execution. So now we get to fix it the right way and it should make a HUGE difference. Not to mention, I'll be putting in native tallish grasses along the fence line, which root down like 6' or so which will help with both water pooling/draining as well as keeping the dirt from eroding. Ornamental imported type plants have very shallow root systems and do basically nothing to control erosion and washout. The planning and designing is still more fun than the actual labor but I'm getting strong enough now that I'm able to do more and more of the physical labor on my own which is cool. 50lb bag of rocks feels like nothing now when I could barely hoist it a few inches off the ground to shuffle with it previously. Anyways, the overwhelming part is done, now all that's left is the manual labor 
 who would have known 


My mom used to pull our pants down to show our white ass to people to prove we were her'sCan't tell you how many people how commented on how "healthy" I look lately. So I suppose day glow white equates to sickly? Idk the comment is usually followed by "when did you get so tan?!" Which is why that's my assumption lmao.
I guess there's a *little* difference
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 We used to get so dark in the summer we did not look related. My dad would get olive. My brother and I were tribal.I would be lying if I said I hadn't done that to the boys beforeMy mom used to pull our pants down to show our white ass to people to prove we were her'sWe used to get so dark in the summer we did not look related. My dad would get olive. My brother and I were tribal.

My mother was a Southern Bell reincarnatedI would be lying if I said I hadn't done that to the boys before![]()
. I am sure our skin color troubled her in the summer. 
#1 takes after my dad's side HARD. He looks so much like my brother its scary sometimes lol. Looking at pics of my dad at my brother's age now is like a carbon copy and it's unsettlingMy mother was a Southern Bell reincarnated. I am sure our skin color troubled her in the summer.
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 They all have those olive tones and get super tan. I take more after my mom's side which is super English and Dutch. So super fair with the tendency to burn, and *then* tan later lol. Never as quickly or as deeply as my siblings though. Genetics are fun.Creative mother. If I could give her points, I would.My mom used to pull our pants down to show our white ass to people to prove we were her'sWe used to get so dark in the summer we did not look related. My dad would get olive. My brother and I were tribal.

A pot hoarder you say. Sounds like something my dearest would say, were she not so kind about my gardening mischief. Pots aren't the only thing - peanut butter jars for storing weed is another.Hubby was like "do you think we have enough pots?" Cause I'm a notorious pot hoarder and the lady who owned the house was very very *very* into her yard and potted plants apparently. Most of mine are like nursery pots, and I tossed any of the ones that crinkle-squishes when I squeezed them so I got rid of a *ton* but yeah between the two of us I know have quite the selection! I will say, I've never seen that many matching Rubbermaid pots and saucers all together. This lady was meticulously organized and tidy. We pulled out the box we found the craftsman drill in last year and the original owners manual from 1969 was in it.
