Alright. Everyone can stop making fun of me now for my last post! I'll tell you what happened real quick. I made a really long post that was one big venting session about a really frustrating situation I had at work last week. After completing it and posting it, I decided there was probably a little too much information on there about the student I was hating, and I didn't want to get into trouble with FERPA laws or anything, cuz knowing my luck he would find my blog and kill me. So I deleted it, and I didn't know how to delete the whole post, just the text and stuff, so it looks like I posted nothing. So there.
So for this post, you need to know some background about my genetics. Half of my chromosomes came from my mother, and half of them came from my father (Imagine that). In most visible things about my body, my father's characteristics have been more strongly passed on than my mothers. I have my dad's fair skin, not my mom's olive skin. I have my dad's awesome bendy acrobatic thumbs, I have his fine and blonde hair, I have his build, and lots of other things. Amazingly, I don't look like a man with all this in common with a man...at least I don't think so, others are entitled to their own opinions. However, there is one thing that I know for sure I got from my mom, and I am still bitter about it. Out of all the things she could have passed on to her daughter, she chose to pass on her horrible reactions to bug bites. When my dad gets bit, IF he gets bit, he doesn't even know it. He never feels itchy and scratchy and hateful due to bites. In fact, currently my parents are fighting a flea infestation out in the chicken coop, and my dad has to do most of the work because if he gets bit, WHO CARES? Definately not him. My mom, on the other hand, gets big swollen bug bites that itch and she scratches until they bleed and scab over. Yep, me too. Currently, I have a bite on my leg (which I got from playing volleyball far past dusk, not very smart) which has a diameter of that of a tennis ball. A FREAKING TENNIS BALL!!! That's huge!!!! So that is why I hate bugs. Because they love me and my sweet self, and they sure let themselves be known, even long after their death which usually occurs on me as well. Then I have stupid bug venom swirling around under my skin puffing out my skin, and dead bug juice smearing across the top of my skin as well. That's a double wammy and more reason to hate bugs.
This post is to document the journey our outside of our house has been on over the last few years. A lot of these projects I took on this summer, and a few I did earlier. I am so happy with where we are currently at, but still have some plans before it's finished. So, here is what it looked like the day we bought the house. Seven years ago. Don't let the "grass" fool you. It's just weeds. And the ugly brown window trims paired with the ridiculously old glass in the windows and the green brick with maroon grout. Not too pretty. We have since painted the door, trim, and replaced the windows. Also replaced the porch light and house numbers. This spring we also had a new concrete half circle driveway installed. We live on a busy street and our front yard is useless and our driveway is tiny. So now we have much more functionality, less weeds, and overall happiness. After the driveway was installed, I also ripped out the rest of the grass and installed some decorative...
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