All the Pretty Colors

I am super excited that Spring has finally decided to arrive. 

It was like mother nature decided to flip a switch May 1st and bring on the color and the weather. A double whammy for putting up with that cold shit this past winter. I'm super happy about the change.

The days are getting longer, the nights are beautiful, and the air just smells nice. That fresh cut grass smell? One of my favorites. Somebody needs to bottle that up. They'd make a killing.

If all goes as planned, Ryan and I will be moving downstairs into a three bedroom apartment towards the end of the month. We'll have direct access to the backyard and I pretty much have free reign to garden to my heart's delight! We're also really excited for all the extra storage space. There are closets GALORE. It'll beat the three closets and attic we're currently working with.

I'm going to miss our apartment though. It has mostly south west facing windows with afternoon light that makes you want to curl up and cozy. It's just so pretty. And it was our first place as a couple. Our first home, you know?

I can tell you I'm not looking forward to moving though. All the boxing up stuff; getting all our crap down from the attic. I hate that part. And looking at the calendar, the weekend the move would fall on is when our first triathlon is. So that might get pushed...the move not the tri. We've already trained wayyyyy too much to give up on it now.

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Part of the responsibilities that come with the downstairs apartment is cleaning the front hall and taking care of the lawn. The boys before us did a crap job last year and I'm looking forward to taking pride in my renter-ship. The fruit of my labors will actually bring fruit from the pear trees in the backyard. And now that we have a door right to the yard. there will be so much more outdoor cooking. There's so much I want to do and I can't wait to start on it all.

For now, I'll just be relaxing and planning. I have a feeling this to do list will be a few pages long.... You know, there's boxes to find, light fixtures to upgrade, rooms to be painted.... The list goes on. 

To Do Lists

I love lists. 

I live and die by lists. At any given time there could be five lists floating around the apartment, my cubical at work, or in the bottomless abyss that is my bag. Lists are my thing. Crossing stuff off my lists is something like pure heaven.

I must be the weirdest person ever. 

This past weekend I wanted to do SO MUCH. Naturally, I wrote a list. This is what it looked like:

hilly bike ride (two for one Sunday)

long bike ride

run (Saturday)

bake (peanut butter apple bars, yum!)

new recipe (I slow cooked a ham?)

pictures 

clean

laundry (Monday)

mow lawn (wouldn't start, trimmed trees and raked instead)

criminal minds

farmers' market

married at first sight (obsessed!)

practice softball

repot plants 

buy big planter for raspberry bush (Ollie's FTW)

x-ray (Friday)

I'm almost positive my husband thinks I'm crazy all half the time. Especially when this is the "before" of me repotting my house plants.

Once I get an idea in my head, I envision what I need to do and do it in the exact order and way I imagine it. If it doesn't happen, I tend to go a little crazy. I'll call it a quirk. Quirks are cute, right? Crazy is just, not cute.

I've accumulated so many plants since college. My apartment nearly looks like a jungle. One plant here. Another from Nana. One plant sprouted a new one. It's ridiculous.

My first goal? Get rid of the plastic pots. As my mother-in-law would say, "It looks generic." The only pot I did buy was for my snake tongue plant. All these other ceramic pots I've had. They were just waiting for fresh soil and a new plant.

By the time all was said and done, I had a huge pile of dirt in the middle of the kitchen floor, three less plastic pots, still more empty ceramic ones, and a husband with a broom. A total win if I ever saw one.

It took about two hours to replant pretty much every plant I have. But I'm really happy with the way they look and they all have fresh soil mixed in now too. It's things like that, when you cross them off your list, you just breath a little easier. 

I mean, it's totally pointless. But it feels so good. Especially when I can rearrange the plants and take back my basket.

Not too shabby, huh? Now it's time to start on my next to do list. Still up? Cleaning...