Greener Grass

We offically have a back yard!

It took 7 months from our move in date but we have sod laid on what used to be a small version of the utah desert surrounded by white vinyl.

I learned some things about sod. It is incredibly high mainenance. It goes through a series of death and resurrection. It enjoys drowning in water.

I work monday through thursday now as a dental assistant for a small office in the area and the sod was convienently laid on my first day of work, as well as the day I dropped my husband off for 2 weeks in Elko. Meaning, that I was unable to water the grass for the 8 hours a day I was at work.

If you are familiar with sod, you know this to be quite a predicament. I have done my best to uphold all the rules. I bought an expensive little sprinkler tractor that makes its rounds around the house, saturating every inch of that expensive dirt while I am away.

Unfortunately, this hasn't been all peaches and cream since our dear mini john deere likes to fall over periodically and skyrocket a stream of water into our neighbors yard. Luckily, she is a darling older lady who loves me, our dogs and our little urban farm in the making.

Our other neighbors, I can not say feel the same.

Recently, on my lunch break, I was forced to chase around our white leghorn chicken in his backyard because it had decided it literally wanted to fly the coop. Granted these are the neighbors who do not seem to embody the sort of thing any person who lives in the suburbs should get over. Like the fact that people have pets, people have kids who make noise and people are generally are much more relaxed then they are. We are getting the feeling they like us less and less with each passing day.

ooops :)

Speaking of poultry. It seems mine might want to murder me and take over the house. Aside from being general nuisances, they enjoy attempting to break through the glass door, relieving themselves repeatedly on my newly poured patio, and waking me up on my days off by appearing in my bedroom!

A 45 minute chase out of the house ensued and a decision to build them a fenced portion of the yard for themselves was made. And now Justin wants to get a covey of quail to stick in a rabbit hutch!

It seems we might be making a whole new version of Funny Farm in North Idaho. And Chevy Chase ain't got nothing on me as the witty, unlucky main character.

Happy Father's Day!

I am one lucky lady because I was raised with a father who love my mother and who loved my sister and I. We were lucky because it seems now that true men, one's who step up and treat their wives as queens, teach and protect their children and pay their bills are becoming fewer and fewer to find. But I was truely blessed with the man that my father is.

This is David Glenn Bethel.

When we were little at Universal Studios.

And recently at my sister's prom. Forgive my hobo outfit, I had driven 5 hours to surprise them.

I love that aside from the length of his hair, he looks exactly the same as he did when I was 6 to when I was 21. 

He raised my sister and I up to be strong, independent women. We had no brothers so he taught us everything that most would reserve for sons. We learned to climb trees, jump the highest on a trampoline, ski the fastest down a mountain, snowmobile, start a fire and make meals. My mom was never a huge cook so half my domestic skills I probably learned from my father. 

He loved my mother and I believe that was one of the greatest gifts he could give us as his daughters. Because he taught me how a real man loves a woman. I have found that in my husband who is best friends with my dad. I feel so blessed to have these amazing men in my life.

I look forward to the first father's day I get  to spend with my own husband as a daddy and my dad as a grandfather. Soon we will be in that step of life, but for now, I am saying thank you and all my love to the man who loved me unconditionally before any other. 

Now a trip down memory lane!