<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1769676538039258889</id><updated>2012-02-16T11:14:49.451-07:00</updated><category term='anniversary san francisco'/><title type='text'>The Lilly Pad</title><subtitle type='html'>Ryan &amp;amp; Laura&amp;#39;s Lilly Pad</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lillywrite.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1769676538039258889/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lillywrite.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08170447830259089856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fnl9-jn_D_0/SRsqTxhf5oI/AAAAAAAAAXo/DhUStxEttSY/S220/7.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1769676538039258889.post-211164282762759993</id><published>2011-06-26T16:11:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T17:23:19.195-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Front Yard Garden</title><content type='html'>Well, we tried the backyard garden plot, but all the shade from the neighbors' trees made that first year's crop turn out looking like the "7 years of famine" corn from Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last year Ryan moved the garden (1 wheelbarrow full of dirt at a time) to the front yard next to the driveway &amp; rebuilt the cedar planks. Total cost: $Free.99!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cnLRSXoE8K0/Tge5jxUJ6DI/AAAAAAAAA1g/FTi-fVqDx6w/s1600/100521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cnLRSXoE8K0/Tge5jxUJ6DI/AAAAAAAAA1g/FTi-fVqDx6w/s320/100521.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622666683979786290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 21 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...then installed the iconic white picket fence:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p_trw0JP5Ws/Tge54-yHwPI/AAAAAAAAA1o/Z75i9NGD2T8/s1600/100531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p_trw0JP5Ws/Tge54-yHwPI/AAAAAAAAA1o/Z75i9NGD2T8/s320/100531.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622667048372388082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 31 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was so 2010. We learned a lot (we think!) and have big hopes for 2011. Over the winter, we tilled in all the leaves from our 2 huge trees, added some nitrogen, and let them compost. Then in April, we added a good helping of Oakdell Organic Poultry Compost (the good stuff! and doesn't smell at ALL) and planted spinach &amp; snap pea seeds:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lSIs2fEZa9o/Tge60BjDZOI/AAAAAAAAA1w/3hgoQlC2xGg/s1600/110407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lSIs2fEZa9o/Tge60BjDZOI/AAAAAAAAA1w/3hgoQlC2xGg/s320/110407.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622668062726776034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 7 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went on vacation for the next couple of weeks. It rained enough for the tiny spinach seeds, but none of the peas came up. Oh well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next couple of weeks we added a drip irrigation system and a lot more vegetables:&lt;br /&gt;Tomatoes - 4 Roma, 1 Early Girl, 1 Sweet Cherry, 1 Beefsteak)&lt;br /&gt;Peppers - 4 Bell, 2 Cayenne, 2 Jalapeno, 2 Anaheim&lt;br /&gt;Onions - 1 Vidalia, 1 red&lt;br /&gt;Garlic - 1 garlic&lt;br /&gt;Squash - 1 yellow crookneck, 1 zucchini &lt;br /&gt;Herbs - 1 sweet basil, 1 cilantro&lt;br /&gt;Cucumber - burpless (seeds)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G7Z5Wfr4SuU/Tge88MUsm-I/AAAAAAAAA14/RnKBR82fZ1A/s1600/110522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G7Z5Wfr4SuU/Tge88MUsm-I/AAAAAAAAA14/RnKBR82fZ1A/s320/110522.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622670402081561570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 22 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note the grass clippings covering everything. It's to (1) keep weeds down, (2) retain moisture, and (3) provide more nutrients. $Free.99 again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and there's an empty spot in our backyard where fruit trees used to be, so we put some seeds in there: Pumpkin (giant and carving varieties), Watermelon, Cantaloupe, and Cucumber. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything started off pretty slowly since it was a cold / late spring, but it all took really well except the cucumber seeds (bottom right by the stake), which never came up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2jbsLnsAYsU/Tge-DEoQvTI/AAAAAAAAA2A/xYtKSGQjYqA/s1600/110529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2jbsLnsAYsU/Tge-DEoQvTI/AAAAAAAAA2A/xYtKSGQjYqA/s320/110529.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622671619786849586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 29 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've watered everything (with the soakers) for 4-8 hours about twice a week, without much help from any significant amount of rain since then:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v7JcAQHNBkk/Tge-YFef8oI/AAAAAAAAA2I/L8Suy91PKfk/s1600/110612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v7JcAQHNBkk/Tge-YFef8oI/AAAAAAAAA2I/L8Suy91PKfk/s320/110612.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622671980791591554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 12 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the spinach has been EXPLODING!! We could pick it all 2x / week, but we don't, so the leaves get monstrously huge. It's finally starting to bolt (June 26th) so we'll probably only get another 1 or 2 pickings:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sZRqAV_oYkw/Tge-vYNe5PI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/NoNPGPSbPDM/s1600/110626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sZRqAV_oYkw/Tge-vYNe5PI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/NoNPGPSbPDM/s320/110626.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622672380957484274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 26 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tomatoes and peppers are now flowering. So is the cilantro, so we'll let it go to seed (coriander) and figure out what to do with that later on. The peppers and basil aren't growing nearly as much as everything else, but we expect them to now that it's heating up outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More updates to follow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1769676538039258889-211164282762759993?l=lillywrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lillywrite.blogspot.com/feeds/211164282762759993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1769676538039258889&amp;postID=211164282762759993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1769676538039258889/posts/default/211164282762759993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1769676538039258889/posts/default/211164282762759993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lillywrite.blogspot.com/2011/06/front-yard-garden.html' title='The Front Yard Garden'/><author><name>Ry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08170447830259089856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fnl9-jn_D_0/SRsqTxhf5oI/AAAAAAAAAXo/DhUStxEttSY/S220/7.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cnLRSXoE8K0/Tge5jxUJ6DI/AAAAAAAAA1g/FTi-fVqDx6w/s72-c/100521.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1769676538039258889.post-3723850017501273030</id><published>2010-05-16T16:06:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T16:26:54.908-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Portrait of an Anniversary</title><content type='html'>Sunday, May 16, 2010:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between church meetings and dinner with the neighbors, we paused to exchange cards and appreciate the two blissful years we've shared together as husband and wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, after yet another noble but futile attempt at reading a good book, Laura succumbed, curled up next to the open window, and took a well-deserved nap. Meanwhile, Ryan took his turn in making yet another Sunday-afternoon-triple-batch of chocolate chip cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fnl9-jn_D_0/S_Bu30wTbGI/AAAAAAAAA0w/yOHWVVbe-tw/s1600/IMG_3489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 361px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fnl9-jn_D_0/S_Bu30wTbGI/AAAAAAAAA0w/yOHWVVbe-tw/s400/IMG_3489.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471995452588256354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, we'll bounce along on a pleasant walk through the neighborhood, each with a hand holding a plate of cookies to share, and with our other hands comfortably intertwined, swinging away into a happy beginning of Year Three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1769676538039258889-3723850017501273030?l=lillywrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lillywrite.blogspot.com/feeds/3723850017501273030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1769676538039258889&amp;postID=3723850017501273030' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1769676538039258889/posts/default/3723850017501273030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1769676538039258889/posts/default/3723850017501273030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lillywrite.blogspot.com/2010/05/portrait-of-anniversary.html' title='Portrait of an Anniversary'/><author><name>Ry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08170447830259089856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fnl9-jn_D_0/SRsqTxhf5oI/AAAAAAAAAXo/DhUStxEttSY/S220/7.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fnl9-jn_D_0/S_Bu30wTbGI/AAAAAAAAA0w/yOHWVVbe-tw/s72-c/IMG_3489.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1769676538039258889.post-8581354974739152679</id><published>2009-10-25T11:53:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T11:55:34.854-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fnl9-jn_D_0/SuSQyht2qXI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/qyfZW7mEdwc/s1600-h/GoodGrief.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 246px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fnl9-jn_D_0/SuSQyht2qXI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/qyfZW7mEdwc/s400/GoodGrief.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396597451215251826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Good grief.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Halloween, everybody!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1769676538039258889-8581354974739152679?l=lillywrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lillywrite.blogspot.com/feeds/8581354974739152679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1769676538039258889&amp;postID=8581354974739152679' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1769676538039258889/posts/default/8581354974739152679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1769676538039258889/posts/default/8581354974739152679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lillywrite.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-halloween-2009.html' title='Happy Halloween 2009'/><author><name>Ry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08170447830259089856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fnl9-jn_D_0/SRsqTxhf5oI/AAAAAAAAAXo/DhUStxEttSY/S220/7.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fnl9-jn_D_0/SuSQyht2qXI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/qyfZW7mEdwc/s72-c/GoodGrief.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1769676538039258889.post-4346113887228149210</id><published>2009-06-18T23:32:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T22:25:16.115-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Paradise 2008: Tahiti, Fakarava &amp; Tubuai</title><content type='html'>Come tour the islands with us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures of our trip to Tahiti and a couple nearby islands in July 2008: &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2268209&amp;amp;id=17810135&amp;amp;l=f907735d27"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paradise 2008 Photos (click here!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*it works a lot better if you're logged in on Facebook, but you can still see them if you're not. If you are though, feel free to leave comments on the photos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[I'm NOT going to put them all here now that I just spent all night putting them on Facebook! But you should be able to see them all by following the link above]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fnl9-jn_D_0/SjskccP-1bI/AAAAAAAAAm4/2xgSlfNiVeg/s1600-h/IMG_1423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fnl9-jn_D_0/SjskccP-1bI/AAAAAAAAAm4/2xgSlfNiVeg/s400/IMG_1423.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348909053470758322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fnl9-jn_D_0/SjsjgdcgP6I/AAAAAAAAAmw/ODr6aNVAmI0/s1600-h/IMG_1330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fnl9-jn_D_0/SjsjgdcgP6I/AAAAAAAAAmw/ODr6aNVAmI0/s400/IMG_1330.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348908022999564194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1769676538039258889-4346113887228149210?l=lillywrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lillywrite.blogspot.com/feeds/4346113887228149210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1769676538039258889&amp;postID=4346113887228149210' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1769676538039258889/posts/default/4346113887228149210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1769676538039258889/posts/default/4346113887228149210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lillywrite.blogspot.com/2009/06/paradise-2008-tahiti-fakarava-tubuai.html' title='Paradise 2008: Tahiti, Fakarava &amp; Tubuai'/><author><name>Ry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08170447830259089856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fnl9-jn_D_0/SRsqTxhf5oI/AAAAAAAAAXo/DhUStxEttSY/S220/7.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fnl9-jn_D_0/SjskccP-1bI/AAAAAAAAAm4/2xgSlfNiVeg/s72-c/IMG_1423.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1769676538039258889.post-5690980610934224988</id><published>2009-05-26T13:39:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T14:03:18.919-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Extreme Yard Makeover</title><content type='html'>For me, the best part of home ownership may be having a yard, because I get to go out and work in it. Yeah, call me crazy, but I really love getting out there and putting a shovel and pickaxe to good use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a little over a year now, and I thought I'd document the progress. Here's a picture of our front yard on May 12, 2008:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fnl9-jn_D_0/ShxG31NDN1I/AAAAAAAAAlo/op5kytT_yAs/s1600-h/House.May.12.08.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 228px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fnl9-jn_D_0/ShxG31NDN1I/AAAAAAAAAlo/op5kytT_yAs/s400/House.May.12.08.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340221183143130962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was a neglected, overgrown mess. So, since then, I've:&lt;br /&gt; * removed 2 large trees * overhauled the sprinkler system * built a retaining wall * removed all the ivy * pruned a LOT of tree and shrub branches * carved some definition into the edge of the grass * removed lots of weeds, then covered the non-grass areas with mulch  * planted new shrubs &amp; flowers * revitalized the grass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's how we're looking now, about a year later, on May 20, 2009:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fnl9-jn_D_0/ShxHH-uSmEI/AAAAAAAAAlw/OcOhCmrweWA/s1600-h/House.May.20.09.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fnl9-jn_D_0/ShxHH-uSmEI/AAAAAAAAAlw/OcOhCmrweWA/s400/House.May.20.09.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340221460576376898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I still have a few things left to do, but we're pretty happy with how it's turned out so far. I figure with the retaining wall, sprinkler parts, and plants, I've probably put about $500 into it. Money well spent, if you ask me :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1769676538039258889-5690980610934224988?l=lillywrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lillywrite.blogspot.com/feeds/5690980610934224988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1769676538039258889&amp;postID=5690980610934224988' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1769676538039258889/posts/default/5690980610934224988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1769676538039258889/posts/default/5690980610934224988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lillywrite.blogspot.com/2009/05/extreme-yard-makeover.html' title='Extreme Yard Makeover'/><author><name>Ry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08170447830259089856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fnl9-jn_D_0/SRsqTxhf5oI/AAAAAAAAAXo/DhUStxEttSY/S220/7.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fnl9-jn_D_0/ShxG31NDN1I/AAAAAAAAAlo/op5kytT_yAs/s72-c/House.May.12.08.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1769676538039258889.post-5705038180244678539</id><published>2009-05-24T10:40:00.028-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T12:19:49.521-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anniversary san francisco'/><title type='text'>San Fran &amp; May 16th (with pictures!)</title><content type='html'>We did it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were fixin' to get married, a lot of people gave us advice to the effect of "the first year is the hardest, but it gets better after that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, after one year of 99% bliss and 1% "let's never again play against each other in Scrabble," we're convinced that those people must have mistaken marriage with prison, or maybe a mission. We've had a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after scoring round-trip tickets for $80 and an equally sweet deal on a hotel, we took off to San Francisco to celebrate our first anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fnl9-jn_D_0/Shl8FDew9QI/AAAAAAAAAi4/qWjkgb-OQ50/s1600-h/wharf.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fnl9-jn_D_0/Shl8FDew9QI/AAAAAAAAAi4/qWjkgb-OQ50/s320/wharf.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339435259499967746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We flew there Friday afternoon, found out about the helpful yelp.com from a friendly local on the train to downtown, rode the tourist-laden trolley to Fisherman's Wharf, and dragged our suitcases a couple of blocks to our hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fnl9-jn_D_0/Shl88ahijHI/AAAAAAAAAjA/28oYFxE8UWo/s1600-h/first+day.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fnl9-jn_D_0/Shl88ahijHI/AAAAAAAAAjA/28oYFxE8UWo/s320/first+day.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339436210578426994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fortunately for hungry us, the self-proclaimed "Best Pizza in San Francisco" was right around the corner, so we dropped off our stuff and dove in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fnl9-jn_D_0/ShmAWeEpRiI/AAAAAAAAAjI/t_D4O46pT1E/s1600-h/bikeshop.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fnl9-jn_D_0/ShmAWeEpRiI/AAAAAAAAAjI/t_D4O46pT1E/s320/bikeshop.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339439956742456866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Saturday we took the sage advise of my sister and rented bikes to ride around town and across the Golden Gate Bridge. Great idea! We loved it. It's a cool way to see the city, the bridge, and the town of Sausalito on the other side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fnl9-jn_D_0/ShmBORWO9wI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/hrrQNaTDih4/s1600-h/gifuto+shoppu.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fnl9-jn_D_0/ShmBORWO9wI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/hrrQNaTDih4/s320/gifuto+shoppu.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339440915399243522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fnl9-jn_D_0/ShmCna04Z9I/AAAAAAAAAjo/kc2AXsAXSzg/s1600-h/bikehoney.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fnl9-jn_D_0/ShmCna04Z9I/AAAAAAAAAjo/kc2AXsAXSzg/s320/bikehoney.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339442446952064978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fnl9-jn_D_0/ShmBOjjL3uI/AAAAAAAAAjg/01dHgthVL8A/s1600-h/MakeTheCall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fnl9-jn_D_0/ShmBOjjL3uI/AAAAAAAAAjg/01dHgthVL8A/s320/MakeTheCall.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339440920285404898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tee hee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fnl9-jn_D_0/ShmPrYK02bI/AAAAAAAAAlg/ais1hXcBNGI/s1600-h/anniversary+dinner.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fnl9-jn_D_0/ShmPrYK02bI/AAAAAAAAAlg/ais1hXcBNGI/s400/anniversary+dinner.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339456808609438130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day being our anniversary, we returned and cleaned up for a super nice Italian dinner. Yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fnl9-jn_D_0/ShmF884BIfI/AAAAAAAAAkg/NKrDFrI5yQc/s1600-h/Smurf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 202px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fnl9-jn_D_0/ShmF884BIfI/AAAAAAAAAkg/NKrDFrI5yQc/s320/Smurf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339446115404161522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was bizarre, to say the least. We were on our way to go to church at the Golden Gate Ward, and out of nowhere, we get passed up by a bunch of Smurfs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fnl9-jn_D_0/ShmEkCmnqPI/AAAAAAAAAkA/2BspAZ2ta_4/s1600-h/fullhouse+methhouse.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fnl9-jn_D_0/ShmEkCmnqPI/AAAAAAAAAkA/2BspAZ2ta_4/s320/fullhouse+methhouse.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339444587933444338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That afternoon, we continued on to see Alamo Park, home of the nostalgic scene from the opening credits of everybody's all-time favorite show, Full House. Looked more like a Meth House bust at the time, though, with 5 cops in the front yard and 2 patrol cars across the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fnl9-jn_D_0/ShmEkROd_MI/AAAAAAAAAkI/SNj8Lppd_Ho/s1600-h/crazypeople1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fnl9-jn_D_0/ShmEkROd_MI/AAAAAAAAAkI/SNj8Lppd_Ho/s320/crazypeople1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339444591858678978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And the park just happened to be full of crazy people. Turns out we were there on the wild day of the "Bay to Breakers" race, which is basically a cross between a 10k and Mardi Gras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fnl9-jn_D_0/ShmEkssnMyI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/S6SXCDlGNqc/s1600-h/crazypeople2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fnl9-jn_D_0/ShmEkssnMyI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/S6SXCDlGNqc/s320/crazypeople2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339444599232869154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our plan was to spend some time in Golden Gate Park, but it turns out that's where the race ended and, consequently, where the partying was centered. Thousands of people in (and out) of crazy costumes with plenty of alcohol . . . and for once in our lives, we were the weird ones people stared at because we were (1) sober and (2) modestly clothed. We were proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fnl9-jn_D_0/ShmEkzeoBLI/AAAAAAAAAkY/UW4WOapOQQc/s1600-h/holdmyhairwhileIvomit.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fnl9-jn_D_0/ShmEkzeoBLI/AAAAAAAAAkY/UW4WOapOQQc/s320/holdmyhairwhileIvomit.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339444601053250738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After seeing one too many acts of true friendship ("Will you hold my hair back while I puke my guts out?" and the such), we decided to move on. Whew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fnl9-jn_D_0/ShmInBeTJkI/AAAAAAAAAk4/MZKDspnsHgk/s1600-h/lombard1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fnl9-jn_D_0/ShmInBeTJkI/AAAAAAAAAk4/MZKDspnsHgk/s320/lombard1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339449037216228930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We marched on, up and down Lombard Street . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fnl9-jn_D_0/ShmIm-pAqBI/AAAAAAAAAkw/CP7nP-CgIY8/s1600-h/lombard2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fnl9-jn_D_0/ShmIm-pAqBI/AAAAAAAAAkw/CP7nP-CgIY8/s320/lombard2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339449036455847954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fnl9-jn_D_0/ShmImsCY_eI/AAAAAAAAAko/-y7vFaIV56k/s1600-h/coittower.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fnl9-jn_D_0/ShmImsCY_eI/AAAAAAAAAko/-y7vFaIV56k/s320/coittower.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339449031462026722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; . . . then walked up to Coit Tower, then back down and around the piers and back home. It was a lot of walking for an unusually hot day, but well worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fnl9-jn_D_0/ShmJwW5v0BI/AAAAAAAAAlY/2KjbGTdSZb4/s1600-h/freesamples.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fnl9-jn_D_0/ShmJwW5v0BI/AAAAAAAAAlY/2KjbGTdSZb4/s320/freesamples.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339450297098948626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Monday was Ghirardelli Square (free samples!) . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fnl9-jn_D_0/ShmJkF10DvI/AAAAAAAAAlI/kSce-z88I9I/s1600-h/alcatraz.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fnl9-jn_D_0/ShmJkF10DvI/AAAAAAAAAlI/kSce-z88I9I/s320/alcatraz.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339450086360616690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; . . . Alcatraz . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fnl9-jn_D_0/ShmJjzs-czI/AAAAAAAAAlA/VFK1D0Ju3g8/s1600-h/gap+headquarters.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fnl9-jn_D_0/ShmJjzs-czI/AAAAAAAAAlA/VFK1D0Ju3g8/s320/gap+headquarters.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339450081491710770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; . . . and shopping (Gap headquarters!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we zipped over to the airport and got to our gate while our flight was boarding. Very nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all, it was a wonderful trip, and we're glad we went. Now we're back home and excited to see what Married Life: Year Two has in store for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is so good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[editor's note: holy crap, it takes FOR-EVER to post a blog like this! Is it really worth it?]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1769676538039258889-5705038180244678539?l=lillywrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lillywrite.blogspot.com/feeds/5705038180244678539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1769676538039258889&amp;postID=5705038180244678539' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1769676538039258889/posts/default/5705038180244678539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1769676538039258889/posts/default/5705038180244678539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lillywrite.blogspot.com/2009/05/san-fran-may-16th-with-pictures.html' title='San Fran &amp; May 16th (with pictures!)'/><author><name>Ry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08170447830259089856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fnl9-jn_D_0/SRsqTxhf5oI/AAAAAAAAAXo/DhUStxEttSY/S220/7.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fnl9-jn_D_0/Shl8FDew9QI/AAAAAAAAAi4/qWjkgb-OQ50/s72-c/wharf.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1769676538039258889.post-3024531861284671650</id><published>2009-01-21T19:21:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T19:47:27.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blame it on the Inversion</title><content type='html'>There's a new scapegoat in town!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my coworkers was home sick today.&lt;br /&gt;Because of &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;the inversion&lt;/span&gt;, of course.&lt;br /&gt;You know, all the pollutants in the air and whatnot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another coworker was late to work yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;All because of the dense fog. Caused by cold temperatures mixing with smog. From &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;the inversion&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I read two articles:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Trapped Clouds and Hidden Sun cause Anticyclonic Gloom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(from a London newspaper)&lt;br /&gt;[Summary: Are you depressed lately? It's because of &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;the inversion&lt;/span&gt;.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jets in the Living Room? Blame Inversion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"Inversions act . . . as a sort of reflective ceiling off which low frequency sound waves can bounce" thus trapping and amplifying noises from, for example, loud cars.&lt;br /&gt;(from the University of Alaska Fairbanks)&lt;br /&gt;[Summary: Are you suffering from headaches, overly sensitive hearing, or edgy temperament due to loud noises? That's because of &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;the inversion&lt;/span&gt;.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you seen a mirage lately? &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The inversion&lt;/span&gt;. Picked up more FM radio stations than normal? Another effect of &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;the inversion&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, since it seems like everybody I know is blaming everything on &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;the inversion&lt;/span&gt; lately, I figure I might as well jump on that bandwagon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I told a joke that everybody laughed at because of &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;the inversion&lt;/span&gt;. Yesterday I ate some ice cream because of &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;the inversion&lt;/span&gt;. I was speeding to work, but if I got pulled over I knew the officer would understand that it was because of &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;the inversion&lt;/span&gt;. The stock market took a huge dive yesterday because of &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;the inversion&lt;/span&gt;, but today it shot back up due to &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;the inversion&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wrote another blog entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;the inversion&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1769676538039258889-3024531861284671650?l=lillywrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lillywrite.blogspot.com/feeds/3024531861284671650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1769676538039258889&amp;postID=3024531861284671650' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1769676538039258889/posts/default/3024531861284671650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1769676538039258889/posts/default/3024531861284671650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lillywrite.blogspot.com/2009/01/blame-it-on-inversion.html' title='Blame it on the Inversion'/><author><name>Ry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08170447830259089856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fnl9-jn_D_0/SRsqTxhf5oI/AAAAAAAAAXo/DhUStxEttSY/S220/7.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1769676538039258889.post-670207224352835135</id><published>2008-11-18T17:14:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T14:51:57.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Clean-up Conundrum</title><content type='html'>So, every so often my thoughts travel to random, mundane places, and I am choosing to share one of these trips with all of you (more accurately, all three of you out there-thanks for visiting).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up until a few years ago, if one needed to purchase paper towels, the only decision to make at the grocery store was whether to go with Brawny (helloooo-can you say pretty attractive for a paper towel illustration!) or to sensibly select the store brand (I'm oversimplifying here, but humor me).  This was typically an easily enough decision to make (Brawny man, duh!), and I'm sure not a whole lot of people gave much more thought to the paper towel choice after it was safely placed on the holder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward a few years. In addition to the plethora of paper towel options that have been added in the interim, namely brands, prints, styles, single or double ply, the mammoth pack, or the I'm-single-and-only-need-one-roll-at-a-time version, a new contestant has entered the ring: the select-a-size paper towel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh how lovely!" some of you thought to yourselves happily upon first sight of it. "Now I have the option of using just a little bit of paper towel when I have an oh-so-small mess to clean up, and not wasting the other half of my perforated sheet!" Seems like a good idea, right? Well, not so fast, I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about those of us who would like to use a small amount of paper towel, but not pay twice as much for about half the amount? What do we do? (I just love that they try to trick us by mentioning the number of sheets in those rolls, btw.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, unfortunately, I don't think there is a good answer for this injustice. I have yet to see a generic brand of select-a-size paper towel on the market. (If any of you know otherwise, please kindly inform me.) Instead, I'm stuck doing the same thing I've done for some time now: ripping a perfectly good perforated sheet in half to use after washing my hands, because I don't need a full sheet and can't justify wasting half of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is anyone out there feeling the same way? Or are you the one who comes to our house, sees the jaggedly ripped sheet and thinks, "Poor things, they probably can't afford Brawny's Select-A-Size"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I guess the hard-hit economy affects some of us in more noticeable ways than others.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1769676538039258889-670207224352835135?l=lillywrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lillywrite.blogspot.com/feeds/670207224352835135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1769676538039258889&amp;postID=670207224352835135' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1769676538039258889/posts/default/670207224352835135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1769676538039258889/posts/default/670207224352835135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lillywrite.blogspot.com/2008/11/clean-up-conundrum.html' title='The Clean-up Conundrum'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03240354312673351655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1769676538039258889.post-7368688748234763224</id><published>2008-11-12T12:13:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T12:32:23.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Night Dome Light? Right?</title><content type='html'>12 years ago I turned 16 and found independence and confusion. All thanks to that lovely little laminated license.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time I was driving with my friends at night, one of them turned on the dome light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My immediate reaction was obviously to yell "Turn it off - we'll get in a wreck!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because for some reason, that's what my parents always said. I grew up believing that if a light is on inside the car at night, then the driver can't see outside. So you can turn the light on for the same length of time you'd be comfortable riding your bike with your eyes closed, if you will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then something strange happened. I could SEE. In fact, I could see everything just as clearly as I could when the dome light was off. Like riding a bike with your eyes open, if you will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's the deal? Did older cars have super-advanced glass that reacted to interior light by transforming into a black wall? Did my parents just not want us to see anything all those years? Were they ashamed of us kids to the point that they didn't want anyone to see inside our car?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still haven't figured it out. But rest assured that I spent the remainder of my teenage years driving with the dome light on, 24/7. Because I was independent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1769676538039258889-7368688748234763224?l=lillywrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lillywrite.blogspot.com/feeds/7368688748234763224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1769676538039258889&amp;postID=7368688748234763224' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1769676538039258889/posts/default/7368688748234763224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1769676538039258889/posts/default/7368688748234763224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lillywrite.blogspot.com/2008/11/no-night-dome-light-right.html' title='No Night Dome Light? Right?'/><author><name>Ry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08170447830259089856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fnl9-jn_D_0/SRsqTxhf5oI/AAAAAAAAAXo/DhUStxEttSY/S220/7.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1769676538039258889.post-5831443394748793346</id><published>2008-11-10T23:25:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T23:39:47.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mexican Food at Wal-Mart</title><content type='html'>The other day, Laura and I were at Wal-Mart. (Sorry, haters.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I went to find some Chipotle Peppers in Adobo Sauce (an obvious staple), I couldn't help but notice the two different food section signs hanging above the aisle:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hispanic Food" and "Latino Food"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fnl9-jn_D_0/SRknpDOUOBI/AAAAAAAAAXY/aYKsP_Gfn1g/s1600-h/MexicanFood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fnl9-jn_D_0/SRknpDOUOBI/AAAAAAAAAXY/aYKsP_Gfn1g/s400/MexicanFood.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267284825379977234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What? Really? Ok, that's new. Well, I figured I'd get to the bottom of it and figure out what was going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 10 seconds of intensive field study, I had ascertained the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hispanic Food is apparently what we call Salsa. That's all.&lt;br /&gt;I imagine someone from Spain might happen upon that section while visiting the tourist-attraction supercenter, and think, "Oh yeah, there's our food. Exactly like what we have back in our Hispanic homeland."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Latino Food section is a bit more diverse, including the likes of Taco Bell brand refried beans, Taco Bell brand taco shells, Taco Bell brand hot sauce, and a bunch of stuff "Made in M&amp;amp;*!^%"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left the store with a renewed disappointment in society, and a couple of questions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the real difference between Latino and Hispanic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where can I find the freaking Mexican food??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1769676538039258889-5831443394748793346?l=lillywrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lillywrite.blogspot.com/feeds/5831443394748793346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1769676538039258889&amp;postID=5831443394748793346' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1769676538039258889/posts/default/5831443394748793346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1769676538039258889/posts/default/5831443394748793346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lillywrite.blogspot.com/2008/11/mexican-food.html' title='Mexican Food at Wal-Mart'/><author><name>Ry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08170447830259089856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fnl9-jn_D_0/SRsqTxhf5oI/AAAAAAAAAXo/DhUStxEttSY/S220/7.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fnl9-jn_D_0/SRknpDOUOBI/AAAAAAAAAXY/aYKsP_Gfn1g/s72-c/MexicanFood.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
