The One With Outside Findings

We were outside on Saturday enjoying the warm and sunny. J was mentioning how we got this crappy soil for part of our yard from some guy who was supposed to have really great soil. But it's all weedy and crabby. J pulled out this bundle of weeds. He then asked me what it smelled like. Smells like? Sure, I'll play along.

Onions? They really smelled like onions. And not just a little bit. Very potent onions. So we dug some up and found these roots.

Crazy, I think those are really green onions. I'm a little scared to actually use them though. I envision them full of poison and a few weeks after consumption someone will find my family dead in the house completely decayed with... I'll stop now, you get the point.


I love the red and orange buds of Spring. The red is from our trees and the orange is from bushes we planted this past Fall around the deck.

Mushrooms growing in the mulch under the swing set this past Fall.

These birds are from a couple years ago. We found a nest on our porch light. The mommy bird would sit on the neighbor's fence while we went in and out of the house. She would sit and stare at us.

The One With More Whatever

So, I've been super busy and I'm way tired. I actually used the phrase "pushing deadlines" to my mom the other day. She called to tell me about her scanner that didn't work and she always calls me when she has technical problems as J and I have become her official tech support team. But we actually were trying to finish a few things that had deadlines. I told her I couldn't talk, busy, deadlines. However I have never needed to say that in regards to my work. I have said, "It's 86ed" and "¿Para fumar o no?" and "I need parsley on that."

Which actually leads me to this funny story about work. I worked as an expediter in the kitchen at Marie Callender's. Among other things I had to make sure all plates were garnished correctly before being sent out. The cooks often would forget to put chopped parsley on the plates. Well, as most (all) the cooks were Hispanic and spoke little English I used that as an opportunity to advance my Spanish. So, as I often did, I asked them, "¿Como se dice parsely?" Well, the one guy, my very good buddy who would always save me the last chicken pot pie because I loved them, answered, "mota." My friends, let me tell you that mota does not mean parsley. However, I went weeks (maybe more??) thinking that it did. And now I wonder if I should tell you what mota means as it's funnier if you figure it out yourself, I think. I told my BIL about it, who speaks fluent Spanish, and the second I said mota he just started laughing. So, go out and ask your Spanish speaking friend what mota means. And then go about your laughing as you imagine me saying, "Necisita mota" or "Mota por favor" to the Hispanic cooks in the back of the kitchen. And if you were wondering, parsley is actually "paraji" though I'm not for sure on that spelling.

What was my point? That I'm busy? And more work is coming as Jason forms his new company into another new company for tax, legal and investor benefits and I have to make sure all the books are straight and accurate and investor worthy so that they can give J lots of money and we won't have to move in with my parents. My parents are already in their own dire straits as my dad watches everyone around him get laid off at work. He's a building inspector for the city of Henderson (next to Las Vegas) and I guess they aren't building so much these days. He's been there forever and so would only be laid off if the whole department was shut down and maybe not even then.

Apparently Zach and Eli were playing "spys" the other day. I'm not sure how one would normally go about playing with an 11 month old but Zach does it by pulling, pushing, yelling and laying on the floor so Eli can climb on him. Then Zach can grab him and roll around with him.

Eli is not too sure about playing spys.

Zach is giving me his best spy face.

Is there anything better than this? I was actually hoping the picture taking would wake him up because I had to go get Zach from school. I've never been more tempted to leave Eli home for the 10 minutes it takes to get Zach, then at this moment. It seems as though it shouldn't take that long to get Zach but it's actually 5 minutes round trip. 6-7 minutes total for drop-off and about 10-15 for pick-up. Maybe more if I get stuck waiting for the crossing guard to cross kids. That lady rocks the stop signs. She has two signs so she can stop traffic in two directions at once. Seriously. But look how perfect he is here. Not whiny or needy or hungry or poopy or mischevious or loud or crying. I can't get over those little feet sticking out with the little baby toes.