I'm thinking of weeding.
Oh. Don't get excited. It has nothing to do with my landscaping.
It will still remain just as it is.
Because I don't garden. And neither does the husband.
We mow the grass, just so that we can find the children occasionally when they go outside to play, and weedeating is done just so that we can find our trees. But no yard work is done for aesthetic reasons.
And these pots....um....those are the dead remants of last year's efforts. As in 2008.
I'm dead positive that this bothers the ever-lovin' snot out of my parents....as they are poster children for Better Homes and Gardens. My mother is even able to keep plants INSIDE the house alive. She is a green-thumbed miracle worker. She also dusts on a regular basis. And moves the furniture to vaccum. But that is a whole other sore spot.
Back to weeding.
I'm thinking of weeding out my Facebook. I have 350 "friends," but have no idea who some of the people even are.
When I first signed up for Facebook, I remember it being like this weird little ego-boostin' game that I played with myself. Wonder how many people will accept my friend request? Ohhh....________ asked me to be his friend!! He likes me. He really really likes me.
But, now I'm tired.
I'm tired of seeing what my old highschool boyfriend's ex-wife's name would be if she were an acrobat.
Or how many gold lapel pins the girl who used to lived down the hall from me in my freshman dorm won while she was playing Mafia Wars...whatever the heck that is.
Or endless pictures of poochy lipped teenagers throwing up deuces.
Don't get me wrong. If I actually know you....then we're cool. Pooch your lips all you want and play Farkle to your heart's content, but do I really need 45, 349 people that I didn't even really like back in the day all up in my business.
So, I'm thinking of weeding.
Taking my friend stash down to just the essentials.
Like my family. And my for-real friends. And my blogeeps. And my tweeps. And the people in highschool that actually have one memory of me that isn't, "Didn't we sit across the room from eachother in choir?" Um...no, genius. I wasn't in choir.
I'm thinking I'm going to start on that.
Just after I don't water my plants.