The art of the selfie

Joe decided that teaching Harper what a selfie was would be a good way to spend a Sunday morning. Here are the results.

She needs a little work making sure to get her face in the photo more, and I think the next thing we need to work on his her duck face, but all in all she's well on her way to being a self-sufficient member of this social media world.

How does your garden grow?

Now that Spring has finally decided to show up we hit our backyard hard over the weekend.  We bought our house from a guy who lived there for two years and did nothing with the landscaping for the whole time he was there.  Needless to day it was completely overgrown.

We have three fantastic raised beds that needed cleaned out.  There were way overgrown raspberry plants that we dug up.  And theres a perfect little spot to grow herbs.  We had to pick up all the pavers and lay new stones and weed guard.  We planted lettuce, spinach, onions and carrots, but I'm pretty sure the squirrels dug some up already.  I'm not exactly sure who they sniff out those tiny little seeds, but they did.  I have zero experience with gardening, so I will take any advice to keep critters out.  Especially my cats who think the garden beds are really fancy litter boxes.

I also pulled out all the vinery that had completely overtaken the front yard.  All in all after one weekend of work, we had a lot of sore muscles and this giant pile of yard waste.

Living like the 1%

Last Friday I got the chance to watch a Columbus Blue Jackets game from the owners suite.  To say I was excited was a bit of an understatement.

We walked in to the amazing smells of our own chef cooking made to order fajitas.

During the first intermission, we were entertained by some Zoo folk who brought in a cheetah for us to hang out with.

The dessert cart was entirely too enticing, and I tried to be good.

Oh yeah, there was a free bar that I enjoyed as well.

While I was rubbing elbows with Jack Hannah, Joe and Harper were down with the common folk trying on jersey's that were too expensive. (Seriously, $85 for a kids jersey.  No Way!)

I could definitely get used to the life of a wealthy sports fan!