How do I love me? Let me count the ways...

Forgot my make-up. Important meeting at lunch. Glad I wear glasses now.
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My hands hurt from tilling the rocky, hard clay soil in my front yard - but I added hummus and manure - so it should be better going forward. I hope the corn and peppers are happy. I might like a bit more powerful tiller.
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I hope Chicken is prepared to bail me out on my next mechanical adventure. I am almost done draining the spa (thanks, Mark) and I'm going to pull the pump and take it apart. It can't be that complicated. I've seen the insides of one diagrammed. I just remember that he said he could rebuild his pumps - so if I fail... I'll be calling him in for the save.
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Will bamboo choke out Poison Ivy?
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Ashes to ashes and dust to fertiliser.
I cleaned out the fire pit yesterday and spread the fine ash all over my front lawn (and into my new garden beds, too.
I mean, they burn fields to get the nutrients back into the soil - so why can't I use this principle to save on lawn food?
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It was so nice to eat dinner on the deck last night, then sit there as the sun set and watch the sky. My rope lights came on... the dogs settled down. I sat there for an hour and 45 minutes. Glorious and relaxing. It gave me so much peace that I felt almost no stress this morning... my stomach doesn't even hurt.
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Avocado, tomato and cucumber in a yogurt dill sauce with minced onion... it's not just for dinner any more.
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OK... so it's freezing in my office today. My hands are warm because their is plenty of blood flowing. That's my body's response to my injuring them. But my feet and legs are not. Even my face and neck feels cold. I'd get a cup of tea, but we are out of sugar and I'm allergic to sweetener.
Anyone got sox?
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Michelle Obama is planting a victory garden in the White House. Did I mention that I'm in love with her. I read this tidbit, btw, in an interview printed in O Magazine (Oprah visited the White House).
I predict an increase in vegetable gardens everywhere.
But on that note, Michelle Obama says that she gets up at 4:30 to work out because if her kids or her mother or Barack needed to be taken care of at that time - she would get up to take care of them. So why wouldn't she get up to take care of her needs?
I got this... so I was thinking about my glorious night on the deck and I realized that I took good care of my friends on Friday. I took good care of my teammates on Saturday. I took very good care of my lawn, gardens and house on Sunday.
But I did not dye my roots, put on sunscreen to keep my face from reddening in the sun, go for a run or ride my bike, or even do any yoga.
Given that my daily and most obvious neurosis is my weight and the fact that I feel "off" so frequently, I wonder why I am blocked on the idea that I should take better care of me?
Maybe this week I'll learn something about that... the exploration is beginning.