Oh, hello suburbia

I'm going to go ahead and confess that I got the idea for this blog from Pioneer Woman, and it's going to be somewhat unoriginal in that aspect, but it'll still be awesome because I'm putting my own spin on it. Not saying that P-dubs isn't awesome but let's be honest...I'm more awesome than she is.

So let's dig in and get through this...BOOM...I couldn't resist that one. You probably don't get it but you will...trust me...you will.

Long story short I moved out of my hip downtown loft and into a house in a quiet neighborhood a few blocks down from the house I grew up in...I could probably stand to be a few blocks further away but you take what you can get. In my girlfriend's and my new lifestyle, which involves eating organic vegetables and being more environmentally conscious, we decided we would take advantage of the backyard to attempt to grow some vegetables that we can eat. Think of all the money we will save on organic produce!



This is a picture of the materials I got to build the bed...I read that raised beds are pretty much the way to go and I really don't want to look like an amateur so I went with the respectful way, in case a real gardener comes over and wants to shoot the compost with me...I felt really good about that joke.

If anyone care I bought 14 cedar fence planks and a few bundles of stakes. Then I cut 2 of the planks in half to make a box easily accessible from all sides. I found out that I have enough to build another box so keep that in mind if you go this route. It ended up looking like this...



Then this fine girl came over to help me put some dirt in and get some seeds and plants in the ground. If you're an agent with a lot of contacts that wants a model to pay a bunch of money send me an email or comment or something and we'll talk. Just realize that if she bagged an awesome guy like me she's probably pretty neat too. Here's a picture of her with a sweet garden tool doing something really important...



Then she put some tomato plants in the ground...it looked a lot like this...look at those dainty wrists...



Wow first plant ever...awwwwwww...you can do it little guy.



Then we planted some zucchini seeds, which coincidentally looked a lot like pumpkin seeds so I might be growing pumpkins, and next some broccoli, then the tomatoes in the middle, then onions and last but not least cucumbers. At the end it looked like this...



Let me explain the stone/brick things real quick. I was going to just put them between the two gardens...I haven't built number 2 yet...but I've since decided to just put them all around each one. Keep in mind this isn't my house and I'm not sure what the guy who mows the backyard will think about it but it's a risk I'm willing to take.

It's pretty awesome I know and there's absolutely no chance that this stuff will not grow. What did I learn from this experience you ask?

Pretty much that dirt is expensive and I think I know better than the farmer's almanac and other gardening books. I mean seeds don't need to be pampered like a chef do they? They ought to be able to grow in adverse circumstances. Anyways if you have any questions that you need to ask a gardener, I'm pretty much an expert now so just shoot me a question...see what I did there? With "shoot"

And remember when I dropped that "dig in" joke earlier?

I know right...pretty thick.

This weekend I didn't spend resting or traveling or playing disc golf or signing autographs or doing anything remotely enjoyable that I do on a semi-regular basis. Instead I began the process of moving all of my beautiful and completely necessary stuff out of my downtown loft and into an old house in the same neighborhood where I grew up. You might be wondering why I did this...you might also be wondering why in the world I included autographs in the earlier list of things I normally do on weekends.

The answer to the first can be found earlier on my blog but I'm not sure how to do one of those neat little links things in the paragraph so if you feel up to it it's really not that difficult to locate. But for those of you who are motivatedly-inclined...I'll give you a quick run down. Basically he's really loud and inconsiderate and has an annoying dog that barks all the time and pees on the floor which drips down into my apartment. I mean come on...just because it's the next night and you come home and turn your freaking awful music up to 11, doesn't mean it won't wake me up and cause me to angrily yell at you and bang on the ceiling with my zombie-pocalypse weapon. What a douche. Also downtown Shreveport isn't that cool or convenient and it's far away from everything.

The answer to the second is that I was lying...plain and simple. But I did sign a few t-shirts and even a pair of jeans once back when I was in a band. I asked the girl if her mom would be mad that I had written on her jeans and she assured me that she wouldn't care. She was probably lying too but that's another story.

Anyways this house was built in the early 40's which equals old. It's big and creaky and mildly terrifying. The room I sleep next too has an old-school chain lock on the door, which I keep bolted because there are close to 30 bitter deer head hanging on the wall just waiting to get their bodies back so they can go on a deadly rampage and get revenge on the entire human race. But seriously it's just one of those houses where you keep expecting to see a creepy shape flash past the edges of your vision or have an undead murderer be staring at you when you close the medicine cabinet mirror thing. In this situation it's so easy to start sentences with "wouldn't it be creepy if..." and then go into some hair-raising account of scary things that could happen to you. And when you live by yourself there's just no coming back from one of those...much less a bunch of them.

Since I'm not feeling very creative today I'm going to end with moving sucks and anyone who needs some inspiration for a horror film or book, feel free to come stay with me. I could use the company, just don't start any sentences with "wouldn't it be scary if...

The American Dream

So I just got a cubicle at work...my very own cubicle. Now I know what you all must be thinking..."Bro, that's pretty thick!"

Really guys? Thick? No thank you...let's stay with awesome.

So back to the cubicle...bottom line is it's pretty awesome. I mean I finally have my own space and can bring stuff from home and hang all sorts of sweet posters and things on every inch of space. I could even bring speakers and a lamp or something cool to set the mood when I have girls over. That was a joke right...see what I did there?

Of course you did.

Anyways the obtainment of a cubicle was something I never dreamed I'd be excited about. If I was being honest with myself I'd probably have known that what you all were thinking earlier was less along the lines of how awesome or "thick" it was, and more along the lines of B.F.D, or maybe just B.D. if you don't like to use profanity. I think that my new found excitement over all things cubicle says a lot about the person I've become in this climate. But to really understand my excitement I have to take you back to the beginning of the journey into the world of all things career. Here we go...

So I graduated from college with a Bachelor's of Arts in Journalism...I know right? Awesome. Then I decided I would prolong everything and go to grad school. It took approximately 6 minutes into my first quarter of grad school to realize I didn't want to go to grad school. Then I figured I would stick around Ruston and just bide my time until something better cam along...so I naturally went to the local newspaper and got a foot-in-the-door job as a paper...wait-for-it...delivery person. Yeeaup...I had a paper route and it sucked. So after deciding I needed to move to Austin and blow all of my savings reaching for the success, I turned down the job in the newsroom the paper offered me and dove headfirst into Texas. Next I couldn't get a real job so I settled at Radioshack, or the shack, and immediately hated it. Then I quit that job and decided to move back home because I was broke and I think somewhere there was a girl involved. What did I do next you ask? Well I went after the broadcasting route...my second journalistic dream...and got a job as a graphics technician, which was incredibly dull. Soon I moved into a producer position and began writing the news. It sounds pretty impressive right? I thought so too but then I started hating it for a plethora of reasons and I knew I needed something else. It took me a while to find something else but eventually I landed at Goodwill Industries of North Louisiana as a Data/Lab specialist. But before I really started I became just a Lab Specialist and that is my title to this day. Whew...I barely got through that.

See why I'm excited about my cubicle now? No? Well allow me to clarify further.
Every job I have had I have disliked. EVERY JOB except this one I have now. And at none of them have I had my own space where I can bring a little of my personality into my area to help inspire my creative juices. Even at the news station I bounced around between cubicles even though there were plenty of open ones, I hated them for that btws, so this not only provides me with a sense of appreciation and accomplishment, but provides me with a space to make utterly DAve-like, a synonym for DAve-like is awesome btws. Not only do I feel appreciated at this job but I truly believe in what we're doing and I don't dread going to work everyday. That dread is something I have never wanted to deal with again.

So feel free to stop by sometime if you ever find yourself at 8100 Jump Run...I'll be partying it up in the back at my cube...

Before I go I'm going to give you 1 thing I hate and some trends that I'm starting.

First the thing I hate...the URL for my blog is currently itsallaroundus.blogspot.com and not myownworld.blogspot.com. If you've ever wondered why that is it's because that URL is taken by some no-talent ass-clown who doesn't even update. What a jerk. I hate that person for having the URL I want and I'm openly coveting it from them. If anyone knows how to steal it contact me and we'll talk.

Now for the trends...feel free to hop on the ole trend wagon if you feel so inclined.
First...whenever I insult someone I immediately yell out "boom roasted" and begin clacking my index finger against my other fingers, like you would if you were packing a dip can.
Next...I'm starting to abbreviate awesome actors names and it's awesome. For example...P-swaze is Patric Swazey(sp?) and B-dubbs is Bruce Willis.
Next...I have begun using the term lol as a verb...for example, "Dang I just read this awesome blog post and loled at work.
And finally on a similar note...I also use the abbreviation BTW in regular everyday dialogue. Except to make it cool I say B-T-Dubbs...like B-dubbs but with a t in the middle.

I know what you're thinking..." Bro that's pretty thick."

You're right.