I liked living in Townhouses better

I literally dug into my landscaping project I have going on at my house. See, the people that had our house before us were old. You can definitely tell they were old by the plants and landscaping they chose. It looks kinda like they went to Walmart and bought everything that was on sale on threw it together like some kind of landscaping stir fry. Anyway, a couple weeks ago I had had enough. While the girls were sleeping and Stacey was in the shower, I took a saw to an overgrown bush in the backyard. This would be the beginning of what is now known as my landscaping project.

So far I've hauled two truck loads of crappy cheap rock out to a dumping spot. I've uprooted two ugly overgrown bushes and torn out enough Hastas to choke a herd of sheep. Okay, now what? Design the layout, pick out plants mulch and pavers.
Stacey: "What do want for plants?"
Me: "I don't care. Mulch and pavers are enough. I don't particularly care for plants."
Stacey: "You're so plain and boring!"
Me: "You asked. If you want plants, get plants. But I'm not taking care of them, so make them simple and low maintenence."

So far we've agreed on the pavers. And by agreeing I mean Stacey went to Lowe's and picked out what she wanted. I'm now digging out where I've staked out for a new grill patio spot. I took Friday off and am sending Stacey and the girls away for the weekend so I can get at least the back yard done.

That's where we are now. I'll keep you posted.