This past weekend, I planted my herbs in these beautiful little pots the Easter bunny brought me, filled them with nutrient-rich dirt and saturated them with water until their thirst looked quenched. I was completely satisfied with the success of my little potted garden. I am now eagerly awaiting the time when I can pluck the rosemary, thyme, basil and cilantro that I’ve sowed… I may have to wait longer that I’d hoped on the basil. Due to its rapid growth, basil is not well-suited for the smaller, table-top planters that the other herbs now call home. The basil was transplanted into a much, much larger pot and haphazardly left on the deck. I should have given the basil a fair warning: Beware of Dog. Poor plant didn’t have a chance. I found the sad looking shrub ripped of most of its roots and tossed in the corner of the deck. Luckily, it wasn’t the edible plant the beast was after, more just playing in the fresh dirt.
After giving Wrigley a quick lesson on how to treat plants and a reminder that digging is not permitted, I re-planting what was left of the basil (it no longer stands upward, but mostly droops— it’s sadness is too much to try to hide) and moved the large planter under the deck to shield it not only from the wild dog, but also from the storms that were coming that night. Our hope being that the saddened basil would be strong enough and shielded enough under the deck to withstand the rain and winds and then we would move her to the side of the house (where I will inevitably forget about it and kill it due to lack of watering, let’s be honest).
The good news is that the sad basil survived the night. The bad news is that it received a second attack this morning. We didn’t get it moved to the side of the house soon enough. Luckily it was not ripped from its roots and thrown to the side. It was left standing, (or well, drooping) in the pot with very little dirt around it.
Sad, sad basil. I’m sorry I’ve let you down.
Anniversary
This past weekend was our 1-year anniversary and I surprised DJ with a trip to Chicago and Cubs tickets. I still can’t believe it’s been a year already. It was so nice to get out of town for a long weekend. We stayed with G-ma and Auntie Whetter for a couple nights and then stayed downtown on our last night so we could have dinner at the Signature Room and enjoy a few cocktails without having to worry about getting home.
We went to the Cubs/Cardinals game on Saturday and it was so much fun. We took the train downtown early so we could hang out in Wrigleyville. We ate the Cubbie Bear and began to drink ourselves silly. I think DJ finished two 16oz beers in the time it took me to get one done. He is clearly beer drinking winner. I wasn’t able to get two seats next to each other, but we were just one row apart and we got lucky
because we were by a great group of people. That’s what makes the Wrigley field so much fun… the people are amazing. We played musical chairs for about 3 innings trying to avoid the large boulder that obstructed the view of the seats next to me and to try to get DJ and me next to each other. The more we drank the more fun the game became. The most exciting part of the game was that it went into extra innings and the Cubs won with a homerun in the 11th.
All in all, it was a great weekend and an excellent way to spend our 1-year anniversary.
We went to the Cubs/Cardinals game on Saturday and it was so much fun. We took the train downtown early so we could hang out in Wrigleyville. We ate the Cubbie Bear and began to drink ourselves silly. I think DJ finished two 16oz beers in the time it took me to get one done. He is clearly beer drinking winner. I wasn’t able to get two seats next to each other, but we were just one row apart and we got lucky
because we were by a great group of people. That’s what makes the Wrigley field so much fun… the people are amazing. We played musical chairs for about 3 innings trying to avoid the large boulder that obstructed the view of the seats next to me and to try to get DJ and me next to each other. The more we drank the more fun the game became. The most exciting part of the game was that it went into extra innings and the Cubs won with a homerun in the 11th.All in all, it was a great weekend and an excellent way to spend our 1-year anniversary.
Twit or Tweet?
Ok, so Twitter is all the buzz these days. It’s infiltrating every part of my life and I don’t think I can stop the rapid spread. As a marketer, I like to keep in the loop about all things Digital, so I signed up for a Twitter account so see what it was all about. Within a matter of hours, I had 10 followers. Hey, I thought, that’s interesting. People are interested in my life. Then I thought, what is so interesting about my life and how much do I really want to share? I already feel violated by the hundreds of photos my friends like to post of me on Facebook and I so rarely update my profile that I couldn’t even tell you what’s on there about myself. Then I asked the question, “How social do I really want to be?” I’ve been wrestling with this concept for a couple weeks now and it only took an episode of Seinfield to help make things clear. In “The Kiss Hello” episode, Kramer posts the names and photos of everyone who lives in building in hopes of allowing everyone to better get to know each other and greet everyone by name and offer a warm embrace when they pass each other in the hallway. Jerry finds out quickly that this is more than he bargained for when he is greeting with a kiss by every female in the building and even Kramer plants a fat one on him.
I don’t want to be greeting with a kiss (unless you’re my husband) and I don’t necessarily want everyone to know everything about myself. Whether you trying to meet new people, share some information or trying to promote yourself, there is still a fine line between being interesting and being annoying. I mean, does anyone really care that “I’m at dinner with the hubs,” or “just about died running the hills in Shawnee Mission Park?” Will they be waiting by their phones for the next Twitter update from lwhetter? I doubt it. I would love to inflate my ego and say that those who follow me are fascinated by my life and want to know all about what I do on the weekends, but even if that were true, I just don’t think I’m ready to be that open. You hear all the time about celebrities whining about how they have no privacy and that they are constantly being stalked by the paparazzi and finding unwanted photos posted of them online. And yet, the average person is exposing themselves on their own; willingly divulging intimate details of their lives in less than 140 characters.
I may have a Twitter page, (please feel free to follow me if you’d like) but don’t expect to see 20 “status” updates a day. I am going to ease into the Twitter phenomenon and see where it takes me. I think I’m going to stay somewhere in the middle when it comes to sharing myself online. Somewhere between the timid smile and head nod of closing myself off to the world completely and the kiss hello approach that is too social. I like to think of myself as the “Pound It” of online socialization.
I don’t want to be greeting with a kiss (unless you’re my husband) and I don’t necessarily want everyone to know everything about myself. Whether you trying to meet new people, share some information or trying to promote yourself, there is still a fine line between being interesting and being annoying. I mean, does anyone really care that “I’m at dinner with the hubs,” or “just about died running the hills in Shawnee Mission Park?” Will they be waiting by their phones for the next Twitter update from lwhetter? I doubt it. I would love to inflate my ego and say that those who follow me are fascinated by my life and want to know all about what I do on the weekends, but even if that were true, I just don’t think I’m ready to be that open. You hear all the time about celebrities whining about how they have no privacy and that they are constantly being stalked by the paparazzi and finding unwanted photos posted of them online. And yet, the average person is exposing themselves on their own; willingly divulging intimate details of their lives in less than 140 characters.
I may have a Twitter page, (please feel free to follow me if you’d like) but don’t expect to see 20 “status” updates a day. I am going to ease into the Twitter phenomenon and see where it takes me. I think I’m going to stay somewhere in the middle when it comes to sharing myself online. Somewhere between the timid smile and head nod of closing myself off to the world completely and the kiss hello approach that is too social. I like to think of myself as the “Pound It” of online socialization.
A Starting Point
Whet Your World was developed in an effort to keep up with friends who seem to continuously move away, share my insights into the ever-changing world of Digital, keep my mind sharp writing witty one-liners, as well as keep myself motivated to endure the strains of the physical activity I have recently re-engulfed myself in: running.
I have started to track my progress as I train for my 1/2 marathon that is quickly approaching much faster than desired. I'm only in my 3rd week of training, so I have a long road ahead of me. Last night was cold out, so I headed to the gym to run my 2 miles on the dreaded treadmill. After running 3.5 miles outside on Monday in crazy winds (not exaggerating the crazy wind part, Danielle can verify), running in a climate-controled, wind-free, self propelling machine is much, much easier. Maybe my hatred of the treadmill was too haste...Those 2 miles flew by and before I knew it, I was home with Wrigley playing frisbee in the back yard.
I have started to track my progress as I train for my 1/2 marathon that is quickly approaching much faster than desired. I'm only in my 3rd week of training, so I have a long road ahead of me. Last night was cold out, so I headed to the gym to run my 2 miles on the dreaded treadmill. After running 3.5 miles outside on Monday in crazy winds (not exaggerating the crazy wind part, Danielle can verify), running in a climate-controled, wind-free, self propelling machine is much, much easier. Maybe my hatred of the treadmill was too haste...Those 2 miles flew by and before I knew it, I was home with Wrigley playing frisbee in the back yard.
A Year in Reflection
As I come up on my 1-year wedding anniversary, I find myself looking back on my first year as a Whetter. It’s been quite a momentous year and one of the most exciting times of my life. Key highlights:
- Gained an amazing husband, whom I respect, admire and cherish. I can also beat him in any debate/argument even though he was the Blue Valley State Debate Champion 3 years in a row. I think it’s his constant willingness to tell anyone of this Championship Debate years that makes my victories that much sweeter and my attraction to him that much stronger.
- Moved-Finally out of Larryville. No more long commute for me.
Bought a house- We may not be able to furnish every room, but I really don’t think a Christmas Tree room is that unreasonable. Just because the room is only used one month out of the year, doesn’t make it any less important to us. - Became an aunt for the 2nd time- I could not be more excited about having not one, but two nephews just down the street from us. Between Zach’s flag football, basketball and baseball games and Tanner crawling, pulling up on furniture and throwing up everywhere, it’s a exciting time to get to play with them and send them home. They are by far, my two favorite people under the age of 10 and I love every minute with them.
- Bought a dog- Wrigley, ah Wrigley. Don’t be deceived by those droopy ears. She’s vicious.
- New best friend- Finally came to the realization that that no matter what I do, I will always be a pale shade of white. SPF 30 is my best friend and I will fight it no more.
- Started a garden- I may not being able to keep a cactus alive, but herbs are a whole other species.
Goals for 2009 (April to April)
- Keep the herb garden alive
- Run in my 2nd ½ marathon in under 2:20:00
- Run away with my husband at least once
- Upgrade the Night Rider. She’s working on her last leg
Puppy Love
My husband D.J. and I recently invested in the newest addition to our family: Wrigley. I say “invested” with nothing but love, but that is exactly what she has been these past few months. Between food, treats, bones, toys, a crate, shots, vet visits and an absurd amount of Kennel Cough medication, Wrigley is quickly becoming an expensive addition to our family. We wouldn’t trade her for anything though. One look at her face with those beautiful blue/grey eyes and the extraordinarily long ears and my heart melts. She may be growing at a rapid rate making us fear she will be more the size of her father (85 lbs) instead of her mother (a quant 70), but that doesn’t stop her from thinking she’s a lap dog. If you sit on the floor, she’ll be in your lap in a matter of minutes. She doesn’t seem to mind that she has to adjust herself every 30 seconds because all four legs just don’t seem to quite fit like they use to. She’ll just grunt or moan to let you know that you’ve disrupted her sleep while you try to adjust because your bum has gone numb.We’ve been working with her on her training. She knows sit, shake and lay down. As soon as you get a treat in your hand, she successfully does all three simultaneously without needing a command. It’s kind of like the Alpha leader in a werewolf pack (yes, I am referencing the Twilight series), it’s like she can read our minds, so we don’t even have to say the command. Our next goal is to conquer “stay” and “Ouch! That f’ing hurts!” (aka stop biting me) and “Don’t go upstairs, damnit!” (aka don’t go upstairs, damnit!). I’ll let you know how those turn out.
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