Well, I’ve been blessed being a homeowner.  I’ve now owned the ‘Casa de Walker’ since August of ‘08, and as time passes, I find new and exciting (note the pun there) issues that tend to arise.  The most important issue I’m working out is proper lawn care.  I feel bombarded by yard work, even though I do believe playing in the yard is the true American dream.  Here’s why:

My awesome neighbor and his wife graduated with a Horticulture degree at NC state, so therefore, the two of them have the nicest yard in the ‘hood.  Also, add in Morgan’s dad, John, who has the true field of dreams (seriously, his yard looks like a lush wall-to-wall burbur), and you have one seriously anxious PMT.

I’ve weeded, seeded, watered, limed, and patched everything else you can imagine doing in order to get the green. 

Sadly, nothing.

Yesterday, Lord Vador graciously dropped some sod blessings upon my and my feable yard for the sake of patching that rough spot on the corner of my little piece of land, and, as I began laying it down, I noticed fire. 

No, not flames…fire…ants.

All over the yard, little tiny frustrations of fire ants roaming free as if they make the mortgage payment.

You know, this now means war…someone find me a magnifying glass.

Payback…this time, it’s for real.