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Yard work is hard work

I love being in my own house. Granted, we are just renting, but it’s still our own space, so I want it to be homey and welcoming (considering I spend a lot of my free time there and everything). So yard work was a necessary part of moving in, especially considering the last tenant clearly never lifted a finger to mow or rake the entire time they lived there. The house may only have been sitting vacant for a few months (according to our landlord) but it’s obvious the yard hasn’t been tended to for about a year. At least, that’s what I would assume based on the amount of leaves and debris covering our yard and clogging the outdoor space.

Kevin and I both wanted to get the yard cleaned as soon as possible so we could get to the part where we actually enjoy the house and living there, so spending a weekend doing some serious yard work seemed like the best plan. But aside from the one random afternoon I spent raking my mom’s yard a few years ago when I lived there (which did not go over so well, as I remember finding a dead cat in the grass and being stung by a bee ten times), it’s been years since I’ve had to attend to anyone’s yard, mine or anyone else’s. So I don’t think I quite knew what I was getting into when I agreed to spend my weekend raking leaves and weeding. Because I was not expecting this:

29 bags was just the front and side yards. Add about another 10 bags and you've got almost 40 bags of yard waste cleaned up over two days.

29 bags was just the front and side yards. Add about another 10 bags and you’ve got almost 40 bags of yard waste cleaned up over two days.

That’s five hours worth of raking, weeding, clipping, cutting, all rolled and bagged into one. Or, er, 29. Not only did raking it all up into piles take forever and a day, but bagging it all was a giant pain in the rump. By the time we got to the back yard, I just wanted to be done and take a nap. It’s quite exhausting doing something so tedious as yard work, but I’m glad we took the time to do it, because now it doesn’t look like bums live in our house, and we can actually begin to enjoy the outdoor space we have (which is quite a bit- the more we cleaned, the more we uncovered and discovered what kind of space we were truly working with). I only hope the city will remove 40 bags of yard waste, because they never specified a limit, and I sure as hell don’t feel like lugging it all down to the facility myself and paying $5 for it. Really, what is that about? You’re going to pick it up at the curbside for free but then charge me if I bring it there myself? Whatever, Tarpon Springs. You have things ass-backwards, but I’m not complaining, because if you’ll haul it away for me, that’s 40 bags of leaves I never have to rake again.

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Felix the cat: probably the most disgusting living creature ever

I don’t understand how one cat can be so disgusting. I swear, you’d think I was the crazy cat lady who had 12 cats the way my apartment cruds up with cat grossness.

I’ll go into the bathroom, where her litter box is, and you’d think she shit all over everything just from the smell alone. She is probably the dumbest cat I’ve ever encountered; despite how clean I keep her litter box, she used to always insist on pooping over the side onto the floor. I have since reduced the likeliness of that action by finally putting a lid on the box, but she’ll still stick her butt out of the opening every once in awhile (usually after I’ve JUST CLEANED IT, so it’s litter-ally {get it? haha, litter} fresh and clean with no poop or anything in it) and poop onto the floor. And even when she does use the box like a normal cat and shits inside, she doesn’t cover it up. You know, how cats are supposed to push litter over top of everything to cover it and make it smell less and generally make it less gross? Yeah, she doesn’t do that. Instead, she’ll get out of the box and push around the puppy pad that’s on the floor (for catching those stray turds), mushing it into a big ball as if that’s accomplishing anything. Maybe she’s wiping her paws, but she needs to figure this out, because I’m tired of coming home and getting hit with a wall of poop stink, and then having to go into the bathroom and push the litter over her poop myself. Not my job, Felix. Figure it out.

I also don’t get how she can shed nearly as much as she actually does. Even in winter. Like, hello, you need that fur, don’t you? She hates being brushed but I do it as often as she’ll allow it, not that it’s really accomplishing anything, though, because she still sheds like it’s 1,000 degrees and it’s her job. I am constantly sweeping and cleaning to remove the tufts of white fur from absolutely everything in my apartment: couches, towels, all my clothes and shoes, curtains, stove tops (how does it even get up there?!), you name it, there’s probably cat hair on it at some point or another. I just don’t understand it. You would think for a cat who’s constantly licking her butt and cleaning herself she wouldn’t be anywhere close to as disgusting as she actually is.

I don’t ever want her to die but man, when that day comes, I will have so much more time for literally anything else because I won’t be constantly cleaning up after her. And my life will no longer be covered in cat hair. Until then, I guess I will continue to deal with her filth because, goddamnit, I love that cat.

She likes to sleep in the basket where I keep my sneakers. Since I've banned her from my room when I'm not home (after she threw up in my shoes), she has to find other ways to leave her grossness all over my belongings.

She likes to sleep in the basket where I keep my sneakers. Since I’ve banned her from my room when I’m not home (after she threw up in my shoes), she has to find other ways to leave her grossness all over my belongings.

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Trashy with a twist

For some people, living in third world countries, garbage is reality. Living among heaps of trash is part of life and you just become used to it, because there’s nothing to be done about it and nowhere else for all the junk to go. But I’m lucky enough to live in a country that has developed better ways to reduce, reuse and recycle that garbage to make  our country, our home, a little cleaner and a better place to live. So why do people insist on littering? Why do we continue to pollute the world we live in when we have alternatives? I’ve never understood it and I guess I never will, because I’ve always had the mentality that the Earth and the environment is a precious gift we’ve been given, not one to be taken for granted and one to be protected and cherished.

Side note: I once got my sister, her ex and I into a spot of trouble because of my passion to protect the environment. We were at a stoplight and the guy in the truck next to us rolled his window down, stuck his arm out and dropped a huge wad of paper onto the road. I called him an asshole out loud, but because my window was down, he heard us. He then proceeded to engage us in a “high-speed chase,” tailing us for about 20 minutes to try and scare us, acting like he was going to ram us. We eventually dodged him, but my sister was pretty shook up (having been the one driving) and her ex was not thrilled with me. I was most pleased with myself for having called this man out on his horrible behavior, and only hope my words serve him well in his future actions. Highly doubtful.

We found this "no dumping" sign by all the trash we collected. How appropriate.

We found this “no dumping” sign by all the trash we collected. How appropriate.

Back to the point, people are going to litter regardless of what I say or do to try and convince them not to, so it’s up to me and others like me to protect the environment (or so I’ve always believed). So I (finally) started a volunteer group with some friends and family to meet locally and pick up trash in the community. Today was the “inaugural” cleanup and although it was a very small group of us, it was still more than just me out there on the side of the road picking up trash like I used to do for fun. In my spare time. Because I have no life.

Anyway, I’m super excited I have friends and family who not only support my undying love for all things eco, but who get out there with me and share the same passion. It’s a truly great feeling to give back, even in small ways. It doesn’t have to be a global takedown (although I’m working on that one next); putting in any effort, big or small, is all it takes. And it feels good to do good.

And if I never see another cigarette butt again in my life, I will be all too thankful. Really, people, most cars- scratch that, ALL CARS- come equipped with an ash tray. It’s pretty standard. And they don’t put it there for you to keep change in (although that’s what I recommend using it for if you’re a nonsmoker, like me- very useful). And I don’t want to hear any crap about how putting the cig out in your car’s ash tray makes your car dirty and smelly. You should have thought about that before you chose to light up. The environment is not your personal ash tray, so stop acting like it. End rant.

In what ways do you and your friends/family give back to the environment? How can we continue to make a difference, even on a small scale?

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