i think i started something GREAT!

my wife and i were at our local nursery and i saw this packet of seeds not far from the cilantro and i had to have them.  i think this is mostly about my journey, for a first timer, to the GREAT PUMPKIN...but you never know.  i started all of this, as my therapist puts it, to let the EVIL out of me and so my two nieces and my friends two boys could have the killerest jack-o-lanterns in the greater denver area.  so i just put that love into a gourd-like squash and hope it exceeds all of my expectations.  now my new endeavor is going to be challenging on many levels, but i am here to put all fears behind me and get out and make something of these little seeds.  so here it goes. 

i had just planted the seeds and no longer than it took the soil to dry my dog had trampled one of the mounds i had set up as the perfect host for four of my little lovelys.  she is a simple dog, chases the squirrels, eats my jalepeño peppers, and craps on my mother-in-laws carpet, good girl. she, Lola, is the apple of her mother's eye. she is fat and makes me irritated every time i see here near my garden. but i deal with it, my insane grandmother puts it like this, "eric, those dogs are like your children. you need to be nice to them and then go take a rest and eat some vitamin c." the woman is like the old guy from my big fat greek wedding with the freaking windex, wtf. my grandma is and will be frequent stops on this journey so stand back and wait. 

the seeds are not lonely they are surrounded by tomatoes (three varieties), green onions, peppers, mint, basil, cilantro, and cucumbers. i carefully watch the daily progress and weed when i can.  so it seems i am back again to high school and the visions of the Great Pumpkin that broke my arm,  jeff let it drop and everyone scattered, is back and even better.  during the present quarter life crisis I am having all I really want to do besides, "have a good time all the time," is grow a three hundred pound pumpkin, fill it with gasoline, and throw it at a mailbox or ship it to friends in far off places and then send it back to me. i yearn to hear from jake's buddies,"you guy'th been smathin' mailboxes tonight?" no not us we are straight!