Background: M's & my new place (I've NEVER learned how to properly write or say compound posessives like that) is on a nice, quiet sidestreet off a main road. It's basically the perfect location. We're facing a row of houses with a big, beautiful golf course behind them, we're a 2-second walk to the bus stop at the corner of our street, there are two mailboxes within a one-minute walk, and we're basically right in the middle of everything but just off to the side of it. It's quiet around here. All of our neighbors have young families (mostly kids under 6 or 7, from what I can see, but mostly young babies), are older, or are young kids in their 20's who are renting but for the most part keep the noise down.
So I hear this abrasive Boston accent talk/yelling man outside (if you're from the area, you know exactly what I mean... that nasally "rrrraaawwwwhhhhhh" sounding person who talks loudly and harshly and you can't tell if he or she is angry or not). And, of course, I sit next to the window so I can figure out what he's saying. It's this guy probably in his mid-to-late 50's yelling at someone that she is leaving already, and she'll be back in half an hour but FINE, JUST GO THEN but wait and see, you'll be back! and then loudly and indignantly hedge-trimming between outbursts. I figure it's his wife, but then I figure it's his maybe college-age daughter who stopped in for laundry or something. Then I hear two women talking on the porch, and I see a way older woman with a cane hobbling down the stairs with a young blonde woman following her. Turns out the guys' yelling at his MOTHER, who has some appointment but then she wants to stay there for 3 hours, or something, when he thinks she should go and come back and then go elsewhere afterwards, I don't know. But he yelled at her, and then he was all "COME ON, give me a hug" and she swung her cane at him and told him "shhhhhuuuuuuuUUTTTTT UP!"
I nearly burst out laughing, but they definitely would have seen me and it would have been a bit embarrassing... especially since I was sitting next to an open window half-dressed with my hair wrapped in a towel. LOL
God, people are awesome. I just wish more of them came down my street and did amusing things.
Saturday, October 6, 2007
let's make this one a productive Saturday
On the docket for today:
*fold clean laundry & put it away
* clear Museum of Candlesticks from the coffee table & sort (what we're keeping, what's going to David)
* put the avalanche of books in the office onto shelves
*change laundry over; bring clean stuff upstairs to fold and put away
*develop system for where to put "okay I wore it today but it's still clean so I don't want to put it in the laundry" clothes
*coin jar... collect all five million pennies that cover every surface of this house and put them into a container
* buy paper towels so I can then clean the kitchen and bathroom
*new sheets on bed
* change laundry over again; bring clean stuff upstairs to fold and put away
*put away clean dishes and throw a few more dirty ones into the dishwasher
* shower because now I am sweaty
* buy some sort of food for guests to eat because The Bear Pair are coming over :D
Aren't I such a good little housewife-in-training. Although that's an unfair statement... M does a lot of this stuff himself during the week, and when I'm around we're pretty good at sharing household responsibilities. He's gotten better at keeping things clean that I have lately... but I've gotten fed up with those small messes that pile up, or the fact that we only had one large towel to share after showering last night because the laundry pile had grown so big. So now I'm determined to get ALL of the laundry done today. I mean, there's only two of us, how hard can it be? I'm just really lazy about trekking "all the way" down to the basement... I'd prefer to walk a few blocks than to go up and down stairs.
I think I'm going to start with folding laundry and putting new sheets on the bed. You might see some strikethroughs appearing throughout the day. Know that my mood is a direct reflection of how many strikethroughs show up... if I don't get much done, ESPECIALLY before The Bear Pair arrive... I don't want them seeing my home a disaster. I must be Martha Stewart OR ELSE. ha.
On a side note, I've decided to give creative nicknames to friends of mine that I write about in here. It appears to be the very "blog" thing to do, and since I'm new to "blogging" (as opposed to LiveJournaling, which I consider quite a different "art") I figure I might as well try it out. I don't have a good nickname for M, and he couldn't think of one either. It's hard to redefine someone you're so very close to with a one-dimensional nickname! But for M's best friend since highschool (also the Best Man in our wedding) and his husband, "The Bear Pair" is too cute and tacky to pass up.
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* clear Museum of Candlesticks from the coffee table & sort (what we're keeping, what's going to David)
* put the avalanche of books in the office onto shelves
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* buy paper towels so I can then clean the kitchen and bathroom
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* change laundry over again; bring clean stuff upstairs to fold and put away
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* shower because now I am sweaty
* buy some sort of food for guests to eat because The Bear Pair are coming over :D
Aren't I such a good little housewife-in-training. Although that's an unfair statement... M does a lot of this stuff himself during the week, and when I'm around we're pretty good at sharing household responsibilities. He's gotten better at keeping things clean that I have lately... but I've gotten fed up with those small messes that pile up, or the fact that we only had one large towel to share after showering last night because the laundry pile had grown so big. So now I'm determined to get ALL of the laundry done today. I mean, there's only two of us, how hard can it be? I'm just really lazy about trekking "all the way" down to the basement... I'd prefer to walk a few blocks than to go up and down stairs.
I think I'm going to start with folding laundry and putting new sheets on the bed. You might see some strikethroughs appearing throughout the day. Know that my mood is a direct reflection of how many strikethroughs show up... if I don't get much done, ESPECIALLY before The Bear Pair arrive... I don't want them seeing my home a disaster. I must be Martha Stewart OR ELSE. ha.
On a side note, I've decided to give creative nicknames to friends of mine that I write about in here. It appears to be the very "blog" thing to do, and since I'm new to "blogging" (as opposed to LiveJournaling, which I consider quite a different "art") I figure I might as well try it out. I don't have a good nickname for M, and he couldn't think of one either. It's hard to redefine someone you're so very close to with a one-dimensional nickname! But for M's best friend since highschool (also the Best Man in our wedding) and his husband, "The Bear Pair" is too cute and tacky to pass up.
Monday, September 24, 2007
picture post.
I FINALLY uploaded photos from my camera into my computer. I have some from as far back as September 9th. I'm usually much more organized about it than that, but now I've got this new computer and I haven't even transferred over my favorites list yet.
I've been playing around with the settings a lot, so bear with me if some of them come out funky or fuzzy.
This was taken at least two weeks ago, when my parents and youngest brother and I went to visit my second-youngest brother at boarding school. (I guess the simplest way to describe that would be to say "Mom and Dad took #1 and #5 to visit #4. Yes, there are five of us. Apparently that's a "ton" of kids?)
I thought this plum looked like a heart.
Cooking with M-- our first time "really cooking" in the new place, since I don't count using a rice maker as "cooking." It was a one-pot Spanish chicken dish with tomato and rice. Not my thing, but it was actually really, really good. Can you tell I was figuring out the filters on my camera? It was so tasty-looking; I wish I'd set the ISO properly.
I hung out with Jen and we made things out of clay. This is her "penguin", which is more of an ambiguous bird (more like a partridge, perhaps) but it looked so adorable and soft and cuddly.
A. decided to be Davey Jones last week. As far as he knows from my explanations and a POTC book with magnets that he has, Davey Jones is a man-octopus who is covered in tentacles, so when A. wants to "be" Davey Jones he requests that I help him tie or tape strings and ribbons all over his body, and then attach small objects to the ends of the "tentacles" to repretsent Davey's conquests.
I did a ton of cleaning yesterday at the new place, so here are some random images that I took to show some of the changes we've made since we've been there.
This is our living room. All the furniture and art you see here is from M's dad. The patterned chairs aren't really to my liking, but we have a goregeous black leather couch (called the "casting couch" by Jen), an old country table with the legs sawed-off for a coffee table, some beautiful brass lamps and some cool artwork. I love that YWCA poster, and off to the right (I think you can see it in the picture; it depends on how it resized) is 17th century European sheet music. We also have a decent volume of "stuff" that we're trying to relocate and sort through...
Our dining room! I bought new curtains and candles, M hung up my old shell... well, I geuss you'd have to call it a "shell hanging." I don't know what else it would be. I bought it when I was 13 in Cape Cod and have never been able to hang it anywhere, so I was all excited about it.
You can't see all of them here, but I hung 6 framed wine labels the other day. You can see two; the other four are on the left wall just out of the picture.
We hung pictures up along the stairway. Left to right-- Louis Armstrong autographed by Dr. John, Rent poster signed by part of the cast, and Garbage poster signed by the band. M is big on autographed stuff. :)
My kitchen! My clean, clean kitchen! My kitchen which is no longer a warehouse for books and random appliances!!!
There's something I need to tell you all... I have a dark secret. My secret is that I am extremely anal-retentive. I try hard to be a spontaneous, fun, young, 20-something who is exciting and artistic and unpredictable... but then I do things like organize our Magnetic Poetry words on the fridge in groups by part of speech.
It was all I could do not to list them alphabetically as well. As it is, I spent half an hour doing this.
*sigh*
I sat and watched the Animal Planet Whatever-It's-Called dog show yesterday while organizing our spices. They need to be in the special glass bottles that go with the spice rack because it is prettier this way. M has learned to let me win my little battles because it makes me feel like I'm in control and it occupies me for a goof hour to do such things.
I have friends in high places, and those friends hooked me up with Buzz Lightyear today. I had the particular honor and privilege to see him up-close loading up his spaceship for a "great adventure," although he wasn't to where he was headed. He certainly made sure to pack everything he might need, including a shopping cart, a fishing pole, some power tools (in case the ship breaks down, duh) and an elephant.
He was able to take a brief reprieve from saving the universe from the Evil Lord Zurg to have a picnic with me at our log cabin house, and then to roast marshmellows over the campfire that we had "lit" to keep us warm during our picnic.
Saving the universe it tough work, though... especially after 3 hours at preschool and 45 minutes at ballet.
I've been playing around with the settings a lot, so bear with me if some of them come out funky or fuzzy.
This was taken at least two weeks ago, when my parents and youngest brother and I went to visit my second-youngest brother at boarding school. (I guess the simplest way to describe that would be to say "Mom and Dad took #1 and #5 to visit #4. Yes, there are five of us. Apparently that's a "ton" of kids?)
I thought this plum looked like a heart.
Cooking with M-- our first time "really cooking" in the new place, since I don't count using a rice maker as "cooking." It was a one-pot Spanish chicken dish with tomato and rice. Not my thing, but it was actually really, really good. Can you tell I was figuring out the filters on my camera? It was so tasty-looking; I wish I'd set the ISO properly.
I hung out with Jen and we made things out of clay. This is her "penguin", which is more of an ambiguous bird (more like a partridge, perhaps) but it looked so adorable and soft and cuddly.
A. decided to be Davey Jones last week. As far as he knows from my explanations and a POTC book with magnets that he has, Davey Jones is a man-octopus who is covered in tentacles, so when A. wants to "be" Davey Jones he requests that I help him tie or tape strings and ribbons all over his body, and then attach small objects to the ends of the "tentacles" to repretsent Davey's conquests.
I did a ton of cleaning yesterday at the new place, so here are some random images that I took to show some of the changes we've made since we've been there.
This is our living room. All the furniture and art you see here is from M's dad. The patterned chairs aren't really to my liking, but we have a goregeous black leather couch (called the "casting couch" by Jen), an old country table with the legs sawed-off for a coffee table, some beautiful brass lamps and some cool artwork. I love that YWCA poster, and off to the right (I think you can see it in the picture; it depends on how it resized) is 17th century European sheet music. We also have a decent volume of "stuff" that we're trying to relocate and sort through...
Our dining room! I bought new curtains and candles, M hung up my old shell... well, I geuss you'd have to call it a "shell hanging." I don't know what else it would be. I bought it when I was 13 in Cape Cod and have never been able to hang it anywhere, so I was all excited about it.
You can't see all of them here, but I hung 6 framed wine labels the other day. You can see two; the other four are on the left wall just out of the picture.
We hung pictures up along the stairway. Left to right-- Louis Armstrong autographed by Dr. John, Rent poster signed by part of the cast, and Garbage poster signed by the band. M is big on autographed stuff. :)
My kitchen! My clean, clean kitchen! My kitchen which is no longer a warehouse for books and random appliances!!!
There's something I need to tell you all... I have a dark secret. My secret is that I am extremely anal-retentive. I try hard to be a spontaneous, fun, young, 20-something who is exciting and artistic and unpredictable... but then I do things like organize our Magnetic Poetry words on the fridge in groups by part of speech.
It was all I could do not to list them alphabetically as well. As it is, I spent half an hour doing this.
*sigh*
I sat and watched the Animal Planet Whatever-It's-Called dog show yesterday while organizing our spices. They need to be in the special glass bottles that go with the spice rack because it is prettier this way. M has learned to let me win my little battles because it makes me feel like I'm in control and it occupies me for a goof hour to do such things.
I have friends in high places, and those friends hooked me up with Buzz Lightyear today. I had the particular honor and privilege to see him up-close loading up his spaceship for a "great adventure," although he wasn't to where he was headed. He certainly made sure to pack everything he might need, including a shopping cart, a fishing pole, some power tools (in case the ship breaks down, duh) and an elephant.
He was able to take a brief reprieve from saving the universe from the Evil Lord Zurg to have a picnic with me at our log cabin house, and then to roast marshmellows over the campfire that we had "lit" to keep us warm during our picnic.
Saving the universe it tough work, though... especially after 3 hours at preschool and 45 minutes at ballet.
Sunday, September 23, 2007
Another WTF.
I'm watching an HBO Documentary (yay for My DVR!) called "100% Woman," about a transgendered woman (possibly transsexual? I think she's on hormone treatments, at any rate) who is a professional mountain biker. All of her competitors are trying to get her disqualified because she's not, as they say, "a real woman."
Here I was thinking they just didn't want someone with the unfair advantage of a male muscle-to-fat ratio competeing against them, or something biological like that... but no, it's that "she might go to the championships and THEN what would people think about women's mountain biking???"
Yes, that's a huge concern. One transgendered woman might ruin mountain biking for everyone! Clearly that means all female mountain bikers are actually men.
It's almost funny how people don't realize that GLBT rights are the younger generation's civil rights movement. GLBT struggles are not synonymous with the racial struggles this country (and the world) have faced because the histories just aren't the same, but there's something to be said for the fact that strides have been made in the past 40-50 years towards racial equality-- although we're still light-years away from that being anything near "equal"-- and now we're doing something similar to GLBT people. What? It just BAFFLES me. This is going to be one more embarassing era in US history that could have been SO SIGNIFICANTLY SHORTENED if we just pushed through the paperwork already, made gay marriage legal ("marriage", in my mind, shouldn't be a government concern at all) and started pushing through this to actual social, political, and cultural equality for everyone.
GLBT rights is my voting issue this election. What's yours?
Here I was thinking they just didn't want someone with the unfair advantage of a male muscle-to-fat ratio competeing against them, or something biological like that... but no, it's that "she might go to the championships and THEN what would people think about women's mountain biking???"
Yes, that's a huge concern. One transgendered woman might ruin mountain biking for everyone! Clearly that means all female mountain bikers are actually men.
It's almost funny how people don't realize that GLBT rights are the younger generation's civil rights movement. GLBT struggles are not synonymous with the racial struggles this country (and the world) have faced because the histories just aren't the same, but there's something to be said for the fact that strides have been made in the past 40-50 years towards racial equality-- although we're still light-years away from that being anything near "equal"-- and now we're doing something similar to GLBT people. What? It just BAFFLES me. This is going to be one more embarassing era in US history that could have been SO SIGNIFICANTLY SHORTENED if we just pushed through the paperwork already, made gay marriage legal ("marriage", in my mind, shouldn't be a government concern at all) and started pushing through this to actual social, political, and cultural equality for everyone.
GLBT rights is my voting issue this election. What's yours?
Friday, September 21, 2007
grumbling and wondering
Stupid graduate school. I'm so frustrated with them right now. I've had classes canceled on me last-minute (REQUIRED classes), had them combined with undergrads to save money (and therefore dumbed-down to an undergraduate level... no offense to undergrads, but there is a big difference in the style, level of intensity, and courseload, not to mention your courses are cheaper than ours, at least at this school, but we're still paying grad prices for an undergrad education!), and now the latest in my saga... I signed up for a class and was billed for it, but I was somehow never added to the course list. What? Doesn't the computer do that automatically? So I missed the first class two days ago because the professor didn't have me on her list, and therefore didn't email me to tell me when the course was starting, and in the end I only found out that I'd missed the class because a classmate of mine was chatting with the professor and was surprised to hear that I hadn't been in attendance.
Siiiiiiiigh. Let me tell you... I'm trying really hard to be professional in a public journal forum... but this school really is a mess. I've never had to work so hard to do so many other people's jobs in my life. Honestly, I shouldn't have to call an office, ask them how to fix something they've messed up, have them reassure me that they'll take care of it... and then have to call back twice more to ensure that it gets done. Isn't that what they get paid for?
In other news...
I've been itching to clean lately. I've been spending so much time cleaning at my & M's new place that I've completely abandoned the house I currently live in... my parents' house. My room and bathroom here are a disaster. I think it pisses my mom off that I've been cleaning at the new place and not here. There's just so much to go through! I was searching for something in my closet the other day-- a guitar pedal to bring to my friend's house-- and I found half of my life from high school in a giant pile. I need to box that stuff up before it all either gets destroyed under the weight of everything else in there, or just thoroughly traumatizes me. High school was heavy stuff! I don't really want to come face-to-face with "REMEMBER HOW MISERABLE YOU WERE?! SUCKED, DIDN'T IT?!" every time I look for a pair of shoes.
I want to paint, too. And I want to buy more artwork! M and I hung a bunch of pictures the past few days. We have such a random collection, almost entirely from his dad... 17th century European sheet music, a Louisiana Jazz Festival poster signed by Dr. John, a YWCA "Our Second Line of Defense" poster from... the 1940s? maybe?, 6 fancy gold-framed wine labels, an autographed Tori Amos CD insert, an autographed Garbage mini-poster, an autographed poster from the movie Dogma, and an Edward Hopper "Nighthawks" print... and that's just two rooms and a hallway. We have a LOT of artwork. I want more of my own, though. I want to buy a few things to personalize it a bit. I love all the stuff we have so far, but it's mostly hand-me-down art from M's dad and then some pieces of M's, and I want to mix in a few things of my own to make it all feel more like ours, you know?
I'm trying to think of what to buy. I definitely want a Mark Ryden print, I know that much. I've loved his work since high school-- I did a study on "The Bunny Butcher" my senior year, and own a book of some of his work (just up through maybe 2002). I'd like some artistic interpretations of the women I referenced in an earlier post... maybe Eve and the Black Mary in particular. But it would be great to find a set of all four done by one artist in a series.
Hmm. Looks like my Christmas list this year is going to be all artwork and educational materials...
Edited to add: Ooh, I definitely want Allegory of the Four Seasons.
Siiiiiiiigh. Let me tell you... I'm trying really hard to be professional in a public journal forum... but this school really is a mess. I've never had to work so hard to do so many other people's jobs in my life. Honestly, I shouldn't have to call an office, ask them how to fix something they've messed up, have them reassure me that they'll take care of it... and then have to call back twice more to ensure that it gets done. Isn't that what they get paid for?
In other news...
I've been itching to clean lately. I've been spending so much time cleaning at my & M's new place that I've completely abandoned the house I currently live in... my parents' house. My room and bathroom here are a disaster. I think it pisses my mom off that I've been cleaning at the new place and not here. There's just so much to go through! I was searching for something in my closet the other day-- a guitar pedal to bring to my friend's house-- and I found half of my life from high school in a giant pile. I need to box that stuff up before it all either gets destroyed under the weight of everything else in there, or just thoroughly traumatizes me. High school was heavy stuff! I don't really want to come face-to-face with "REMEMBER HOW MISERABLE YOU WERE?! SUCKED, DIDN'T IT?!" every time I look for a pair of shoes.
I want to paint, too. And I want to buy more artwork! M and I hung a bunch of pictures the past few days. We have such a random collection, almost entirely from his dad... 17th century European sheet music, a Louisiana Jazz Festival poster signed by Dr. John, a YWCA "Our Second Line of Defense" poster from... the 1940s? maybe?, 6 fancy gold-framed wine labels, an autographed Tori Amos CD insert, an autographed Garbage mini-poster, an autographed poster from the movie Dogma, and an Edward Hopper "Nighthawks" print... and that's just two rooms and a hallway. We have a LOT of artwork. I want more of my own, though. I want to buy a few things to personalize it a bit. I love all the stuff we have so far, but it's mostly hand-me-down art from M's dad and then some pieces of M's, and I want to mix in a few things of my own to make it all feel more like ours, you know?
I'm trying to think of what to buy. I definitely want a Mark Ryden print, I know that much. I've loved his work since high school-- I did a study on "The Bunny Butcher" my senior year, and own a book of some of his work (just up through maybe 2002). I'd like some artistic interpretations of the women I referenced in an earlier post... maybe Eve and the Black Mary in particular. But it would be great to find a set of all four done by one artist in a series.
Hmm. Looks like my Christmas list this year is going to be all artwork and educational materials...
Edited to add: Ooh, I definitely want Allegory of the Four Seasons.
Sunday, September 16, 2007
Treasure Hunting
M and I spent over an hour digging things out of the basement today. When I say "we" I mean "he moved boxes and I watched," but I'd like to think my presence provided some sort of moral support or something. :) We were looking for some framed artwork that we had packed and transported to the new place long before the movers brought all of M's dad's stuff over, so basically it was buried beneath seven layers of old furniture, clothing, obsolete electrical equipment and appliances, and a million boxes of books. Which, incidentally, we were also looking for, except the exact box of books kept evading us.
It was not a fruitless pursuit, though... we found an old Nintendo system (THE old Nintendo system) and a million games to go with it. I had no idea that there was a game called "Elevator Action." It sounds dirty, but apparently elevators and video games were both novel technology back in the early 80's? I don't know; I was born is '83. I couldn't find Duck Hunt or Mike Tyson's Punch-Out, but I did find the first two Mario games, so I'm happy. And I have a Duck Hunt gun. :D Duck Hunt is down there somewhere, in another box...
We also found M's old Star Wars Talking Alarm Clock. Some ebay investigation revealed that this is not a particularly rare or valuable relic from times past, but it is pretty hilarious. We just might keep it. Apparently it says "It's time for young rebels to wake up!" instead of beeping. I give it a week before it irritates me. Ah, I love the 80's.
Speaking of the Evil Empire... the Red Sox and the Yankees are tied 1-1 in the 8th. I'm not much for sports, and I'm especially not interested in sitting and watching a slow-action 3-hour game on TV (that's three episodes of The L Word, or seven episodes of South Park!) but I am a Boston girl, and therefore have a vested interest in the success of the Red Sox. Plus my parents are at the game right now. Go, Sox, go!
Man, I'm excited about my new Nintendo. I hope it works!
It was not a fruitless pursuit, though... we found an old Nintendo system (THE old Nintendo system) and a million games to go with it. I had no idea that there was a game called "Elevator Action." It sounds dirty, but apparently elevators and video games were both novel technology back in the early 80's? I don't know; I was born is '83. I couldn't find Duck Hunt or Mike Tyson's Punch-Out, but I did find the first two Mario games, so I'm happy. And I have a Duck Hunt gun. :D Duck Hunt is down there somewhere, in another box...
We also found M's old Star Wars Talking Alarm Clock. Some ebay investigation revealed that this is not a particularly rare or valuable relic from times past, but it is pretty hilarious. We just might keep it. Apparently it says "It's time for young rebels to wake up!" instead of beeping. I give it a week before it irritates me. Ah, I love the 80's.
Speaking of the Evil Empire... the Red Sox and the Yankees are tied 1-1 in the 8th. I'm not much for sports, and I'm especially not interested in sitting and watching a slow-action 3-hour game on TV (that's three episodes of The L Word, or seven episodes of South Park!) but I am a Boston girl, and therefore have a vested interest in the success of the Red Sox. Plus my parents are at the game right now. Go, Sox, go!
Man, I'm excited about my new Nintendo. I hope it works!
Geez, it's been almost a week.
I guess I've been busy...
I got my new computer in the mail! It's one of those new make-your-own Dell laptops. I got the green one. I'm surprised it took so long to show up-- I ordered it August 8th-- but I think I hit the tail end of the going-back-to-school crowd. My brother ordered his computer a week before mine and he got it August 18th... mine came in this past Thursday.
I love it so far, although I'm still getting used to Vista. I'm not really a huge fan so far. I know enough about computers that I get irritated when they dumb things down and make it all "user friendly" for computer-illiterate people, and then I can't find things that I used to do myself manually because it's all "no no, we do for you! you relax!"
I love WiFi, too. I'm sitting in bed right now on the 3rd floor of my & M's new place... cozy.
I spent all morning cleaning yesterday. I cleaned the kitchen, living room and dining room, put a bunch of things away, sorted out the extra dishware that we don't want anymore (it's nice stuff but not microwave safe), vaccuumed, put away some more books, and then ironed and hung up 4 sets of curtains. My GOD ironing takes a long time. The curtains I bought for the living room are a polyester "these look like silk" blend and they were ridiculously wrinkled from the package. They're gold and shiny, so I was worried they'd make our living room (with what Jen calls the black leather "casting couch") look too much like the King's Personal Champagne Room, but they're actually quite subtle and nice.
So after all that cleaning, I've decided to be utterly useless today. Although actually when M comes back from the gym I want to organize the bedroom and vaccuum upstairs. (Look at me; I'm a real grown-up!)
Coming up next in the Exciting World of J's Home Organization Project: Picture wire! Stay tuned.
Oh, and a special belated birthday congrats for Vera. Hope you had a good one, darlin'. :)
I got my new computer in the mail! It's one of those new make-your-own Dell laptops. I got the green one. I'm surprised it took so long to show up-- I ordered it August 8th-- but I think I hit the tail end of the going-back-to-school crowd. My brother ordered his computer a week before mine and he got it August 18th... mine came in this past Thursday.
I love it so far, although I'm still getting used to Vista. I'm not really a huge fan so far. I know enough about computers that I get irritated when they dumb things down and make it all "user friendly" for computer-illiterate people, and then I can't find things that I used to do myself manually because it's all "no no, we do for you! you relax!"
I love WiFi, too. I'm sitting in bed right now on the 3rd floor of my & M's new place... cozy.
I spent all morning cleaning yesterday. I cleaned the kitchen, living room and dining room, put a bunch of things away, sorted out the extra dishware that we don't want anymore (it's nice stuff but not microwave safe), vaccuumed, put away some more books, and then ironed and hung up 4 sets of curtains. My GOD ironing takes a long time. The curtains I bought for the living room are a polyester "these look like silk" blend and they were ridiculously wrinkled from the package. They're gold and shiny, so I was worried they'd make our living room (with what Jen calls the black leather "casting couch") look too much like the King's Personal Champagne Room, but they're actually quite subtle and nice.
So after all that cleaning, I've decided to be utterly useless today. Although actually when M comes back from the gym I want to organize the bedroom and vaccuum upstairs. (Look at me; I'm a real grown-up!)
Coming up next in the Exciting World of J's Home Organization Project: Picture wire! Stay tuned.
Oh, and a special belated birthday congrats for Vera. Hope you had a good one, darlin'. :)
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