Saturday, June 30, 2007
Friday, June 29, 2007
Thursday, June 28, 2007
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
I enjoyed this book, there are some unexpected twists, but I don't think I'll read it again. Hey, I have an idea! Maybe I'll send it to my cousin....so she can fall behind on her reading goal, too!
Monday, June 25, 2007
I think I like the idea of this room better than I like the room itself. On first glance it's very attractive, calm, clean, etc. When I think about having that room in my house, however, it quickly becomes unrealistic. First, I hate wicker. Hate it. Second, there's not a lot of color, so while the neutrals are nice and universally appealing, it really doesn't reflect our tastes. Third, I could never be that tidy. Where is the unfinished book hanging over the arm of the chair? The unopened mail on the coffee table? The pair of shoes that were discarded after work? Lovely in theory, impractical in practice.
- Shasta daisies
- day lilies
- chocolate daisies
Friday, June 22, 2007
The Mister and I went to
During my single years I started to resent all of the time alone. Although I lived in a chaotic environment with lots of activity, it still felt like I spent an inordinate time talking to myself instead of having real conversations. I developed some very close friendships during that time, but you can only go out so many nights a week. Eventually your bank account and your pillow will object.
Now I’m married and trying to find the right balance. The Mister’s job has always provided plenty of alone time—he works a lot of evenings and weekends and I’m a 7:30 to 4 kind of gal. That job is changing in the middle of August, and he’ll be home a lot more. I’m giddy as a schoolgirl over this development because it has been a long time overdue, but I also wonder…What will this mean for the marriage? I know we’ll get along just fine, but how long will it take us to find equilibrium? Will he respect the fact that I watch House Hunters every night at 5:30 and there will be no argument about that? Will he understand that some nights Cheerios are the best kind of dinner? Will there be adequate time to read and write in my journal? I guess we’ll work through that in August.
Thursday, June 21, 2007
Fortunately, Mom and Dad still have Big* (the other goat) and the llama, Molly Mocha.
I'm still trying to figure out how to steal one of those cute baby goats from the petting zoo at the Stock Show in January. I'm willing to create the distraction, I just need someone to put the goat under their shirt and run. The Mister wants nothing to do with this plan, and that makes me sad. He has no sense of adventure.
* I take no responsibility for these names. My sister named them and she's lost all naming rights for eternity as a result. The llama came with her name, so there was no arguing about that.
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
Obsessing over paint color for the living room. Imagining a beautiful chandelier over the dining room table. Picturing the sheers I want to sew for the bedroom (must learn to sew first). Drooling over throw pillows.
The home inspection went beautifully this morning, and I find that it has just taken my daydreaming to a whole new level. I will be completely non-functioning by the time the closing date rolls around!
Monday, June 18, 2007
Bliss. Just have to pass the home inspection on Wednesday and sign lots of paperwork and spend oodles of money and obsess some more over paint chips and mentally arrange our furniture and figure out what plants are growing in the backyard and.... Look! Isn't it cute?!?
Thursday, June 14, 2007
I just returned from a conference in
Tuesday, June 5, 2007
Me? If something’s really important to me I’ll say it more than ten times. With jumping up and down. And many exclamation points!!!!!! Just so people know it’s important.
You can see where it might cause some confusion.
Monday, June 4, 2007
the Mister: (incoherent singing, mumbling)
Me: Whatcha singing?
the Mister: "Purple Haze"
Me: I don't know that one.
the Mister: It's by Jimi Hendrix!
Me: That's why I don't like it. I hate Jimi!
the Mister: Woman, I'm not so sure we have a future together...
Me: I don't like Bob Marley, either.
the Mister: (grumbling, disgust, more grumbling)...sigh...