Monday, August 11, 2008
OH LOOK...
(I say to myself as I put on my flip flops to go trudging through 6 inches of puddle in the walkways of my garden, to pick waterlogged plants that are dying!)
JOY
Coolio
BTW, Henry wants a purple room, and so does Caroline....HUH????? Where did these kids come from? Not me...everything I own is brown, black or wait for it...cream....I know I AM daring with colors...although to give myself some credit, I do own some red, and Jamie has bought me some blue things because he thinks I look good in blue. So maybe someday I will branch out into the color wheel a little...but...if you look at my tile choice...I wouldn't hold my breath!
Brad's Garage Update #9
SO, the front of our garage is complete with the exception of door knobs, lights and garage doors.
Before the company came we got the bathroom tiled,
So there you go, our most recent update, by next week we are hoping to have it completed enough to move into...minus some trim and bookcases.
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
My Beaker Obsession from 8th Grade...
Jenny, you are digging up all those old drawings of Beamer Beaker, and Beach Beaker, and Band Beaker aren't you???? Well I have the last laugh because I know that you are peeing in your pants right now! LOL
Yeah I know, I am a freak...
…a freaking freak for all intensive purposes. As I sit here typing, on my second glass of wine, after hearing hammers plugging a long all day (all month really,) and tile was laid, and all the other really...well you know, absolutely breath taking exciting things going on in my life...I write as a new member of Facebook.
OK so you are all "that is sooooo no big deal, even Obama is on face book...for goodness sake, even McCain is on face book for that matter." Yeah I know, and for the record...
I am all "I DON'T CARE IT IS MAKING ME FEEL OLD"
I signed up after my best friend from High School, and I dare say the only one who knows about my Beaker obsession (which I will touch on later) got on, and convinced me...by you know, twisting my arm, blackmailing and bribing me with the email "wanna try this?" I mean who can resist that??? Not me.
So after 5000 emails about how to increase the size of my manliness, and how to improve my sex life... I have signed on with Facebook... (On a side note: have you all noticed a huge increase in the amount of completely inappropriate emails you get after signing on?)
I will say that while I may feel like a complete "old chick in a short skirt" about the whole thing, since I don't know how to DO anything....I have enjoyed getting back in touch with some of my old friends. Many of my girlfriends from college are on, and have asked me to be their friend...sniff sniff, I know it IS AWESOME...
Not to mention a few others that are important to me, like a friend of mine from High School named Chris, who is probably one of the most inspirational people in my life...and another friend from High school, Tom, who...well, Tom...how do I even begin to explain him. He is about the funniest person I have ever met, and it was only after we fell out of touch that my nose started to heal after years of spewing milk out of it at lunch. He is about the nicest, kindest and not the least of which funniest people I know.
So here I sit, being an old chick, who is embracing the whole, you know...Internet thang...between my blog and Facebook, who knows, I may just have a blackberry before the end of it...(or are those are not cool anymore???) Oh well, I am just going to ride my new millennium wave while I can.
Leila aren’t you proud???
Monday, August 4, 2008
I can't remember, do I blog here?
I took a little time off from blogging while my folks were around...which is funny because my mom went to read it while she was here and was all like "why aren't you posting?" and I was all like" because I am with you"
I don't think that she bought that as a reasonable excuse. But none-the-less I used it.
My family is the picture under the saying of “putting the fun back in dysfunctional” so one would think that I would have a lot of fodder for my blogging fire…and I do, but I am a little afraid that the name and number of that hit man that my in-laws are keeping on the payroll “just in case”, may get passed on to my folks if I write too much.
I am going to preface this story with saying that between the memory capacity of my 92 year old grandmother, my mom, and myself…well, there were a lot of “new” experiences and many “old stories.” that were experienced again, and again, and again…
I certainly am not going to laugh at my grandmother, because you know, that would make me a horrid person right?… However…When I took her to her Dr in NH (which my sister and I have taken her to for A LONG TIME, and we go the same way that she drove to come see us when she lived in Bath, lets just say…it ain’t uncharted waters.) We passed the big golf course on the Left and we did the usual:
Gran, “isn’t it so pretty”
Me: “Yeah, that is where I went to prom my freshman year with Rolf”
(Yeah, I know, that is another story for another time)
Gran: “Really? It is so pretty”
NOW ON THE WAY BACK, on the same road, looking at the same golf course...(now on the right)
Gran: “Wow, look at that golf course…when did that get built there? It is so pretty. I bet it is a lot of competition for that one you had your prom at.”
Me: “Uh...Yup, I bet it is”
Why bother letting her know? I have decided, what the heck?!? You get to see new things everyday in the same place you live…that has to keep life pretty exciting. “Hey where did this bathroom come from? Hmmm, it is nice; I think I will take a shower in it.”
Come on, I have a point! Again, I am not poking fun…I once thought I had a swim meet in Alberta Canada because I swore that building looked familiar. After about a week of driving my parents just looked at each other, shook their heads at their directionally challenged child, and said “mmmhmmm, you must have” It is now a family joke…I don't have to tell you, I don’t have a leg to stand on here.
Brad's Garage Update #8
The otherday we had all the insulation put in, so right now the girls are thrilled to have pepto pink walls, much to their chagrin they won't stay that way.
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