Folks, today is the day. It's THE official move in the bed and clothes day!
Huzzzzah!
So.....maybe instead of blogging about moving....I should actually GO and move. Hah.
cheers and cheerios my friends!
peace out!
Heart Go Boom-Boom 'a happy woman's attempt to tell the world what makes her heart tick'
Sunday, March 15, 2009
Friday, March 13, 2009
wow. woooooow.
Psycho stage moms unite and live vicariously through their spray tanned, false eyelashed, fake haired 3 year olds. Dear Lord, deliver us from evil...
stooopid
In an amazing acrobatic feat of tard, I burned the back of my calf with freshly boiled water. Incredible, I know. 'And the Tard Olympics would now like to present the Gold to Yana....' It's mostly healing now, but the potential scar had me in tears.
The ANTM cattle call was last night. As I walked up to the Coliseum at 6:15, there was a line from the doors outside and around the building. The tension was thick as frozen butter as I watched the girls in the line check eacother out. SO HILARIOUS. After inching our way in the cold for 25 mins, a man came out and announced "NO MORE GIRLS. THEY AREN'T SEEING ANYMORE GIRLS, SO GO HOME." Wtf, really? Chris joked, I bet that is just some womans boyfriend trying to get to rid all the competition!' Then a black mamma started yelling at the local news camera "this is my daughter's DREAM! We worked too hard to get turned away at the doors!! TYRA!!! THIS IS THE AMERICA'S NEXT TOP MODEL!!!!!!" Ahh, don't you just love stage moms projecting their dreams onto their daughters? We then decided a celebratory drink was due...to celebrate.....the effort! I love an excuse to celebrate!
The ANTM cattle call was last night. As I walked up to the Coliseum at 6:15, there was a line from the doors outside and around the building. The tension was thick as frozen butter as I watched the girls in the line check eacother out. SO HILARIOUS. After inching our way in the cold for 25 mins, a man came out and announced "NO MORE GIRLS. THEY AREN'T SEEING ANYMORE GIRLS, SO GO HOME." Wtf, really? Chris joked, I bet that is just some womans boyfriend trying to get to rid all the competition!' Then a black mamma started yelling at the local news camera "this is my daughter's DREAM! We worked too hard to get turned away at the doors!! TYRA!!! THIS IS THE AMERICA'S NEXT TOP MODEL!!!!!!" Ahh, don't you just love stage moms projecting their dreams onto their daughters? We then decided a celebratory drink was due...to celebrate.....the effort! I love an excuse to celebrate!
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Oh Shel. You're such a hoot.
As a child, my favorite Shel Silverstein poem was 'Sarah Cynthia Slyvia Stout Would Not Take The Garbage Out'. I remember memorizing parts of it!
What was your favorite poem or story as a little kiddo?
Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout
Would not take the garbage out!
She'd scour the pots and scrape the pans,
Candy the yams and spice the hams,
And though her daddy would scream and shout,
She simply would not take the garbage out.
And so it piled up to the ceilings:
Coffee grounds, potato peelings,
Brown Bananas, rotten peas,
Chunks of sour cottage cheese.
It filled the can, it covered the floor,
It cracked the window and blocked the door
With bacon rinds and chicken bones,
Drippy ends of ice cream cones,
Prune pits, peach pits, orange peel,
Gloppy glumps of cold oatmeal,
Pizza crusts and withered greens,
Soggy beans and tangerines,
Crusts of black burned buttered toast,
Grisly bits of beefy roasts...
The garbage rolled down the hall,
It raised the roof, it broke the wall...
Greasy napkins, cookie crumbs,
Globs of gooey bubble gum,
Cellophane from green baloney,
Rubbery blubbery macaroni,
Peanut butter, caked and dry,
Curdled milk and crusts of pie,
Moldy melons, dried-up mustard,
Eggshells mixed with lemon custard,
Cold french fries and rancid meat,
Yellow lumps of Cream of Wheat.
At last the garbage reached so high
That finally it touched the sky.
And all the neighbors moved away,
And none of her friends would come to play.
And finally Sarah Cynthia Slylvia Stout said,
"Ok, I'll take the garbage out!"
But then, of course, it was too late...
The garbage reached across the state,
From New York to the Golden Gate.
And there, in the garbage she did hate,
Poor Sarah met an awful fate,
That I cannot right now relate
Because the hour is much too late.
But children, remember Sarah Stout
And always take the garbage out!
What was your favorite poem or story as a little kiddo?
Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout
Would not take the garbage out!
She'd scour the pots and scrape the pans,
Candy the yams and spice the hams,
And though her daddy would scream and shout,
She simply would not take the garbage out.
And so it piled up to the ceilings:
Coffee grounds, potato peelings,
Brown Bananas, rotten peas,
Chunks of sour cottage cheese.
It filled the can, it covered the floor,
It cracked the window and blocked the door
With bacon rinds and chicken bones,
Drippy ends of ice cream cones,
Prune pits, peach pits, orange peel,
Gloppy glumps of cold oatmeal,
Pizza crusts and withered greens,
Soggy beans and tangerines,
Crusts of black burned buttered toast,
Grisly bits of beefy roasts...
The garbage rolled down the hall,
It raised the roof, it broke the wall...
Greasy napkins, cookie crumbs,
Globs of gooey bubble gum,
Cellophane from green baloney,
Rubbery blubbery macaroni,
Peanut butter, caked and dry,
Curdled milk and crusts of pie,
Moldy melons, dried-up mustard,
Eggshells mixed with lemon custard,
Cold french fries and rancid meat,
Yellow lumps of Cream of Wheat.
At last the garbage reached so high
That finally it touched the sky.
And all the neighbors moved away,
And none of her friends would come to play.
And finally Sarah Cynthia Slylvia Stout said,
"Ok, I'll take the garbage out!"
But then, of course, it was too late...
The garbage reached across the state,
From New York to the Golden Gate.
And there, in the garbage she did hate,
Poor Sarah met an awful fate,
That I cannot right now relate
Because the hour is much too late.
But children, remember Sarah Stout
And always take the garbage out!
Wedding Bliss
I'd like to share our wedding video with you all! Filmed by my friend David Larkins & edited by Andrew Bowser of Monachetti. They are incredible filmmakers and I'd highly recommend them for weddings. Tell your friends!
Cheers to love!
Wedding Video from Yana Banova on Vimeo.
Cheers to love!
Wedding Video from Yana Banova on Vimeo.
abdominal midget punching bag kind of day
dudettes.
4. we are having the most schizoprenic weather lately. Last week in PA it was snowing, then by the end of the week it was a gorgeous 70 degrees. Please, grandpa winters, pack your bags and go to florida already, we need Spring!
i spent allllll day in bed yesterday, recovering from the head cold that reared it's ugly head once more. But even worse, my abdominal/ovaries area felt like a midgets' punching bag, then it switched to midget with a knife. I could hardly walk! If you're wondering, I am pretty sure I'm not preggo, fertile myrtle, womb fruit. Thankfully today, I can walk again AND I can breathe through my nose.
in other news:
1. my tulips are beginning to peek their heads from the earth's surface. I can't wait to greet their pretty faces!
2. My computer sucks. It's been so slow I haven't even wanted to turn it on. I nearly hurled its piece of crap across the room today. I want it to die a slow and painful death, and then maybe set it on fire. Someday I will, after I get my Mac.
3. in preparation for my audition for ANTM I took headshots. For those of you who don't know me, I am doing this as a joke, even though I'd like to think I'd kick everyone's ayuss.
4. we are having the most schizoprenic weather lately. Last week in PA it was snowing, then by the end of the week it was a gorgeous 70 degrees. Please, grandpa winters, pack your bags and go to florida already, we need Spring!
Monday, March 9, 2009
America's Next Top Shorty Model is.....
...not going to be me, but I will audition at the open casting call this Thursday!
They are now accepting 'short' girls under 5'7". I'm laughing at myself and my friends who tell me 'you HAVE to DO it!!!' So, I will, and it will be funny. Nothing will come out of it, but I'll be able to file it away in my 'crazy things I've done' memory file.
Ok, gotta go work on my walk and fill out a 15 page application. omg.
Saturday, March 7, 2009
Operation: Dumbo Drop
Actually today should be more appropriately titled Operation: Move in Yana's Crap Day.
TODAY WAS MOVING DAY!
eeeeeee!!!
For the first time in 7 months, it's beginning to feel like a home. I even took my shoes off and walked on my newly finished hardwood floors. And let me tell you, when you wear dirty tennis shoes, knee pads and work clothes inside the 'house' for 7 months.....bare feet on fresh wood feels like heaven.
I will be unpacking, and posting pictures alllllll next week.
TODAY WAS MOVING DAY!
eeeeeee!!!
For the first time in 7 months, it's beginning to feel like a home. I even took my shoes off and walked on my newly finished hardwood floors. And let me tell you, when you wear dirty tennis shoes, knee pads and work clothes inside the 'house' for 7 months.....bare feet on fresh wood feels like heaven.
I will be unpacking, and posting pictures alllllll next week.
Friday, March 6, 2009
a love note from my teeth
the best part is leaving.
stale florescant lighting. the smell of latex. handles and tubes covered in plastic. as I lay uncomforably in my chair turned bed, the stranger with a blinking birthday pin has her rubber gloves in my mouth. sharp metal tools lay to her right. my eyes search for something to look at. it finds no tv like I was hoping for, only gold twirly birthday celebrations hanging from the dropped ceiling and photos of black cancer gums. then she starts talking. I dont know who's more uncomforable here, me or her. she is, after all, the one with her fingers in my mouth. maybe the silence is more awkward for her, so she makes lame jokes and comments on things, as though, she expects me to answer. 70 bucks i'm shelling out to have her rubbery fingers jarr my mouth apart and make talking sound like a chore. there's pain too, of course, where her metal tools scrape away the tartar. I grimace, she says sorry, I'm doing this the best I can. pahf! I get ansty by the moment, swallowing excess pools of saliva, and it was then she turned on the sucker. the sound of air being sucked rapidly into a little tube, sckkooooooooooooooo, and the sckoopppPPP! the sound of my cheeks hallowed from moisture. here, a little squirt of water for you, swish it, ok, sckkoooopppPPP! ah, those 4 ounces of water feel like an oasis. she tells me, brush the insides better. ok, lady will do. enters male dentist. hello, how are you, any sensitivity? nope. good. ok...........8 seconds later.... you're in great shape, see you later! exits doctor. wow, how much is HE getting paid? I get my free toothbrush, and get the hell out of there.
the best part is leaving...6 months is all I have.
stale florescant lighting. the smell of latex. handles and tubes covered in plastic. as I lay uncomforably in my chair turned bed, the stranger with a blinking birthday pin has her rubber gloves in my mouth. sharp metal tools lay to her right. my eyes search for something to look at. it finds no tv like I was hoping for, only gold twirly birthday celebrations hanging from the dropped ceiling and photos of black cancer gums. then she starts talking. I dont know who's more uncomforable here, me or her. she is, after all, the one with her fingers in my mouth. maybe the silence is more awkward for her, so she makes lame jokes and comments on things, as though, she expects me to answer. 70 bucks i'm shelling out to have her rubbery fingers jarr my mouth apart and make talking sound like a chore. there's pain too, of course, where her metal tools scrape away the tartar. I grimace, she says sorry, I'm doing this the best I can. pahf! I get ansty by the moment, swallowing excess pools of saliva, and it was then she turned on the sucker. the sound of air being sucked rapidly into a little tube, sckkooooooooooooooo, and the sckoopppPPP! the sound of my cheeks hallowed from moisture. here, a little squirt of water for you, swish it, ok, sckkoooopppPPP! ah, those 4 ounces of water feel like an oasis. she tells me, brush the insides better. ok, lady will do. enters male dentist. hello, how are you, any sensitivity? nope. good. ok...........8 seconds later.... you're in great shape, see you later! exits doctor. wow, how much is HE getting paid? I get my free toothbrush, and get the hell out of there.
the best part is leaving...6 months is all I have.
Thursday, March 5, 2009
raw, vegan, vegetarian & carnivore
About 6 years ago I was infected with a parasite, or ameoba, and it began to affect my joints in a manner similar to Rheumatoid Arthritis. I went from a fully functioning happy 19 year old, to a depressed and at times, bed ridden girl. I could barely move with out excruciating pain, and sleeping was diffcult. After finding a doctor and taking some perscription drugs without much sucess or relief, my family thought the only option left is to consult an herbalist. I moved to California and sought out the care of an herbalist, Ronda. She put me on a hard core regime of herbs, raw foods and juices. It took an incredible amount of money, time and effort to be a raw foodist, but I began to see some changes in my body. Cutting all processed foods and dairy from my diet helped my joints trememdously. I ate raw food for 3 years and then moved to PA, where the weather is cold. I couldn't take another cold winter day without some hot food in my belly, so I changed my diet to vegan. At this point I was still in a lot of pain. Hot showers in the morning were crucial to my movement, and stairs were still daunting. Things gradually got better, and I began to eat dairy again. Probably not the best idea....but I love cream in my coffee! Then, I fell in love, and that helped me to feel better, if not phsyically, emotionally. He's so encouraging and helpful. Once we got married I began cooking a lot of delicious things that I know I shouldn't eat...meat. As my friend Lauren says, 'Meat, is murder. Tasty, tasty murder.'
While I have not regained full movement of my joints, currently I am functioning at the highest capacity I have in 6 years. I'm excercising, stairs are no problem, I can lift heavy things and I have energy. But yet, I reconized the need to do more. To be better to my body. So I have begun juicing again. I don't think I will cut out meat or dairy completely, but I know that if I can increase my fresh juices daily and limit processed foods, meats and dairy....I am on the road to recovery quicker than I think.
I didn't intend for this to be such a long post, but I wanted to encourage anyone who wants to be better to their bodies or if you are dealing with health problems yourself - we can heal ourselves through the natural things God has placed on this earth. Just have faith, stay positive, make good choices and be gentle on yourself if you dont always pick the carrot over the ice cream bar.
xo, Y
While I have not regained full movement of my joints, currently I am functioning at the highest capacity I have in 6 years. I'm excercising, stairs are no problem, I can lift heavy things and I have energy. But yet, I reconized the need to do more. To be better to my body. So I have begun juicing again. I don't think I will cut out meat or dairy completely, but I know that if I can increase my fresh juices daily and limit processed foods, meats and dairy....I am on the road to recovery quicker than I think.
I didn't intend for this to be such a long post, but I wanted to encourage anyone who wants to be better to their bodies or if you are dealing with health problems yourself - we can heal ourselves through the natural things God has placed on this earth. Just have faith, stay positive, make good choices and be gentle on yourself if you dont always pick the carrot over the ice cream bar.
xo, Y
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
S.O.S
I have 2 cabinets, and they've got me up against a wall. What should I do to make them pretty?
Breif history: these two bookcases came from my parents first house in WA, bulit in the 50's. And obviously, the cool thing to do in 1989 was to spray paint them spakley black and turquoise, and faux marbleize the top. So hideous... I...I...I don't even know where to begin to make fun of them. But they have so much potential!
I intend to use one as a china cabinet in my dining room, and the other? maybe in the guest rooms for linens, or the office for stuff.
But here's my problem. I don't know how to refinish them? I have tossed around all sorts of ideas from painting them red...soft blue, white washing [but my fear of 'shabby chic' puts me in a state of paralysis] I have thought about stripping them completely and staining...but what color?
please, friends and readers. have some mercy. toss any ideas you have my way!!
thx, xoxo
Breif history: these two bookcases came from my parents first house in WA, bulit in the 50's. And obviously, the cool thing to do in 1989 was to spray paint them spakley black and turquoise, and faux marbleize the top. So hideous... I...I...I don't even know where to begin to make fun of them. But they have so much potential!
I intend to use one as a china cabinet in my dining room, and the other? maybe in the guest rooms for linens, or the office for stuff.
But here's my problem. I don't know how to refinish them? I have tossed around all sorts of ideas from painting them red...soft blue, white washing [but my fear of 'shabby chic' puts me in a state of paralysis] I have thought about stripping them completely and staining...but what color?
please, friends and readers. have some mercy. toss any ideas you have my way!!
thx, xoxo
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
better & progress
I'm much better today. The washer fixer man arrived last night at 6:30 in the middle of dinner, and 150 dollars later, my clogged hose was un-clogged and my washer is now working again.
Today is laundering of the accumulation of dirty clothes from last week. So in between washer to dryer exchanges, I am blogging, drinking fresh pineapple and ginger juice and packing!
PACKING! To mooooove. This weekend! Holy gospel. I can't belive it's really going to happen.
We finished the poly on the floors Sunday night, and my...they are yar:
Exbihit A: Office/Music Room & Future Baby room. (far future.)
Exhibit B: Master bdrm closet
Exhibit C: Master bdrm closet 'before' and Chris awkwardly darting away from the lens:
As we wait paitently for them to dry before we move things in, Chris is finishing up the electrical work, and I am cleaning like a fairy freak. I swear, the woman who owned the house before me had not cleaned her baseboards or window sills in the 13 years she lived there.
Exhibit D: Cheap and Fancy Schmancy chandelier from Ikea.
Today is laundering of the accumulation of dirty clothes from last week. So in between washer to dryer exchanges, I am blogging, drinking fresh pineapple and ginger juice and packing!
PACKING! To mooooove. This weekend! Holy gospel. I can't belive it's really going to happen.
We finished the poly on the floors Sunday night, and my...they are yar:
Exbihit A: Office/Music Room & Future Baby room. (far future.)
Exhibit B: Master bdrm closet
Exhibit C: Master bdrm closet 'before' and Chris awkwardly darting away from the lens:
As we wait paitently for them to dry before we move things in, Chris is finishing up the electrical work, and I am cleaning like a fairy freak. I swear, the woman who owned the house before me had not cleaned her baseboards or window sills in the 13 years she lived there.
Exhibit D: Cheap and Fancy Schmancy chandelier from Ikea.
Yippeeee skiipppeeeee OH THE FUN We'll have playing 'house'
xo, Yamba
Monday, March 2, 2009
I'm nice...I'm nice...visions of peace signs & teddy bears floating through my head
I'm generally a nice person. But today I'm a bit irked and I need to vent, so I run the risk of sounding like a mean person. I don't care.
I SPENT A RIDICULOUS AMOUNT OF TIME ON THE PHONE WITH SEARS TRYING TO SCHEDULE, CANCEL AND CHANGE AND APPOINTMENT TO GET MY WASHER FIXED.
[and writing in caps normally really bothers me but it's kind of soothing at the moment]
MUST Sears have their customer service headquarters in INDIA?? Where I talk round and round in circle with people who's accents are so strong I can't understand what they are saying? And they can't understand my horrible american accent either??
and WHY oh WHY am I constantly surrounded by impossible ignorant drivers? Do I have a sign on my car that says 'Idiots Welcome Here!' I wish I didn't have to drive at all and be bothered by other drivers, who are clearly, driving only to make my life completely and utterly frustrating.
And my NEIGHBOR. She is possibly, the grumpiest woman I have ever met. Recently there was an 'open' spot in front of my house [i live in a city, parking spots are precious] and so naturally, I pulled into it. My neighbor, saw that I had taken HER SPOT and glared at my like i was the devil himself, yelled at me for taking the spot she was saving for the log delivery man, like I KNEW she was saving it and did it on purpose just to spite her. SHEEEEEESH!
Well, I feel a tad better. But I'm still a little peeved that the washer man hasn't shown up yet. His 'window' of time to show up was 8-5. That's not a window, that's the freakin red sea. Window. Hah.
I SPENT A RIDICULOUS AMOUNT OF TIME ON THE PHONE WITH SEARS TRYING TO SCHEDULE, CANCEL AND CHANGE AND APPOINTMENT TO GET MY WASHER FIXED.
[and writing in caps normally really bothers me but it's kind of soothing at the moment]
MUST Sears have their customer service headquarters in INDIA?? Where I talk round and round in circle with people who's accents are so strong I can't understand what they are saying? And they can't understand my horrible american accent either??
and WHY oh WHY am I constantly surrounded by impossible ignorant drivers? Do I have a sign on my car that says 'Idiots Welcome Here!' I wish I didn't have to drive at all and be bothered by other drivers, who are clearly, driving only to make my life completely and utterly frustrating.
And my NEIGHBOR. She is possibly, the grumpiest woman I have ever met. Recently there was an 'open' spot in front of my house [i live in a city, parking spots are precious] and so naturally, I pulled into it. My neighbor, saw that I had taken HER SPOT and glared at my like i was the devil himself, yelled at me for taking the spot she was saving for the log delivery man, like I KNEW she was saving it and did it on purpose just to spite her. SHEEEEEESH!
Well, I feel a tad better. But I'm still a little peeved that the washer man hasn't shown up yet. His 'window' of time to show up was 8-5. That's not a window, that's the freakin red sea. Window. Hah.
Friday, February 27, 2009
the day I became a Mrs
27 of our closest friends and family gathered in Italian Lakes park, shaded by a canopy on the bridge. It was 97 degrees and sweltering. Luckily, because we had so few people, moving the wedding an hour later to escape the heat was an easy task of about 4 phone calls. Thank God for baby powder, as it kept my knees from sticking together under my 18 lb dress. My girls wore Vera Wang dresses that were on sale for $12 at Kohls. [I think I should get an award for cheapest bridesmaid dress ever] My flowers were lucious peonies, arranged by my sister in law Amy. The whole day was extremely relaxing and enjoyable. I even did my own makeup. It was a beautiful and simple ceremony, led by my Pastor Charles. During the ceremony I took a moment to look around and connect with every person there to witness the best day of my life. I'll never forget it. After the ceremony we all took a stroll around the lake, as my dad serenaded us with his violin. Then a few pictures....and off to a little spanish restaurant Manga Qui. It was incredibly intimate as we had the whole place to ourselves. We ate delicious food, listened to heartful toats, took communion, ate dessert family style, and danced a little. It was the best celebration I've ever been to.
Thursday, February 26, 2009
4th folder, 4th picture
i'm tagged for a photo meme by Madeline, my fav college roomie! Since I have two harddrives where I keep photos, I will post one from each 4th folder. This is from a party at my friend niki's, and I think I was dancing and looking at chris. Haha.
This is a random picture from my 'art ideas' folder that I thought was beautiful.
have a happy evening lovely readers!
This is a random picture from my 'art ideas' folder that I thought was beautiful.
have a happy evening lovely readers!
mwah!
y.
recipe sharezies!
My friend Claire gave me a delicious recipe for Shredded Port Burritos and I want to share with you! Pork has never been a frequent food in my diet because of it's creepy bacteria and such...BUT I can't deny it's deliciousness when prepared like this.
Shredded Pork Burritos
Ingredients:
Pork Roast
Salt
Pepper
Fresh Cilantro
Onion
A few small potatos
Curry
Ginger (fresh or powder)
Olive oil
GARLIC
Place pork roast, chopped onions and cubed potatoes in crockpot with about a cup of water.
Add the remaning ingredients. Cook on high for 2 hours, then turn to low for about 4 more hours.
When it's ready the pork will shred and the potatos will be mushy. Dish pork into tortillas with a little fresh cilantro, avocado, tomato or salsa. Add cheese if you like. Eat. Enjoy!
[I am a big fan of adding dashes of this and that, and making things up as I go. The last time I tried this I added white wine and corriander, yumm]
Shredded Pork Burritos
Ingredients:
Pork Roast
Salt
Pepper
Fresh Cilantro
Onion
A few small potatos
Curry
Ginger (fresh or powder)
Olive oil
GARLIC
Place pork roast, chopped onions and cubed potatoes in crockpot with about a cup of water.
Add the remaning ingredients. Cook on high for 2 hours, then turn to low for about 4 more hours.
When it's ready the pork will shred and the potatos will be mushy. Dish pork into tortillas with a little fresh cilantro, avocado, tomato or salsa. Add cheese if you like. Eat. Enjoy!
[I am a big fan of adding dashes of this and that, and making things up as I go. The last time I tried this I added white wine and corriander, yumm]
poly face
Heyyy, blog land readers and writers. I am still alive and have no intentions of abandoning my blog! I spent this week cleaning up after the inlaws left, and spending time with my parents who are home for the first time since December. Also, we finished staining our floors in our house- dark magohany with added red tints- gorgeous. I was planning to post photos, but we left the camera in the bathroom, which I can't reach because the floors are still wet!! we're dorks. I will post photos soon!
Tonight: we get our polyurethane groove on. Oh snap!
Also tonight: MORE houseguests arrive. I feel like we are a revolving door of house guests. Once they leave saturday, our roommate comes back home from CA. You see, Chris and I live my parents 'office/guest house' [free of charge as long as we play host and hostess] as we remodel our house... that we bought in July. So we have lived with other people nearly the entire time we've been married. Can you see why I'm freaking out at the thought of moving in?? Major, major excitement.
keep your fingers crossed, as next weekend may be our move-in and groove-in!
Tonight: we get our polyurethane groove on. Oh snap!
Also tonight: MORE houseguests arrive. I feel like we are a revolving door of house guests. Once they leave saturday, our roommate comes back home from CA. You see, Chris and I live my parents 'office/guest house' [free of charge as long as we play host and hostess] as we remodel our house... that we bought in July. So we have lived with other people nearly the entire time we've been married. Can you see why I'm freaking out at the thought of moving in?? Major, major excitement.
keep your fingers crossed, as next weekend may be our move-in and groove-in!
Thursday, February 19, 2009
wow, real people clothes!
Yesterday I felt good enough to get out of my sweatpants and wear 'real people clothes' - and it's about time after all the echinacea, orange juice, countless cups of tea, garlic tablets, raw garlic (ew i know) cough drops and a few baths I've had these past 4 days. I HAD to muster up the energy to get up and out of the house so I could go look at my newly painted kitchen!! Actually, it was really nerve racking to have someone else paint my kitchen, like I was on a house show seeing my new room for the first time. I did consider fake crying and freaking out and screaming like they do on TLC... but I was too tired.
But I like it! it needs some time to grow on me...
You want to see some pics? Promise you wont think it's fugly without the proper lighting, tons of ikea boxes, and no cabinetry? It's the bigger picture that we're going for here! ;)
We went with a steel grey blueish color. I think with our white cabinets, walnut (looking) countertops, and glass doors the blue is going to look really nice...
This is our countertops, and some styrafoam. Um, oh and the color in the middle is our fancy.
This is a sample of our cabinets and flooring:
But I like it! it needs some time to grow on me...
You want to see some pics? Promise you wont think it's fugly without the proper lighting, tons of ikea boxes, and no cabinetry? It's the bigger picture that we're going for here! ;)
We went with a steel grey blueish color. I think with our white cabinets, walnut (looking) countertops, and glass doors the blue is going to look really nice...
This is our countertops, and some styrafoam. Um, oh and the color in the middle is our fancy.
This is a sample of our cabinets and flooring: Tuesday, February 17, 2009
le sick face
Well, it seems an overweight family of phlegm has taken residence in my lungs and threw a dance party, followed by poker night with lots of fighting and smoking [visuals courtesy of Mucinex commercials]
I feel like le crap. Yesterday was worse though. The majority of my day was spent in my sweat pants, weakly leafing through Domino. I don't know what is more sad, the fact that I am this sick, or that I can't cope with the fact that Domino is gone. Maybe if i just pretend it never happened...it never will. Well, I'm going to interrupt my delusions of grandeur with some excellent and dance worthy news:
The entire first floor of my house is primed, AND "Autumn Fog" is going up on my kitchen walls tonight, thanks to my lovely in-laws!!!! They have plans to paint my whole house if I can just hunker down and make my final color decisions. Wow, and all I am offering in return is free food for the week. Halle-stinkin-lujah! So tomorrow, I might venture out of my sweats to go and behold my painted kitchen.
Happy, happy, joy, joy! heart go boom-boom :)
I feel like le crap. Yesterday was worse though. The majority of my day was spent in my sweat pants, weakly leafing through Domino. I don't know what is more sad, the fact that I am this sick, or that I can't cope with the fact that Domino is gone. Maybe if i just pretend it never happened...it never will. Well, I'm going to interrupt my delusions of grandeur with some excellent and dance worthy news:
The entire first floor of my house is primed, AND "Autumn Fog" is going up on my kitchen walls tonight, thanks to my lovely in-laws!!!! They have plans to paint my whole house if I can just hunker down and make my final color decisions. Wow, and all I am offering in return is free food for the week. Halle-stinkin-lujah! So tomorrow, I might venture out of my sweats to go and behold my painted kitchen.
Happy, happy, joy, joy! heart go boom-boom :)
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