I own(-ed) a king size comforter that fit(-ted?) perfectly on our king size bed.It is pretty and warm and mine. When Adelaide fell ill recently I brought her into our room, as I do when she is sick, to spend the night with us. And by spend the night, I mean she sleeps. May and I take turns not sleeping as Addie tosses and turns wildly about as though she were secretly boxing us . . . and winning handily.
Anyway, she threw up on my king size comforter that fit(-ted?) so wonderfully on my king size bed.
So we took down the comforter and hauled it over to the local laundromat to get it wershed. I put it in the washer. $3. I returned an hour later to put it in the dryer. $2. Later I returned to retrieve my comforter. It was gone. Thats right gone.
Apparently, anyone can walk into a laundromat, open your dryer (the smarter ones wait until the load is actually dry) and remove your good for their own gain.In this instance it was my king size comforter that fit(-ted?) so sweetly on my king size bed.
Any ideas for revenge? I thought of some, but May gave me three rules when we got married.
One: I am not allowed to actually kill anyone . . . or have them killed, etc. Two: If I do kill someone I can't write a story about how and why I did it and submit it to the local newspaper. Three: Along with that story I cannot submit a picture of myself in my nakediciousness for print.
So, as it is plain to see, I am out of ideas.
Thats me (right) and thats my posse (left).If you took my king size comforter that belongs safely on my king size bed, this is the look we are now giving you.
Your color is red, the color of racy sportscars, blushing cheeks, and luscious roses. Red symbolizes passion, romance, and love. So, since you're ruled by red, you probably trust your feelings more than your brain and tend to act spontaneously. If you see something you want, you go for it without thinking twice — impulsive is your middle name. You don't wait around for people to make decisions, either; you dive right in. Quite the romantic, you pay close attention to your emotions. In fact, if your heart isn't in what you're doing, you won't be satisfied. Of course, even when you do pour all your energy into the projects you tackle, your impetuous nature means your passions can shift as frequently as the wind. That's why some reds have trouble with commitment. Our advice? Next time you're feeling fickle, think before you act, if possible. You might be surprised at the results. Overall, though, it's great to be red. No one lives life more completely than you do.
January has been a busy month of projects for me. I find it makes staying inside on bad days not so bad. It keeps us busy and helps pass the time. Throw in a batch of chocolate chip cookies and a showing of any of the first three Superman movies and I would be happy forever.
It started with the After-Christmas cleaning. I didn't want to just throw everything in the garage. So I bought some new storage bins and did a lot of packing/unpacking, stacking and smacking to get everything into its new home. Its still a work in progress because I can only stay out there in the 20 degree garage for so long.
Then there was a light in our kitchen. It was one of those gross three foot long bar lights you see in old churches and schools. I'm not sure why our builder put it in. They must have had some extra from their last church. Anyway, its reign of disgustingness was over. I tore it out. Patched the holes. Painted the patches. Made a new hole. And inserted a new light. And while I had the patching stuff out, I repaired a hole I had punched in the wall with one of those kiddy gates. You can't see any of the patches in this photo because I am so good.
Almost four years ago I cut a doggy door into the door between the garage and the house. When Captain decided to start shedding we put him outside and for the last three years the afore mentioned cold garage air has been seeping into our home through the uninsulated doggy door. I told Captain to fix it, but he just stared at me. So I went to Home Depot and got me a new door. The pre-cut slots for hinges didn't line up so I had to do some handy dandy saw work and BAM! New door. No leaks. Needs paint.
Then Adelaide and I put our heads together to take on our electronic adventure. We built a new TV.
And by 'built' I mean I went and bought it and set it where it goes.
Next stop. Superbowl XLII ('42' for those who can't do roman numerals and 'football' for those who hate sports).
Last night I rang in the new year with 108 sun salutations at yoga. I am dying today! I haven't worked that hard since drill team in high school. But man, do I feel accomplished! It took me one hour, 45 minutes. I just wanted to let everyone know how buff I am.
FYI: 108 has special meaning for yogi's. There are 108 prayer beads. Broken down into thirds, the first 36 stand for the past, the next 36 for the present, the last 36 for the future. It also means a wholeness for existence, and connects the sun, moon, and the earth. There are also 108 sacred places in the body.
Not literally sick, but sick because it's 2008. I believe I have New Year paranoia. I dread the New Year more than I dread my birthday. Mostly because I have decided to embrace and love my birthday. I have not done the same for New Year's Day. 2008 does not mean resolutions for me. I have vowed not to make resolutions in the new year, but throughout, when they are needed. It means 28 years old, 10 year high school reunion, another January, 5 year wedding
anniversary, Davey turns 30, Addie turns 3, and taxes again. Did I mention another January? Oh man, the hardest month for me to get through by far. Wish me luck!
In the meantime we had a fun dinner with Anna and Steve last night at Market Street Grill which is fabulous! I wish I had pictures. Then we came home and celebrated the rest of the night with Kip and Whit. Bless their hearts, they watched Adelaide while we went to dinner, so I came home and made them chocolate fondue, an array of delicious mocktails, and played games until the wee hours of the morning.