My BFF and I have been friends since we were 13 years old. I’m not even going to tell you how many years that is (because I like to pretend I’m still a kid and that would destroy the illusion), but this hair sure does have a big mouth…
It’s finally here! My 3rd annual Favorite Things post! It’s the post that you don’t look forward to all year where I share the things I liked best in 2015…
Yes, of course I know you’d prefer a post about my slate tile floor, but that’s not done yet, so you’ll just have to be satisfied with this narcissistic post that’s all about things that I love. I mean, it’s a tradition now, so suck it up and keep reading. (Or you can skip to the bottom of this crappy post where I tell you what’s in store for 2016, but you probably won’t feel very good about yourself…)
You may remember My Chain.
You probably have your own chain. You know – those projects you have to do before you can do the one you really want to do. They all build on each other. If you don’t remember My Chain, (And you were too lazy to click the link I conveniently put there in the first sentence. And again here. (My God, how lazy are you??)) here it is: Continue reading
I never watch the news. I know. I’m a bad American. Whatever. But the news always sucks! It’s full of terrible people doing terrible things. I’d much rather focus on the good people in the world doing good things. The people that think nothing of donating their money and time to worthy causes. The selfless people. The ones who make me feel really bad about myself for not doing much of anything to help others. Wait, why am I focusing on them again?
Oh, right. They’re inspiring.
I’m getting close to painting the dining room. I’ve narrowed my colors down to these few:
I had four months and this crazy idea that I might actually be able to install my floor before my couch arrived. I mean… four months. (That’s a third of a year, in case you suck at math.) But four months goes by really quickly. I actually did get some stuff done in that time, but I may have been a bit overly optimistic when I came up with that silly floor idea. (Which is weird, because optimism is totally not my thing.) I promise to fill you guys in on what I’ve accomplished lately, but this post is all about this beauty…
October 3rd is National Crappy House Day! (Good thing it’s a Saturday so you don’t have to explain to your boss why you can’t go into work…) Not only is it my birthday (for reals), but it’s also my blog’s birthday as well. What a coincidence! (Hey, that’s joincidence with a “c”…)
Sometimes a job is just too big. Even for me. As much as I like to be the one who does all the work so I can brag about it and then you guys can tell me how amazing I am, sometimes I have to just get the hell out of the way and let a pro take over. This job was over my head. Literally.
I have one… two… three floors (AH AH AH!) to install in my crappy house.
For the last few months, I’ve been going through all of the boxes I’ve had packed for the last 5 years. I had forgotten about a lot of my stuff. It was sort of like Christmas, except the gifts were wrapped in smelly cardboard, they were all used, and, once I saw them, I did remember them.
OMG, do I suck at making decisions! I agonize over them. Because once I choose something, it’s chosen. I have to live with it. No backsies. It’s ridiculously easy for me to remain stalled in a state of indecision purgatory. It’s sooo comfortable here. I have Netflix and Doritos here. Who needs a kitchen? And as long I remain here, my house is firmly grounded in potential. It could be anything when it grows up. And I can keep hoping it will win a scholarship to pay for it all.Yeah, right. Keep dreaming, house.