Choices

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Always be open minded. 

The difference between tragedy and comedy is perspective.

-Jason Reitman

Depends

I know, I know, you have all missed me terribly.  Well, I have been very busy lying on the living room floor.

On Saturday I was doing laundry, which I just blogged about, slightly ironic...and I bent over to pick up the tiny little load of reds and basically never came up.  Yup, my back went out.  Doing laundry.  We all know what that means.  I no longer do laundry.  Luckily, the last time this happen I was putting on pantyhose.  Sooo not in style anymore.  I don't miss them a bit.  I don't think I will miss the laundry much either. 

So here I was stuck in a half stand, half bent position with no hope of moving either way.  I finally figured out that I could indeed crawl, very very slowly and I got myself to the living room, where I laid on my back for who knows how long.  My back hurt so bad I thought I was going to pass out, poor Bobby didn't know what to do, call my bluff or call 911.  I didn't pass out, Thank you Jesus but I did have to pee.  Yes, I am going there.  Why not, after this weekend I have been humbled down to the size of a cranberry.  So here I am, lying on the floor and I can't figure out how to get back to my crawling position without causing pass out pain.  I am crying cause I am going to pee my pants.  All I can think of is how to explain the huge pee stain on the carpet in the middle of the living room to dinner guests.  I have no children to blame.  What will I say?  We just have to get hardwoods next week, its settled.  While I was busy picking out my new flooring, sweet Bobby was standing over me helpless not knowing what in the world to do with me.  Now he is a thinker, that Bobby.  He exclaims, I got it!  I will go buy you Depends. This caused me to laugh and laugh which hurt so so bad and was not helping the situation.  I thought he was making a joke when in fact, he was dead serious.  This was THE solution to all my problems.  A pack of Depends.  God help me, I am 28. 

I wish I could describe Bobby running to Walgreens and picking up the Depends but the idea of Bobby being able to make fun of me for the REST OF MY LIFE about peeing in the living room made me figure out how to crawl.  I spent the rest of the weekend crawling. I can walk really slowly now and expect to be back in full force by Friday.  I have places to be, things to do, people to see.  Oh and a big pile of work.

Cute Knobs

Its the little things that make a difference.  This week I bought these cute knobs for my laundry room.  I am not in love with laundry like some others that I know.  In fact, I am that girl that others talk about.  The girl that lets a mound the size of Texas pile up before I tackle it.  My husband wears mismatched socks just to survive at times.  Shame on me.  I do however, appreciate a cute room.  Maybe this is the part of my life where I turn over a new leaf.

cute + laundry = clean clothes?

We will see.

Plates

I have been collecting plates for over a year now to hang on my wall but which wall and how do I arrange them and is it weird to have plates hanging in my living room? My answer arrived today via email, see below.  I feel inspired! I have a pink wall, its not bubblegum like this one but its still cute and pink. I can't guarantee my wall will look quite as fab as this wall but I can try!

Pretty Pretty

 I want to wear a pretty dress. I want 5 people assigned to my makeup and 4 more resposible for my fro fro.  I do not want to be critiqued for my fashion choices or the fact that you may or may not be able to see my fat bulge.  Or is that a fat bulge? Maybe its a baby? Hhhmmmm or maybe she just ate an elephant at lunch? The latter part of the rich and famous is less to be desired.  But I still want to wear a pretty dress.  A few of my favorite looks from last night and one not so favorite.  I try to keep this blog mostly upbeat!

Penelope, always gorgeous.

Zoe. Brave and worth it. Don't listen to the haters.

Rachel McAdams, feminine and flowing.

Charlize. Rose boobs? Really??

My Bug Man

I just had a nice chat with my new bug man, Isaac.  During his inspection of my house he found some dead little lizards in the garage.  He was so sad to see the dead little guys.Then he told me that a lot of times he feels bad killing some pests so he takes them home instead.  Funny to see an exterminator with a mushy heart!  To some people this might seem odd but to me it just made me think of my childhood.  My dad was in pest control when I was little and he would do the same thing. He would bring home all kinds of odd looking bugs and spiders because they looked so interesting or they were so rare that he couldn't bare killing them.  We had tarantulas and scorpions and even some vinegarones....I am sure my vast knowledge of insects is surprising to most of you.  
Fact: In Third grade I had the BEST bug collection in the city and got a ribbon at the Science Fair.   Yeah, at this point in the paragraph some of you are wondering if you even know me at all. 

Anyway, Isaac told me the cutest story about his little girl.  He said that when she was 4 she came home from church extremely upset.  He asked her what was wrong but she said she couldn't tell him.  After much prodding, she finally said with tears in her eyes, "Daddy, you are going to hell."  Of course, this about knocked him off his feet.  He asked her why and she said, "because you have a list so long that it stretches from heaven to earth of things that you have killed.  And the Bible says Thou shalt not kill."  Poor little girl was thinking about all the bugs that her daddy killed everyday.  Of course, he quickly explained to her that bugs didn't count and then he ran to his Priest just to make sure! 

The Faux Sink

Okay so I started telling you about our remodel and then I never got to the point.  Our current design problem started when I got a free peice of granite.  Little did I know that this little blessing would turn into such a challenge.  We thought it would be simple to just switch out the countertop in the guest bathroom but when we ripped up the original countertop the tag on the base cabinet was revealed.  It said it was made in 1974! This all makes sense with the seashell sink look we were sporting except that the house was built in 1996.  Builder found a closeout? I think so.  Why does this matter you ask?  Well sinks in the 70's were much smaller than they are today and a stock sink was not going to fit.  I was forced to go outside of my comfort zone and purchase vessel sinks.  We were able to hook one sink up right away, simple, but for the last few months we have just had a faux sink on the other end of the counter.  Looks good but no water.We tried to fix it this week, no luck. A plumber tried to fix it this week, no luck.  I wish this story had a plumbing miracle ending but it doesn't. I may have a faux sink for years to come.  At least it looks better!

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