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Our air-conditioner at work is broken. So I'm keeping this image in my mind, and a tiny fan on at my desk. Here's hoping the guys who "fixed" it yesterday will be back very soon to really fix it this time.

I think that I would much rather be in the picture above than just about anywhere. You?

Have a great weekend!

Monday musings

This image is of a Texas garden (specifically somewhere in DFW), and it makes me anxious for springtime. I'm ready to get out in the garden and make it look pretty again! But I'm excited for the next few weeks, too. The daffodil bulbs that I planted last November are starting to send up small stalks, and they might be in bloom sometime in the next month! I planted them around a tree in our backyard that our kitchen window looks out over. During this time of year, it's pretty dreary and gray out there. It will be nice to have some pretty daffodils to look out on.

I am now working on decorating another sister's apartment (I have 2). She just moved this weekend, and we went out yesterday shopping for pillows and accessories. We found some GREAT pillows at Home Goods, along with some blue and white pottery, and a side table. The pillows looked awesome on her sofa, so much so that I have been thinking of them all day and daydreaming that they came home with me instead!!

Next week is my birthday, and I'm feeling a little "middle-aged" about it. But, I'm not finding anyone to really commiserate with. At work, I am the youngest by at least 12 years, so I'm not getting any sympathy there. At Chris' work, many of the girls I'll see out at happy hours are in their early to mid-twenties. Surely they too think that 34 is "old", but it's a little depressing when they tell me "...but you don't look that old at all!" It reminds me of when I was their age, and 34 seemed just ancient. I've decided that I need a friend who is 33, or about to be. Just a little younger than I am. That way, I can get the appropriate sympathy for my birthday and how "old" I will be, but it's not the "give-me-a-break" sympathy of somebody older nor the far-removed sympathy of somebody much younger. A 33-year old could truly sympathize because they are about to be 34 too... Maybe we could hold hands or something.

The other week I saw a bumper sticker on a Prius that read "Your SUV makes your butt look big". Sitting behind him at the light, in my 1995 Jeep Grand Cherokee, I was a little hurt/offended, or whatever you call it. I realize that this little balding man was doing his part to save on gas, emmisions, or what-have-you by driving this Prius, but I didn't think it gave him the right to get all nasty towards SUV drivers! I wanted to yell out WHY I was driving an SUV, (namely that it was paid off, I can't really afford a car payment, and it comes in handy for work when I often lug large rugs and samples out to client sites) in defense of myself. But then that kind of made me mad - that I wanted to defend myself to some stranger in the car in front of me, all because of his stupid bumper sticker. So, I decided instead that I need to look for a bumper sticker for the old Jeep, one that says "That Prius or Smart Car you're driving makes your d*ck look small". ;-)

So that's what's on my mind today... how's your Monday going?

Interesting Design Advice

"Don’t ask for your spouse’s participation in every decision. If he or she is design-impaired, they will simply be intimidated by the abundance of choices. If you show him a magazine picture of an elaborately draped bed, he will be so alarmed by the bed hangings that he’ll be unable to see the charming shape of the headboard. Keep him in the loop by sharing your most subdued paint color choices and conservative furniture selections. Keep your riskier decisions to yourself until their successful integration proves your design genius."

from:
http://www.myhomeideas.com/healthy-home/newlywed-decorating-00400000051879/all/





So, what do you think??


*I personally kind of love Miles Redd's living room (photo from Urban Grace Interiors), but if Chris were to come home and find that I've painted our living room pink, I truly think he'd shoot me.

ABC's of me

I saw this over at Jenny's site, and thought I'd play along:

ABC's of Me
A - Age: 23... oh wait, I'm supposed to erase Jenny's answers and use my own?? But I like hers so much better than mine (33)
B - Bed size: Queen
C - Chore you hate: Mopping the floor
D - Dog's name: Rascal, Riley, Murphy, JJ, and our foster dog - Charlie
E - Essential start your day item: Diet Coke and a shower
F - Favorite color: Orange is the front runner.... but I pretty much like all colors - purple, turquoise blue, green, yellow....
G - Gold or Silver or Platinum: White Gold??? ;-)
H - Height: 5'8"
I - Instruments you play: Do piano lessons from 3rd grade count?
J - Job title: Sales Representative
K - Kid(s): See "D"...
L - Living arrangements: Husband and I live in our own house in the 'burbs.
M - Mom's name: Charlotte
N - Nicknames: Rach
O - Overnight hospital stay other than birth: None
P - Pet Peeve: The blowing of a nose in public - especially at a restaurant. Gross.
Q - Quote from a movie: I'm not good at remembering quotes from movies.
R - Right handed or left handed: Right
S - Siblings: 2 younger sisters
T - Time you wake up: 6:45-ish
U- Underwear: Like as in do I wear any or what kind do I wear? Lacy boy-shorts
V - Vegetable you dislike: Peas. I hate peas. (me too, I'll second that!)
W - Ways you run late: Sleeping in, or playing with the dogs
X - X-rays you've had: Dental, lungs (pneumonia), right knee
Y - Yummy food you make: A bad-ass stir-fry. Also, I'm really really good on the grill.
Z - Zoo favorite: Don't have a "favorite", but I don't like the snakes!!!

This is not good design...

I want to know who got paid money to come up with this unlovely design for this tissue box. Because I want that job. I'm pretty sure I could do better in my sleep, and I bet they get paid more than I do.
Why is it that tissue companies feel the need to "dress up" their tissue boxes?? Really? Like people use them for decoration? What's wrong with a solid color?

Also, and I didn't realize this until today, there is a lovely poem on the bottom. Lovely, that is, until you get to the last line which is "Blow it loud and blow it proud." Um, eewwwww.....