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[center]What Happen To Your Face?
[/center] It would not be fair to say that I was a clumsy child, as my parents submitted me to dance and gymnastics classes to ensure that I possessed a certain personal grace. All of which went out the window during adolescence, as burgeoning hormones gave way to impaired physical abilities. My bumbling hit its crescendo in the eighth grade, 1989. I lived in the thriving metropolis known Scranton, Pennsylvania and I have pictures to prove that I personally rocked a spiral perm and giant plastic earrings so long and heavy that they stretched out my earholes long before doing so was a counter-culture fashion statement. This era of my life was post-smelly-sticker-collecting, post-armful-of-jelly-bracelets, but still very Madonna-wannabe. In fact, if you want to be technical, you could still say I am a Madonna-wannabe, since I was eyeing fingerless lace gloves just last week. It was during that most glorious fourteenth year that I acquired braces. And not just any braces. These were a new kind of ?clear? braces, and my orthodontist sold me on the idea. At 14, I was old to be having braces put on, and most of my peers were busy getting their braces off. As I faced my first 2 years of high school in braces, I easily caved to the orthodontist?s suggestion that I try these experimental ?clear? braces.? Which leads me to wonder--do clear braces still exist? As it turns out, the ?clear braces? I had were ridiculously noticeable. The ?clear? claim meant that instead of a metal bracket on the tooth, the bracket was made of a tooth-colored porcelain. And instead of looking ?clear?, my braces created the sexy illusion of lumpy teeth, as though each tooth has a chunk of more tooth fused to the front of it. Worse, the orthodontist fitted clear bands around the ceramic plastic brackets to hold the wire in place, and within a few days, these bands would turn yellow with tooth mung. Since I was then a sad, lumpy-toothed teen with bad hair, I would frequently escape the drudgery of home life with a bike trip to the corner store. Once there, I would quickly and secretly devour junk food. This bi-weekly gorging trip was necessitated by father and stepmother, aka the diet Nazis. Grapefruit, Pritikin, Weight Watchers, Slim Fast, Nutrisystem. Whatever they went on, I went on. Kicking and Screaming of course. Every few months, my father would discover a new solution to his unwanted pounds, and clear the house of anything remotely tasty to the teenage pallet. Although I was not a heavy kid, he felt it was his duty to keep me that way, lest I wind up fat and alone. Every new diet came with a pill or a powder that had to be chunkily mixed into lukewarm water and choked down. Alas, three months into every new diet, chocolate chip cookies would mysteriously reappear in the cupboard. We would have a month of binging, snickers bars and ice cream sundaes, until dad found the next great diet, the one that surely would morph us all into lean distance runners. During the diet times, I would supplement my candy needs with bike trips to places where I could get enough chocolate and peanut butter to sustain me for weeks. I took one such bike trip for goodies on a sunny spring afternoon, bravely going beyond the corner store, and cruising down the long winding hill to the grocery store below. Clearly, a trip to the grocery store was a better solution for treats, since you could purchase an entire box of cinnamon rolls without the cashier giving you the evil eye. You could easily pass it off. ?Oh, my mom sent me here to get a really big box of Little Debbie?s Oatmeal Cream Pies, for my lunch.? I could purchase a veritable stash of sweets at the grocery store, providing for my candy and cake needs for many weeks to come. I started down the hill on my ten speed, cruising past traffic, wind in my hair. This was living. When you?re a teenager, before you can drive, a bike is the closest thing you have to actual freedom. Another exciting part of your teenage years is that you have very little forethought. The brain rarely looks to the consequences. The adult me knows that whipping down a hill full of traffic on a flimsy ten speed is a good way to crack open your skull. Then, not so much. As I reached the bottom of the hill and the turn into the grocery store parking lot, I could not slow down. My sweaty hands gripped the handbrakes, depressing the little rubber pads firmly into my bike tires. I smelled smoke and burning rubber. I panicked and pulled the bike off the main road, onto the broken shoulder. I watched the narrow front tire of my ten speed wobble in the broken glass and gravel, and I lost my balance. I was thrown forward, face first, into the ground. I rolled and slid in the gravel, lodging chunks of the road it into my palms and knees. My upper lip was the initial point of contact with the asphalt, but my face turned as I slid to my resting place by the side of the road. The term ?fat lip? would normally describe the condition I developed, but I do not feel the term ?fat? does my lip justice. I developed ?morbidly obese lip.? Although the ?MIL? was attractive in its own right, when coupled with a brush burn across my face, my appearance reached that much coveted ?clownish? state. It actually looked as though I had painted on bright red lipstick and then used the back of my hand to smear it across my face. Here?s an interesting tidbit?coverup? Not so much good with the facial brush burns. Obese lips either. I begged my parents to let me stay home from school, but they were of the sort to make you go unless you could demonstrate that actual blood was seeping from your eyes. For the next week, the ?what happened to your face? questions followed me from class to lunch to recess. I love when people ask ?what happened to your face?? Whatever you say to me, whatever I look like, please do not say ?What happened to your face?? Chances are, I already pretty aware of my facial malady and it was all I could do to walk out of the house. Cut me some slack. I?m not sure why, and I don?t mean to generalize and racially stereotype, but I get the ?what happened to your face? question all the time Asian nail attendants. Within the last 10 years, a nail salon run by a family of Vietnamese immigrants has moved into every strip mall in America. And despite the fact that I have personally witnessed a ?nail technician? cleaning her instruments with nail polish remover, I will occasionally stop by for a ten dollar manicure. Perhaps that day, I need a little me time. Maybe it?s PMS and pretty painted nails will make me smile. Maybe that PMS lead to an enormous zit blossoming on my chin. Point is, I?m aware of it. I know the zit is there, hiding in the shadows, or just bursting on the scene. No matter. I get the question. ?What happen to your face?? I am creative with my answers now. ?My husband hits me, right in the chin.? |
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Do you speak sports? Can you read sports? I?m at the second grade level. My husband is doing his dissertation.
"This year, Jeter is hitting at 300, 25, and 90." If I'm watching ESPN (read: at knifepoint), I?m not processing the dialogue. The words are English, some even familiar to me. Bat, run, score. Many are vaguely homoerotic. ?He?s pounding it into the endzone.? I go from tuning it out to cocking an eyebrow. ?He?s the best tight end we?ve ever had!? Sweet. "You need a power hitter batting clean up and a speedster to lead off." Pardon? Men get what that says. They speak the ?mancode.? It worries me that I don?t understand, because perhaps more is being passed along in ?mancode? than just sports statistics. I could envision a world where men are secretly plotting to take over my womb and grow HGH-infused superbaby athletes. Maybe this is how the Taliban took over and forced the women into burquas? I?ve read ?Handmaid?s Tale.? I know how this stuff can sneak up on you. Why must a man choose his favorite sports teams at age 8, and then stand by those athletic enterprises for the remainder of his existence? That?s as an awfully important decision to lay on a third grader. This decision will affect a good bunch of your Sundays, your spring, and the newspapers you read, and what type of cable package you have to order from Direct TV. What if the team owner packs your team with one-armed zombie pedophiles? You are going to have to defend those players, right or wrong, because they are on Your Team. This rule goes beyond ?Mancode? to Manlaw. Thou shall not abandon any sports team chosen before puberty. |
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I'm taken as far as baseball and college sports are concerned. In all other sports, teams are free to court my affections. (tangent: I was just thinking the other day, "gosh, I haven't talked to Katie in a whiles" and now you give me a good excuse to do so) 0 Replies | Report Abuse
How's the real world treating you? I'm not around here much but I had written some junk so I figured I might as well post it. 0 Replies | Report Abuse
I'm taken as far as baseball and college sports are concerned. In all other sports, teams are free to court my affections. (tangent: I was just thinking the other day, "gosh, I haven't talked to Katie in a whiles" and now you give me a good excuse to do so) 1 Replies | Report Abuse 
How's the real world treating you? I'm not around here much but I had written some junk so I figured I might as well post it. 0 Replies | Report Abuse |
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So this past weekend, the following surreal things happened on a Sunday night:
Kate Moening making out with Rosanna Arquette on the L Word. I went to camp with Kate Moening when I was 15. I can't quite tell you how weird it is to go to camp with someone and later see them naked on Showtime. Matt Hasselback in the Super Bowl. Matt Hasselback sat behind me in one the first classes I ever had in college. Now I need someone from my high school to turn out to be a serial killer and I will have completed the Sunday trifecta. |
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I saw your thread on the Suicide Girls; didn't have time to reply to it. Lucky girl! That must be wild. I don't know anyone famous except for politicians. 0 Replies | Report Abuse
Thankfully, I don't know any politicians. Yay! 0 Replies | Report Abuse
You know one... Sexy women are better. 0 Replies | Report Abuse
I saw your thread on the Suicide Girls; didn't have time to reply to it. Lucky girl! That must be wild. I don't know anyone famous except for politicians. 1 Replies | Report Abuse
Thankfully, I don't know any politicians. Yay! 1 Replies | Report Abuse
You know one... Sexy women are better. 0 Replies | Report Abuse 
More on the naked women!!! What was that all about? 0 Replies | Report Abuse
I have a thread about it in OT. 0 Replies | Report Abuse
More on the naked women!!! What was that all about? 1 Replies | Report Abuse
I have a thread about it in OT. 0 Replies | Report Abuse 
You are my hero. 0 Replies | Report Abuse
You are my hero. 0 Replies | Report Abuse |
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My husband and I spent our one year anniversary in Las Vegas. I'd like to tell you what happened, but as you know, what happens in Vegas, blah blah.
By the by, people in Vegas deliver that line regularly, specifically to encourage your bad behavior. I like it. I like walking around with a beer. I like that people smoke everywhere. It feels very "old world debauchery." You're watching the ponies and having a stogie. Sinatra is coming over. Somebody called Sammie Davis Jr. What I had for breakfast speaks to this encouragement of excess: Pound Cake French Toast. They took a slice of poundcake, wet it in some egg, rolled it in coconut and ground almonds, and topped it off with syrup. Because it needed more sugar. Andy and I bit into it and looked at each other. THIS IS WHAT HEAVEN TASTES LIKE! I'm writing this in the entry to shame myself into going to the gym instead of coming home with still-warm french bread and slathering it with Nutella. And calling that lunch. |
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Great pics. Andy's such a doll. Awesome, congrats on your one year! Okay, I wanna know what you did in Vegas. :D You know I wanna know. I had a week off of working out since I got the flu and it just wiped me out. I can barely do my upper body weights now. I ate spinach salad for supper and half a box of Kraft Dinner. 0 Replies | Report Abuse
Great pics. Andy's such a doll. Awesome, congrats on your one year! Okay, I wanna know what you did in Vegas. :D You know I wanna know. I had a week off of working out since I got the flu and it just wiped me out. I can barely do my upper body weights now. I ate spinach salad for supper and half a box of Kraft Dinner. 0 Replies | Report Abuse 
Congratulations Katie!!! Don't worry doll, its all down here from here. May you have many long years of wedded hell. ;) 0 Replies | Report Abuse
Congratulations Katie!!! Don't worry doll, its all down here from here. May you have many long years of wedded hell. ;) 0 Replies | Report Abuse
I want to hear the naughty debachery!!! Congrats on the year anny! My 8 year is coming up this year. Maybe we'll go to Vegas for even naughtier debachery! 0 Replies | Report Abuse
I want to hear the naughty debachery!!! Congrats on the year anny! My 8 year is coming up this year. Maybe we'll go to Vegas for even naughtier debachery! 0 Replies | Report Abuse |
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I am used to having my husband around. He grounds me, and without him, I am wont to eat half of a big crumb cake. And then some cocoa pebbles. Whenever he's out of town, I always make cereal for dinner.
I'm not even dressed yet. I am sitting here in my robe, watching Cirque Du Soliel (The sound is on mute, I can't take the music so I put "The Roots" on in the background and it gives it a whole different vibe). Later, I'm going to watch all the "Katie Shows" I have DVR'd, eat some more chocolate, maybe have some wine, take a 2 hour bath (carefully keeping my hands out of the water so as not to wrinkle my fingers because I hate that feeling). All in all, a very productive day. I'm going to watch all the bad entertainment shows on VH1. More specifically, there will be NO SPORTS on in this house for the next 2 days. Speaking of which, my husband is off at his "fantasy football draft." Last night he drained the black ink from the printer whilst printing out page after page of names and statistics, and walking around the house muttering things like "Should I take the running back I want or Peyton Manning?" I don't mind football, it's fun to watch, but the all-encompassing nature of sports, fantasy leagues, and the ESPN network annoys me. It scares me like like Oprah's book club and and Dr. Phil scares him. I do like like Real Sports, even though Bryant Gumbel makes me want to slap him. HBO can make me a show about sports that is so good, even I like it. Good on you, HBO. That's fine programming. |
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Veronica Mars? What's that? 0 Replies | Report Abuse
Some show on UPN my sister keeps telling me is so good that I have to watch. I tivo'd a bunch of episodes. 0 Replies | Report Abuse
Veronica Mars? What's that? 1 Replies | Report Abuse
Some show on UPN my sister keeps telling me is so good that I have to watch. I tivo'd a bunch of episodes. 0 Replies | Report Abuse
I enjoy days without my spouse - I get to do what I want and talk to the cats all day. My gang of friends just did our fantasy football draft - I didn't participate this year. I don't like wrinkly fingers either. *shudder* 0 Replies | Report Abuse
I enjoy days without my spouse - I get to do what I want and talk to the cats all day. My gang of friends just did our fantasy football draft - I didn't participate this year. I don't like wrinkly fingers either. *shudder* 0 Replies | Report Abuse 
Its Peyton, Peyton Manning.... :p 0 Replies | Report Abuse
What a gay name! 0 Replies | Report Abuse
Its Peyton, Peyton Manning.... :p 1 Replies | Report Abuse
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Peter Gabriel "Flood"
When the night shows The signals grow on radios All the strange things They come and go, as early warnings Stranded starfish have no place to hide Still waiting for the swollen easter tide There?s no point in direction we cannot even choose a side. I took the old track The hollow shoulder, across the waters On the tall cliffs They were getting older, sons and daughters The jaded underworld was riding high Waves of steel hurled metal at the sky And as the nail sunk in the cloud, the rain was warm and soaked the crowd. Lord, here comes the flood We?ll say goodbye to flesh and blood If again the seas are silent In any still alive It?ll be those who gave their island to survive Drink up, dreamers, you?re running dry. When the flood calls, You have no home, you have no walls In the thunder crash You?re a thousand minds, within a flash Don?t be afraid to cry at what you see The actors gone, there?s only you and me And if we break before the dawn, they?ll use up what we used to be. Lord, here comes the flood We?ll say goodbye to flesh and blood If again, the seas are silent In any still alive It?ll be those who gave their island to survive Drink up, dreamers, you?re running dry. |
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I feel like Clemenza with this entry. I just tried a new food that may lead to my downfall. Years from now, I will speak about this moment from my king size bed, where I will wash myself with a rag on a stick.
Damn you beignets!!!!! Curses. Someone brought dozens of them in and these giant chocolate chip cookies too. I resisted for an hour. I sipped my water. I ate a plain roll. At 9:45, the call of the fried dough and powdered sugar was too much for me. The beignets won. They won, dammit. I'm sitting here in a pile of regret, covered in powdered sugar. The plate next to me has a pile of the white stuff on it. I could cut Scarface style lines with it. And eat them. Help. Me. There are more the kitchen. Waiting for me. |
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They sound very much like an Italian dessert called zeppoli (or somesuch). Deep fried dough, liberally dusted with white sugar, and eaten while still warm. They're a lethal invention, I tell you. Personally, my breakfast weakness is bacon or spicy sausage/egg/cheese on toast. Not too heavy in the carbohydrate department, but it's a nifty little artery clogger. 0 Replies | Report Abuse
They sound very much like an Italian dessert called zeppoli (or somesuch). Deep fried dough, liberally dusted with white sugar, and eaten while still warm. They're a lethal invention, I tell you. Personally, my breakfast weakness is bacon or spicy sausage/egg/cheese on toast. Not too heavy in the carbohydrate department, but it's a nifty little artery clogger. 0 Replies | Report Abuse 
They have YOUR name on them. With me, it's Doritos. That's all I ever need, really. All the time. If I knew what sex was, I'd have to say they are better than that. But yours sounds better. Good luck with the arteries thing ;) 0 Replies | Report Abuse
They have YOUR name on them. With me, it's Doritos. That's all I ever need, really. All the time. If I knew what sex was, I'd have to say they are better than that. But yours sounds better. Good luck with the arteries thing ;) 0 Replies | Report Abuse
Those sound really good. Meh, go ahead and eat them, and go to the gym later. Don't beat yourself up over it. Live! 0 Replies | Report Abuse
I ate them and didn't go to the gym. I have PMS. Poor me. 0 Replies | Report Abuse
Those sound really good. Meh, go ahead and eat them, and go to the gym later. Don't beat yourself up over it. Live! 1 Replies | Report Abuse
I ate them and didn't go to the gym. I have PMS. Poor me. 0 Replies | Report Abuse
Succumb. You are powerless to resist. 0 Replies | Report Abuse
I thought about going to the shop that makes them today. Thank jesus I'm so lazy. 0 Replies | Report Abuse
Succumb. You are powerless to resist. 1 Replies | Report Abuse
I thought about going to the shop that makes them today. Thank jesus I'm so lazy. 0 Replies | Report Abuse
Oh that makes me hungry. Gah wash yourself with a rag on a stick, how horrid. 0 Replies | Report Abuse
Oh that makes me hungry. Gah wash yourself with a rag on a stick, how horrid. 0 Replies | Report Abuse
I want some! HEY UPDATE YOUR JOURNAL! 0 Replies | Report Abuse
OK! I always forget. 0 Replies | Report Abuse
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We call it the "Ho House On The Hill". I'll try to get a deal with UPN for the series. I'll probably need more black friends to drop by if it's on UPN.
The real stress of home buying comes from how expensive everything is. Andy and I spent 4 hours at Lowes yesterday, picking shit out. I'm a very fast shopper who makes fast decisions. Andy tends to mull it over, so we were on each other's last nerve. And we never fight so it was a bummer. We went to Wendy's and felt better after. Never applicance shop on an empty stomach. I'm so excited to have our own washer and dryer. WOO HOO. We got almost 200 bucks off the one we got because it was black. Apparently people don't want black washer and dryers. Fuck that, I don't care. We got a nice stainless steel fridge and diswasher. We need someone to put in the dishwasher, but Andy's best friend Guy knows how to do that stuff. He's going to take a look at it for us. He's also going to fix our downstairs walls because there's this terrible paneling and vinyl wall covering (in like orange floral--eeeep). There's so much to be done and a limited budget. Now I know how the people feel on trading spaces. I got a brand new full size plush mattress today for the spare room so there's a place to sleep when people visit. I went to this place Mattress Man and I randomly knew the guy who worked there and he gave it to me--frame, box spring, mattress and delivery for 320.00. Whoa. What a steal. Andy was going to go in with my sister to get me an Ipod for my b'day, but I said to save the money and spend it on stuff for the house. We got this awesome coffee table from Crate and Barrel from my sister for a shower/wedding gift. The matching end tables are equally nice, but 400 bucks each, so we're trying to get my family to all go in and get us one for my b'day. Happy Birthday, here's one end table. Heh. My sister jokes that the coffee table is my one gift that will cover everything for life. She said "if you have a baby, that's your changing table. If you die, we'll carry you out of the house on that table." One gift, many functions. Gah. There's so much to be done. We plan on painting next weekend, if all goes through with the closing. God willing. Pray for us. We also got this buffet/bar thing for the front room and we're going to put all our fancy wine glasses and scotch glasses on it. Have a little cool bar thing going in the front room for parties. The best thing will be seeing all the wedding/shower gifts again. Most of them went right into storage because there wasn't any room at the apartment. I don't even remember what we got but I know there's nice stuff in there. It will be like getting gifts all over again. The REAL best thing about the new house will be 2 TVs. Even though I'm a TV junky, I have put my foot down about TV--no TV in our front living/dining room. No TV in the bedroom. We're making an office and a den that will be cozy. Andy can watch sports and I will be watching all my cheesy shows. And he can play grand theft auto until his little heart is content, with no gripes from wifey. WEEEEE!' (can you tell I'm excited?) |
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Whoa. I fucking love appliances. SHould have had me there, I 'd go crazy. I'll tell my Mom to chant for you. Be care ful with two tv's it can bring a couple apart. We'll if you want to be apart its a good escape. But that was when I was on the verge of divorce. Heheh. Watch TV together, and give eachother kisses. See my entry... I had a little move myself. 0 Replies | Report Abuse
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Whoa. I fucking love appliances. SHould have had me there, I 'd go crazy. I'll tell my Mom to chant for you. Be care ful with two tv's it can bring a couple apart. We'll if you want to be apart its a good escape. But that was when I was on the verge of divorce. Heheh. Watch TV together, and give eachother kisses. See my entry... I had a little move myself. 1 Replies | Report Abuse
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I think a black washer and dryer sounds kinda cool, personally. And I love stainless steel kitchen stuff. It looks awesome. Sounds like you're having SO MUCH FUN with this! I'm really happy for you, katie! :) 0 Replies | Report Abuse
It is fun, and scary and overwhelming. But I'll focus on fun. 0 Replies | Report Abuse
I think a black washer and dryer sounds kinda cool, personally. And I love stainless steel kitchen stuff. It looks awesome. Sounds like you're having SO MUCH FUN with this! I'm really happy for you, katie! :) 1 Replies | Report Abuse
It is fun, and scary and overwhelming. But I'll focus on fun. 0 Replies | Report Abuse
"Andy was going to go in with my sister to get me an Ipod for my b'day, but I said to save the money and spend it on stuff for the house". Yep. You're married all right :) . 0 Replies | Report Abuse
Is it the marriage or the new home ownership. 'Cause if not for the house, I would want the Ipod. It feels ridiculous to get a new electronic toy when I have empty rooms. 0 Replies | Report Abuse
Like I said. Actually, it's probably both. It's been so long since I've seen empty rooms I've forgotten what it's like. 0 Replies | Report Abuse
"Andy was going to go in with my sister to get me an Ipod for my b'day, but I said to save the money and spend it on stuff for the house". Yep. You're married all right :) . 1 Replies | Report Abuse
Is it the marriage or the new home ownership. 'Cause if not for the house, I would want the Ipod. It feels ridiculous to get a new electronic toy when I have empty rooms. 1 Replies | Report Abuse
Like I said. Actually, it's probably both. It's been so long since I've seen empty rooms I've forgotten what it's like. 0 Replies | Report Abuse
Omigawd, I'm getting a bar thing too! I get mine on Wednesday, and it's going to have glasses and scotch on it. I just love getting a new place and being all domestic and shit. :) 0 Replies | Report Abuse
It does trigger some nesting instinct in the female brain, like shiny things. At least you have a purpose for your bar since you like Scotch. I'm not a big drinker (I usually drink Vodka because I don't get a hangover), but I have all these glasses from the wedding. Really nice balloon red wine glasses so I can feel special. 0 Replies | Report Abuse
It will have all our specialty liquors on it, not just the scotch, but yeah, I feel the urge to display my nice glasses too. :D 0 Replies | Report Abuse
Omigawd, I'm getting a bar thing too! I get mine on Wednesday, and it's going to have glasses and scotch on it. I just love getting a new place and being all domestic and shit. :) 1 Replies | Report Abuse
It does trigger some nesting instinct in the female brain, like shiny things. At least you have a purpose for your bar since you like Scotch. I'm not a big drinker (I usually drink Vodka because I don't get a hangover), but I have all these glasses from the wedding. Really nice balloon red wine glasses so I can feel special. 1 Replies | Report Abuse
It will have all our specialty liquors on it, not just the scotch, but yeah, I feel the urge to display my nice glasses too. :D 0 Replies | Report Abuse
I'll be demanding pictures! Any idea on what colors you'll be painting each room? Are you more into vibrant, "make my eyes bleed" colors, or more for a graduated flow of shades from room to room? As I've gotten older, I lean towards neutrals now...not quite sure why. :) 0 Replies | Report Abuse
Definite neutral girl here. The colors presently in the house are purple and aqua. Fine for a Journal, bad for a house. The downstairs will be a warm "coffee with cream" type color. There is this terrible shag carpeting in there, but when lifted, it reveals beautiful oak floors. Score. All the furniture is a dark espresso stain with silver accents, and my "pop" color is the red couch. It's gonna be sweeeet. 0 Replies | Report Abuse
Coffee with cream? You just hit on my favorite combination...it's beyond classy and sophisticated, but so damn versatile. You can go from country to baroque anytime you want. Definite score! :p 0 Replies | Report Abuse
I like to do accents of different colors, but keep the walls somewhat neutral. For the bedroom, we found some great...I don't even know what to call it. It's kind of rose-ish with a blue or grey undertone. It's very subtle. We're going to do the back wall in that and then all the others in a white with just a hint of the underlying...maybe mauve is the right word. I was on benjaminmoore.com last night picking out colors. Too fun.
I'll be demanding pictures! Any idea on what colors you'll be painting each room? Are you more into vibrant, "make my eyes bleed" colors, or more for a graduated flow of shades from room to room? As I've gotten older, I lean towards neutrals now...not quite sure why. :) 1 Replies | Report Abuse
Definite neutral girl here. The colors presently in the house are purple and aqua. Fine for a Journal, bad for a house. The downstairs will be a warm "coffee with cream" type color. There is this terrible shag carpeting in there, but when lifted, it reveals beautiful oak floors. Score. All the furniture is a dark espresso stain with silver accents, and my "pop" color is the red couch. It's gonna be sweeeet. 1 Replies | Report Abuse
Coffee with cream? You just hit on my favorite combination...it's beyond classy and sophisticated, but so damn versatile. You can go from country to baroque anytime you want. Definite score! :p 1 Replies | Report Abuse
I like to do accents of different colors, but keep the walls somewhat neutral. For the bedroom, we found some great...I don't even know what to call it. It's kind of rose-ish with a blue or grey undertone. It's very subtle. We're going to do the back wall in that and then all the others in a white with just a hint of the underlying...maybe mauve is the right word. I was on benjaminmoore.com last night picking out colors. Too fun. |
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I'm shocked it took me as long as it did to see this movie. I kept planning to see it and then something would come up.
In a word: terrific. I have a tremendous crush on Peter Dinklage. I've liked him ever since I saw him on Daily Show. Very handsome and full of spark. I hope he gets more good roles, because the man can act. I googled him after the movie and saw that he's engaged to a hot theatre director. Good for him. Anyway, see this movie. I told Andy he reminds me of Joe, in that Andy always chases me around the house to talk or hang out, even when I'm in my worst moods. There was a part in the film where Joe was cooking in the house and he said "come up here and talk to me, I'm dying up here." I looked at Andy. "That's SO you." It's endearing. |
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I loved that character, too. Great writing on all of them. 0 Replies | Report Abuse
I loved that character, too. Great writing on all of them. 0 Replies | Report Abuse
It was one of the best character-driven films I had seen in years. 0 Replies | Report Abuse
It was one of the best character-driven films I had seen in years. 0 Replies | Report Abuse
I have a friend who is just like Joe, even looks like him. :) Makes me smile just thinking about it. Saw this in the theatres. Great movie. 0 Replies | Report Abuse
I have a friend who is just like Joe, even looks like him. :) Makes me smile just thinking about it. Saw this in the theatres. Great movie. 0 Replies | Report Abuse |
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We had it inspected today, and as we expected, it's in near perfect condition. The man (and his wife) who lived there before us were truly members of "the greatest generation", and they obviously took such pride in preserving their home. I'm not kidding, I can feel their energy all through it.
And it's the little details of things they left that blow my mind. Every closet has great shoe racks in it, or little pegs perfectly placed where you would need to hang something. The garage is so 1960s, it's adorable, aqua colored shelving and covered cabinets. It's the most retro thing. The more I'm in it, the more I'm in love with it. My mom was dying today, she could not get over how amazingly well preserved everything is. There are many things we will change, but we want to preserve the retro 1960s touch. The handles on the cabinets evoke this great feeling--and I am going to get this retro stainless steel fridge to go with the theme. The oak floors underneath all the carpeting are in every room. There's a walk in ceder closet in the basement. We need to make some painting color changes (whoa aqua and a weird pinkish purple as paint colors, similar to my journal, oddly enough), but the little 1960s gem items found throughout the house make it feel like you're a little back in time. As the inspector said "someone really loved this house, and cleaned and fixed everything all the time." This was a man who worked hard and with purpose. I think I can feel his presence in the house and it's such a warm, calming feeling. Is it possible to love a place? If so, then I do. |
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I think it's possible, and that you can feel the energy of the people who inhabited a place before you. I hope everything works out well for you with this. How exciting! 0 Replies | Report Abuse
I don't want to be that scary family from Beatlejuice, ya know? 0 Replies | Report Abuse
The dancing looked like fun. 0 Replies | Report Abuse
I think it's possible, and that you can feel the energy of the people who inhabited a place before you. I hope everything works out well for you with this. How exciting! 1 Replies | Report Abuse
I don't want to be that scary family from Beatlejuice, ya know? 1 Replies | Report Abuse
The dancing looked like fun. 0 Replies | Report Abuse
That's so wonderful...it is truly a good thing that the previous owners did by keeping it in such good condition. The house I grew up in was very much like that, and I do know how comfortable it feels. You should name your house, show it that you love it. :) 0 Replies | Report Abuse
Yes, it is wonderful. I feel like I have to talk to the spirits in the house, let them know we respect it and won't trash it. It's much to live up to, but nothing Andy and I can't handle. 0 Replies | Report Abuse
That's so wonderful...it is truly a good thing that the previous owners did by keeping it in such good condition. The house I grew up in was very much like that, and I do know how comfortable it feels. You should name your house, show it that you love it. :) 1 Replies | Report Abuse
Yes, it is wonderful. I feel like I have to talk to the spirits in the house, let them know we respect it and won't trash it. It's much to live up to, but nothing Andy and I can't handle. 0 Replies | Report Abuse
Yay! Congrats on finding such a wonderful place! Buying your first home is alternately scary and exhilirating. I wish my home had perfect storage, etc, but I can't be arsed to get it all sorted. :rolleyes: 0 Replies | Report Abuse
Heh. Arsed. Are you being British? 0 Replies | Report Abuse
Hee...I still hang onto the cute British phrases I learned whilst dating a brit for a year and a half. It sticks...like day-old oatmeal on a cold winter day. 0 Replies | Report Abuse
Yay! Congrats on finding such a wonderful place! Buying your first home is alternately scary and exhilirating. I wish my home had perfect storage, etc, but I can't be arsed to get it all sorted. :rolleyes: 1 Replies | Report Abuse
Heh. Arsed. Are you being British? 1 Replies | Report Abuse
Hee...I still hang onto the cute British phrases I learned whilst dating a brit for a year and a half. It sticks...like day-old oatmeal on a cold winter day. 0 Replies | Report Abuse |
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