What the hell?

Ok, so the blue is beginning to grow on me

Yesterday I moved things around in the bedroom for the Dad to drill holes in the wall. To make a long story as painful for the uninterested, I have both concrete and drywall walls which require different types of anchors. The mirror I wanted hung is very heavy and has been aging well in L.I. until recently. Moving things to make way for the supreme mess anticipated by anything my dad does, I found something spectacular: the floor.

My room is not that shabby. Well, actually it is. But instead, I prefer the usage of "distressed". And people pay money for the look of old as I discovered in Marshalls. Yes, there is a Marshall's a five minute walk from my digs. Along with a National Liquidators (you have no idea) and an Old Navy. Although I was disappointed to not find hookable shirt hangars (and we even went to Target!). Anyhoo, I digress. I pikced a wire magazine rack, a floor wood organizer thing that conceivably performs the same function as the other magazine holder, and the energy to hang a host of posters. Granted, I'll need to move many of these after I hang the mirror, but whatever.

Last night i finished unpacking the rest of my car inspired shopping extravaganza. I bought a mumu. Plants. Actually, mums. Undies. Stuff. Instead of chowing on bar-b-q my family stayed close and were creative in directing a massive cleaning effort. the house no longer looks like the cat lady's house. it was such a generous effort from both 'rentals, i'm not even sure how to thank them. but i did manage to stick in a quiet birthday present to the mom. mmm...and it occurs to me that my dad has actually returned to reading this mess of a space. er, yep. i gave mom a present via check and she doesn't even know it yet. (as i've learned, one must never try and spend money on a gift for the mom as she will 1) never wear what you buy 2) feel guilty by anything she feels was a high price point. so annoying.)

crap. i've somehow managed to waste an entire half hour. off to dry hair, spackle make up on, and depart for the start of the workweek.

-- er, if i miss the star wars internet phenomena bit on the news can someone fill me in?

posted by irene @ 8/25/2003 06:48:00 AM