Project Hallway Update

Nearly three months ago I posted about my hallway.  It’s been set up for ages now but I only just got around to taking photos of it.  The pictures will remain propped up on the table until I can get my hands on a hammer drill.  So without further ado…the hallway!

The San Francisco poster that was originally going to go there lives in the upstairs hallway where I took the Monet print in the pink frame from.

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Around the House

I got a little snap happy the other day.  Here are the results of my picture-taking spree:

1.  Stair characters: Murderous Bear, Evil Monkey, Jack and Squirty Fish.

2. Anatomically Correct Dog guarding the chalk atop the pantry. 

3.  My favourite lamp, flower photo from a friend, and picture frame with pictures of strangers.  One day I’ll get around to puting our photos in.  We found this lovely piece of furniture on the side of the road!

Yesterday we spent hours and hours scraping concrete off our floorboards.  Yeah, I can’t figure it out either.  Oh the joys of owning a really old home.

Monkids

I’m seriously worried about my Mom’s sanity.  Today while talking on msn messenger this gem came through the interwebs from her fingers:

I was looking at a cute picture of a little monkey today and said, if i can’t have grandchildren now can i get a monkey?

Wow.  What do you say to that?

Apparently she’s not alone in her desire to be Mom to a monkey.  This article claims that there are people out there who actually buy monkeys and raise them as kids.

Many self-described “monkey people” don’t dare call them pets. They are playfully referred to as “monkids” and reared in a world of pierced ears, monogrammed clothes, a seat at the dinner table and their own bedrooms.

Some monkid parents must shop at Dior for Monkeys

When you have someone who spends $500 for monkey tops and bottoms, and this is your spring wardrobe, you know the pet is being taken care of.

Spending $500 on monkey clothes does not necessarily make you a good parent.  It does however, make you insane.

Engagement Party!

Is it possible to be more excited about the engagement party than the wedding?  Yes.  Yes it is.  Even though we got engaged nearly six months ago, we haven’t had an official engagement party.  Criminal, I know.  We did have the best Halloween party in the Southern Hemisphere the day after we got engaged, but spending the evening dressed as Miss Piggy and passing out before midnight is not how I imagined my engagement party.

Mom and Dad are coming to visit next month so I’m using their visit as an excuse to do it right.  Finger foods, tiny cupcakes, drink stations, fun decorations, a cool guest book and tons of wine! 

And the best part?  No arguing about the guest list!  We can invite as many people as we want!  The 150 people we’re planning on inviting are not all going to fit in our house but we’ll make do…somehow. 

Invitations are getting printed now and will be sent out early next week.  Yay!

Painting: An Alternative to Recreational Drug Use

Today is spruce-up-cheap-stuff-to-make-it-not-look-so-crappy day.  I’ll post photos when I can find the camera.

Project 1: spray paint a $10 flea market lamp silver. 

Project 2: paint the doors of the $5 pantry from eBay with chalkboard paint. 

The combination of spray paint and chalkboard paint have made me high as a fucking kite!

Somehow the dogs haven’t been affected.  Except for the one that is walking around in circles barking “Dancing Queen” by ABBA.

A Superficial Victory

I think we’ve already established that I’m lazy.  My weekends usually consist of me napping more than most cats and eating whatever requires the least amount of effort to prepare (cheese, chocolate, microwave burritos etc.).

I’m not much better during the week.  I’m a weekday slob.  As the only female in my department, I could wear the same outfit every day and nobody would notice.  In fact, I’ve often worn the same pair of pants to work five days in a row.  Luckily the dress code at our workplace is business casual so I basically wear whatever is clean.

If I put that little effort into how I dress, imagine how much attention I gave my hair.  You can correctly assume that doing my hair is low on my list of priorities.  Not only because I’m lazy, but because I have thick, dry, unmanageable hair.  My hair strategy: put it back in a ponytail and hope for the best.  In almost every photo of me from the past few years, my hair is either back in a ponytail or under a baseball cap.

Sure I’ve tried to make my hair cooperate, but no amount of blow drying or straightening on my part has ever lead to success.  I figured that all the hairdressers were miracle workers with special powers I could never attain.  Turns out those stupid magazines are right.  The right products make all the difference.

Today I claim victory over my unruly hair.  And all it took was moisturising shampoo, smoothing conditioner, smoothing serum, heat seal styling spray, a hair dryer, a boar bristle brush, a ceramic straightening iron, and the time it takes to watch Boston Legal. 

I feel that after twenty-something years of bad hair days, I have earned the right to brag.  My hair looks awesome!  It’s bouncy, wavy, shiny and all around glorious!  It took a crazy amount of work to get it looking this good, but even after sleeping on it my hair still looks fab.  I suppose I can’t claim total victory though because I do not have the time or patience to do this every day.

So, good hair days might become a monthly occurrence, which is a far more often than the four times a year I get my hair done by those aforementioned miracle workers.

10 things I love about you

1.  You keep me laughing all the time.  Whether you’re making Boy Dog play the sofa like a piano, spouting pirate puns, or coming up with silly songs about monkeys, you’re always entertaining.
2.  You are brilliantly intelligent. I learn so much from you.
3.  You know me better than I know myself.
4.  You may be goofy-looking, but to me you’re dead sexy.
5.  You put up with my crazy monthly PMS cry sessions.
6. You not only tolerate my dogs, but you’ve developed a genuine love for them. Well, one of them anyway. Boy Dog adores you.
7. You are passionate in your beliefs. Nobody can ever say that you are apathetic.
8. I can trust you with my life. You are always honest with me.
9. You feed me. You are an amazing cook. Without you, I’d starve.
10. You truly are the greatest thing that’s ever happened to me.