ding!

i love our house. obviously, since i write about it all the time. and, i gotta tell ya, we are making it great.

we bought tile from a friend who is a tile seller-person. it is beautiful multicolored slate tile. lots of variation in colors and patterns. so that is the big plan for the fourth. tiling. oh and did i mention the painting? we are painting the dining room and sunroom this weekend too. the architect is just finishing skim-coating the secret wall cabinet so that it looks like wall... then we will start painting it pretty sage green. that's right folks! no more silver walls in my house! hooray! i also threw out all the light switch and plug covers (that were also painted silver) and bought new ones. plus a lovely new dimmer switch for the dining room.

we have made this house great, people. value is going up as we speak. i can't wait to have a party.

announcement

first times

i don't remember the first time we met. he does. i do not. which is not how the world is supposed to work. he forgets everything. that is not an understatement. i remember the night because it was a friend from college's bachelorette party and the whole night i was in the middle of trying to kick out my roommate from our apartment. (this was not because i am a mean person, it was to keep me from becomming a mean person. my two roommates would have killed each other had we all stayed in the same space and i would have been caught in the crossfire. but i digress...) i do remember the second time we met. it was at the same venue. he bought me a drink. and then he spilled in on me. on my nice, new white shirt. but i didn't really care because he had bought me a big, yummy drink and shirts can be washed. we did not get together that night. or any other nights for another year and a half. i had to go thru torture with some of his best friends first. then, on valentine's day in 2003, we finally got together. and life hasn't been the same since.

now a sidenote must be added. we had met one time before which was the official first time. but neither of us new that had happened until a while into our relationship. i actually went to his going away party before he travelled to europe. i told him to go to oxford because i had just returned and it is a wonderful place. (everyone should go to oxford. it is a wonderful place.) he remembered the girl who told him to go to oxford. neither of us put two and two together that it was us until later on.

i remember our first kiss. (valentine's day). i do not remember the other first (if you know what i mean). i can give you a time frame. but no secure date. that makes me mad. i should remember that.

the dancing cup

today i drove to barnes and noble over lunch. i have to get out and enjoy the day. i also was on a mission to buy "the devil wears prada" and other beach reads to get me thru the summer. on my way, i was stopped at a stoplight next to a dancing cup. there, on the corner, was a man dressing in an inflatable quizno's cup, dancing. many thoughts ran thru my head as i sat and watched his show. was he feeling super embarassed that his boass was making him dress up like a cup and dance on the corner? or was he the guy that volunteered and was super excited to be dancing around in a cup suit? and was he hot? or does the fan inside the suit that keeps in inflated also keep the wearer cool? watching the cup, i had an overwhelming desire to buy something at quizno's for lunch. to make the cup's dance worth it. or something like that.

finally...

i have pictures of the house.

here they are:







please note pretty new orange chair and leather couch. yay!

the creek

tbs shows re-runs of dawson's creek in the mornings right before i go to work. i caught the final episode this morning and it totally brought me back to my high school days. the show started my junior year and all the gang from high school (boys included) would gather at our friend angela's house for dawson's creek night. the boys were into it more than the girls then. we would be studying and they would be shushing us. at that time, dawson's creek kind of mimicked my life. and everyone i knew agreed (at least the girls that i gossiped about it with did). i was joey and my friend mike was dawson. we were best friends that maybe should or shouldn't get together. one of us liked the other and then the other way around. actually, maybe it was me who only held that tiny flame for mike at that time. but that is beside the point. mike even looked like dawson. we never got together, and that, in hindsight, was a good thing. high school crushes don't ever end up the way you think they are gonna.

it is funny to watch that show again now. it brings back funny memories. then you watch the last episode where they all haven't seen each other in years and they are all still friend and happy and then jenn dies and joey finally chooses a guy. blah blah blah. but it made me wish that all my friends from high school could get together and catch up. made me miss the times when crushed were the biggest drama you had to deal with, along with the history exam that, looking back, didn't really matter if you failed or not.

i always make fun of dave because he still is so interested in what happens at his high school. how the football team is doing and stuff like that. i think it is because i am kind of jealous. i didn't like high school as much as he did. i don't miss it. but i miss those little things like a good dawson's creek night.