59/365 - nothing ever goes where it's supposed to.

February 28, 2011

This is why I'll never be a good house keeper. The drawer where my colored pencils actually go is like.... 5 steps away from where I put them. Why do I do this? What possesses me? Really?

58/365 - cemetery tree

February 27, 2011

We had a good day.

57/365 - zoom zoom

February 26, 2011

This weekend ROCKED.

Be looking forward to more derby related posts. I am thinking about giving this a try. ;)

56/365 - a fridge can tell you a lot about a person.

February 25, 2011

Lots of interesting things here... Letters from Jerry, Nanny's funeral pamphlet, and so on... zoom for details. ;)

55/365 - cupid's still here.

February 24, 2011

I've been enjoying the cute little window decals for every holiday. Makes me feel like I "decorate". And it's cheerful. :)

54/365 - this actually happened.

February 23, 2011

There are really no words... except I took this picture to send to my landlord after Todd's foot went through the floor while using the bathroom. More tiles are loose, and no, you don't need to tell me the underlying problems that caused this. I know what they are, and yes it is horrible, and honestly I am just thankful we do not own this house.
With that being said, I feel so bad that things like this happen and our landlords have to come fix it. They are so, so good about being there when things go wrong with the house (washing machine giving out, ceiling fan motor burning out, the roof leaking into the house, the kitchen sink not having any water pressure because of corroded pipes or something, etc), so we see a lot of our landlords, more so than I've ever seen of any landlord in the past (considering none of our landlords ever came around, Ever, for anything). Funny thing is, they are unlike most landlords, and are extremely nice & understanding and I don't mind having them around at all.

But I can honestly say I love living in this house, despite it's age and quirks (or faults, whichever you prefer). It's tiny, but it's brought us closer. It's taught me how to be a bit more organized, how to consolidate my belongings, and get rid of things I don't need.

It's also taught me how to sit sideways on the toilet so I don't fall into a deep, dark abyss, or portal to the underworld... that just happens to be in a vital part of my bathroom.

The happy ending to this story is they are thinking about hiring an outside contractor to come in and re-do the entire bathroom! I am praying SO hard that they decide to put in a bathtub! A pretty, cheap, fiberglass shower/bathtub combo so I can get home from work and relax in a bubble bath just like I used to.

God, I miss having a bathtub.

53/365 - pseudo-repeat. (sorry)

February 22, 2011

I was laying in bed and realized I'd forgotten to take my picture. So this is what you get. Cell phone picture with horrible flash and slight editing. lol.
At least you can see how my tattoo is healing.