Pay up bitches!
4 steps on Monday night. But, I thought I give everyone a break and not call it. But them each day it has been more and more, until today, 20 steps at our garage sale.
I prefer cash money, but will take a personal check from some of you...
Saturday, November 19, 2011
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
511 5th street
If you sweep a house, and tend its fires and fill its stove, and there is love in you all the years you are doing this, then you and that house are married, that house is yours.”
― Truman Capote
If I had spent a few decades of my life on a windswept prairie, in a small farmhouse that got so dusty that it had to be dusted twice a day, I would have thought I hit the big time when I moved into town.
Especially if I had survived the depression and a war and 4 teenagers and farm life.
I am not sure, that I would, after living in a small house with my husband for all that time, want to have matching his and hers wood-hobby shops, but some husbands have a better temperament than mine and I could probably be convinced if there was a dog run with a porch swing between them.
I would have wanted a pink bathroom of my own. With creamy formica coutertops with little gold specs in them. I am not sure if my bathroom cabinets would have been as neat, but I would definitely have pink floral towels and a dixie cup holder. Got to have the dixie cup holder. I would probably have one in my husband's bathroom too, and it would be a good idea to have that by the back door, in case he came home from the filling station and was dirty, or what have you.
And don't you know I would have a green house. I'd have to have a place for my fiddle leaf fig. And my geraniums--more people kill geraniums by loving them to death, just leave those plants alone.
Not sure about the red shag carpeting. But what we think of red shag carpeting is what people will some day think of stainless steel appliances. Why anyone would want one of those cold things in their home is beyond me. E-gad.
I would have a guest room, but also fold out sofas and a murphy bed. I was invited to stay somewhere once where they didn't have a bed for me and, well, that just ain't cricket, folks. So I would have lots of places to sit and be comfortable.
And a little table for the grandkids to sit at and make paper dolls. And a little blue bear.
Now, after having spent years in the kitchen cooking and never getting to be part of the fun, I would probably have what they call nowadays "great rooms" I'd just call it good sense. I would keep little depression glass goblets on the windowsill too, because when the sun shines on them, it makes them ever prettier.
Yes, not many people are lucky enough to get to build their dreamhouse. Especially after so long on the farm. Some people start out with a nice house--but where is the fun in that? I probably would think about it a lot while I was on the farm. Especially that summer my son and I accidentally shared a toothbrush in that 'ol durn bathroom.
And even when I was in it, I would always be tinkering with it, because a house is never done, not really.
Of course, 20 years is a long time to live in it all alone. A mighty long time. But I think I would fight like hell to keep it. Because it was our dream house.
And because I am stubborn and somewhat impractical. And I can't respect anyone that can't hold a grudge.
― Truman Capote
If I had spent a few decades of my life on a windswept prairie, in a small farmhouse that got so dusty that it had to be dusted twice a day, I would have thought I hit the big time when I moved into town.
Especially if I had survived the depression and a war and 4 teenagers and farm life.
I am not sure, that I would, after living in a small house with my husband for all that time, want to have matching his and hers wood-hobby shops, but some husbands have a better temperament than mine and I could probably be convinced if there was a dog run with a porch swing between them.
I would have wanted a pink bathroom of my own. With creamy formica coutertops with little gold specs in them. I am not sure if my bathroom cabinets would have been as neat, but I would definitely have pink floral towels and a dixie cup holder. Got to have the dixie cup holder. I would probably have one in my husband's bathroom too, and it would be a good idea to have that by the back door, in case he came home from the filling station and was dirty, or what have you.
And don't you know I would have a green house. I'd have to have a place for my fiddle leaf fig. And my geraniums--more people kill geraniums by loving them to death, just leave those plants alone.
Not sure about the red shag carpeting. But what we think of red shag carpeting is what people will some day think of stainless steel appliances. Why anyone would want one of those cold things in their home is beyond me. E-gad.
I would have a guest room, but also fold out sofas and a murphy bed. I was invited to stay somewhere once where they didn't have a bed for me and, well, that just ain't cricket, folks. So I would have lots of places to sit and be comfortable.
And a little table for the grandkids to sit at and make paper dolls. And a little blue bear.
Now, after having spent years in the kitchen cooking and never getting to be part of the fun, I would probably have what they call nowadays "great rooms" I'd just call it good sense. I would keep little depression glass goblets on the windowsill too, because when the sun shines on them, it makes them ever prettier.
Yes, not many people are lucky enough to get to build their dreamhouse. Especially after so long on the farm. Some people start out with a nice house--but where is the fun in that? I probably would think about it a lot while I was on the farm. Especially that summer my son and I accidentally shared a toothbrush in that 'ol durn bathroom.
And even when I was in it, I would always be tinkering with it, because a house is never done, not really.
Of course, 20 years is a long time to live in it all alone. A mighty long time. But I think I would fight like hell to keep it. Because it was our dream house.
And because I am stubborn and somewhat impractical. And I can't respect anyone that can't hold a grudge.
Sunday, November 13, 2011
tallulah is one year old
Tallulah is a delicate child. That is what people say, although I can't tell how they can see it. My Aunts noticed it first, "que delicada, que hermosa." But strangers comment on how petite she is, how sweet she seems. I can't really argue with it. She is sweet, she is content, and if she isn't content, all she needs is a pair of arms to make things right. When Annabelle was her age, if she fell or knocked her head, or any of those small baby calamities that occur in the first year of life, she would just keep on going. Not Tallulah, she cries and scrunches up her little nose and pouches out her little lips. She is scared of big animals, of all animals, really, except the idiot dog, and if you are at the zoo and hold her up to a giraffe, she will clutch onto you in terror, which is so unlike the other child that would reach for them. The comment strangers would make about Annabelle was how feisty she seemed, but with Tallulah, it is her sweetness that is noticed. She is a delicate, sweet child, but how a stranger can tell is beyond me.
But for all her fragility, she is equally tenacious. If she wants something, she will get it. If you try to change her mind, she will literally bulldoze her way to the coveted object, and if you divert her attention for a few minutes until you think she has forgotten, well, she doesn't forget. She goes right back to the remote, cell phone, poisonous object, etc.
Tallulah is freakishly smart. At four months she was craning her neck when she was on the changing table, and calling "annbel, annbel" but it is one of those things that you just assume can't mean what it sounds like, because she was just 4 months old and I was sleep deprived. But I heard it often, when Annabelle was in the other room and Annabelle would say "I'm coming Tallulah," so I know she heard it too. She would also say mama, ama (when around my mom) and "dog bark." Once at the doctor's office, she pushed his hand away while he was examining her and said "no." The doctor looked at me incredulously and said, "did she just say no?" And then he tried to examine her again and she told him no again. She can also say "no dog," and pushes the dog's sniffing nose away-- but this should be no surprise, given how often she hears that phrase. She is a little parrot and can repeat things she hears a lot, like "thank you" and "lemonade" She can figure out toys that took Annabelle weeks to master in 5 minutes. And runs her fingers up and down her ribs when she wants my dad to tickle her, to the amazement and delight of her grandpa.
Tallulah's sister has a keen understanding of her needs and is very protective of her. "Don't do that to my sister's nose! She doesn't like that, you are making her cry and I am mad at you." We heard that tonight when we were bulb siringing the little snotty thing. The other night Tallulah, was banging her head on the high chair and we were perplexed as to why. "She wants a drink," Annabelle said. "you think so?" I said and fixed her one. As soon as she had it, she stopped banging her head and began happily slurping on her sippy cup.
Tallulah loves her papa. When he walks through the door she comes alive with smiles and thrusts her body over to him for him to hold her. She is a daddy's girl and while I think it took him a little bit to really appreciate her, he puts her to bed every night, without fail.
Tallulah is one year old today. Happy birthday, mija.
But for all her fragility, she is equally tenacious. If she wants something, she will get it. If you try to change her mind, she will literally bulldoze her way to the coveted object, and if you divert her attention for a few minutes until you think she has forgotten, well, she doesn't forget. She goes right back to the remote, cell phone, poisonous object, etc.
Tallulah is freakishly smart. At four months she was craning her neck when she was on the changing table, and calling "annbel, annbel" but it is one of those things that you just assume can't mean what it sounds like, because she was just 4 months old and I was sleep deprived. But I heard it often, when Annabelle was in the other room and Annabelle would say "I'm coming Tallulah," so I know she heard it too. She would also say mama, ama (when around my mom) and "dog bark." Once at the doctor's office, she pushed his hand away while he was examining her and said "no." The doctor looked at me incredulously and said, "did she just say no?" And then he tried to examine her again and she told him no again. She can also say "no dog," and pushes the dog's sniffing nose away-- but this should be no surprise, given how often she hears that phrase. She is a little parrot and can repeat things she hears a lot, like "thank you" and "lemonade" She can figure out toys that took Annabelle weeks to master in 5 minutes. And runs her fingers up and down her ribs when she wants my dad to tickle her, to the amazement and delight of her grandpa.
Tallulah's sister has a keen understanding of her needs and is very protective of her. "Don't do that to my sister's nose! She doesn't like that, you are making her cry and I am mad at you." We heard that tonight when we were bulb siringing the little snotty thing. The other night Tallulah, was banging her head on the high chair and we were perplexed as to why. "She wants a drink," Annabelle said. "you think so?" I said and fixed her one. As soon as she had it, she stopped banging her head and began happily slurping on her sippy cup.
Tallulah loves her papa. When he walks through the door she comes alive with smiles and thrusts her body over to him for him to hold her. She is a daddy's girl and while I think it took him a little bit to really appreciate her, he puts her to bed every night, without fail.
Tallulah is one year old today. Happy birthday, mija.
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