Tuesday, July 31, 2007

Mr. Golightly is trying to tell me something. I think it has to do with a lack of faith in my ability to maintain my role as “the person who keeps our family alive and healthy.” He hasn’t said as much, but he’s suddenly very concerned about our plants.

Ironically enough, so am I. However, I hadn’t shared this with him. So yesterday when I came into the kitchen and found that he had moved several shriveled up philodendron and dracaena from their spots on the poorly named “plant shelf” to a place more directly in my line of vision, I took it as a bit of an intervention. (Ok, truth. I thought for a second that the plant had crawled down onto the counter in a plea for mercy. I wasn’t aware until yesterday that Mr. G even knew we had plants in our house.)

The thing is, I used to have a green thumb. And a green index finger, pinkie, several toes, and possibly a green nose. At our old house I couldn’t help but have plants flourish. In fact, the same philodendron that is now basically in hospice care in my kitchen sink used to have leaves the size of dinner plates, and had begun this sort of freaky and aggressive takeover of our breakfast nook that ultimately required us to re-paint a wall.

I don’t get it either. Our new house has windows everywhere. And of course, the previously mentioned plant shelf of doom. It goes all around our seemingly well lit kitchen. When we moved into our house I spent a small fortune on planters, and an entire afternoon repotting all the plants we received after my grandmother passed away. I lovingly grouped the plants according to their need for light and water. I carefully placed them around the house. I watered them. I fed them. I endured a rather unpleasant mildew gnat infestation, and subsequently watered them less.

No dice. I think I’ve killed off at least 8-10 innocents. And HELLO, don’t think the pregnant lady doesn’t feel guilty about that. Especially since, like I said, many of those plants were gifts to our family after my grandmother died. No pressure or anything. What kind of cruel joke is it to give someone an orchid as a memorial gift? Do you know how much time I’ve spent trying to nurture that damn thing? People should give the grieving hardy things. Like, cactus. Or maybe dandelions. Something with a bit more “circle of life” going on than a $100 flower that has inspired entire libraries full of books about how not to kill them. I can practically hear it’s little plant voice mocking me and my feeble attempts and light/heat/moisture regulation. Well, I could. It’s corpse was moved to the garage last week.

Anyway, I’ve renewed my commitment to the flora in our home. I bought a few new plants. Tried to shield the sick ones from their view. Moved some pots to more sunny locales. Bought some plant food…I’m ready for my Victory Garden.

Mr. Golightly seems encouraged by this. Although I did spot him reading the fine print on our life insurance policies earlier.

I’ll let you know how it goes.

And in totally unrelated news, I like how this turned out:


Monday, July 23, 2007

I think what is happening to me right now is a bad case of diversionary decorating. What I really want to be doing is painting the nursery and getting it all ready for the impeding arrival. But in a case of tragic irony, women who long to prepare baby rooms can’t. For all the lifting and climbing and fumes and whatnot. (Although, truth be told, I may have painted a little bit when I was pregnant with Sweet Pea. And with the exception of her love for twirling in circles until she is falling down dizzy, we think she’s pretty normal.) Anyway, it’s the lifting that’s really impeding my progress. And since Mr. Golightly has had a busy, busy summer. I’m stuck with a lot of HGTV energy, and no one to boss around.

So today I bought some posters on AllPosters.Com – they’re having a sale by the way.

Asti Cinzano by Leonetto Cappiello
Asti Cinzano

Three Lab Bakery by Ken Bailey
Three Lab Bakery

These will go in the dining area of our place in the mountains:

The wine poster on the wall next to the buffet, and then over the buffet some shelves with wine glass racks. And the lab poster on the wall by the sliding door.

And then I’m working on some creative endeavors for the baby’s room involving this little guy:

And another thing for the cabin using these pictures of my grandmother:

(I didn’t scrap that page. Credit there goes to my Aunt Donna.)

I’m also in the process of framing some pictures that I’ve manipulated. Here's a sample:

Now. Here’s where I need help. I would really like a pineapple to hang on the wall in my cabin kitchen. I found a perfect door knocker today that if I were rich I would have bought on the spot. But it was like $130. I’m thinking more in the $20 range. So if anyone is bored and wants to help me in the nesting process. Get thee to Google and find me a pineapple.


Thursday, July 19, 2007

King of Queens - Doug Pole Dances

Random Stuff:

I like this blog I found today called Jezebel. I'm probably the last person on earth to discover this blog, but me likey. So let me live the dream.

I've been slummin' it over on YouTube lately (for a work project), and I have to be honest with you. I'm all, "meh" about it. I have yet to stumble upon anything truly highlarious. Except for like SNL clips and clips from sit coms. Professional highlarity. I'm just going to go out on a limb and say that the population at large can put away their cam corders. (Yeah, I'm like the only person in the universe who is not enthralled with Charlie the Unicorn. I know. It's not You, YouTube. It's me.) But if you would like to enlighten me and send some funny YouTube my way, gofer it.

I have a hot date tonight with my babydaddy. We're going to the early showing of Harry Potter. Because we are That Cool.

I got a blackberry pearl. Neener Neener.

Ok, so I am going to attempt to post a YouTube video here. Random, I know, since I just said that YouTube was, in essence, kind of lame. But I do love this video everso. Fingers crossed...

Sunday, July 15, 2007

Monday, July 09, 2007

It's been really hot here. Not that I would know much about that, because my response to the rising temps has been to run for the hills. Literally. Or the coast. Either works nicely if your pregnant lady goal is to avoid Fred Flintstone feet. Not so much if you're trying to become a prolific blogger.

Anyhoo...we've been playing in the shade and in the water as much as possible. Last week we went to our erm...other house? Cabin? Lake house? Townhouse? It is a domicile without a classification I guess. I think of it as Chalet Golightly. We rotated guests throughout the week, which was big fun. And bonus, the last crew to roll through are the 'rents of our God Daughter Weezoo, and her new baby brother O Dawg. (I know, but we've already covered that I'm kind of paranoid so DEAL with the pseudonyms.) Anyhoo, after spending a couple of days with them and their exemplary parenting/juggling of babies skills, I am now feeling slightly less overwhelmed by the prospect of having this baby be on the outside. It's all good.

My camera died on day one of both trips, natch. So I have a few snaps I stole from others' cameras to share and more coming.

Enjoy. And I hope everyone else has had as much fun over the last two weeks as we have.