Saturday, 16 April 2011
Wednesday, 13 April 2011
Other new-ish things
I painted an Ikea stool (the Bekvam, which I think just got a redesign because the proportions on this newest one are strangely off) to use as a bedside table in the little bedroom. I used Farrow & Ball's "Charlotte's Locks" and the color basically looks nothing like it does in this picture. In person, it is a really orange-y red.
I bought this super cool antique rug on eBay not too long ago. I love how worn it is and that smidgen of light blue. I've noticed all these photos of antique rugs in kitchens floating around lately and I like the idea. Plus, it was CHEAP. Crazy cheap. Crazy cheap with free shipping. The dogs enjoy hanging out there (completely in the way) when I'm cookin'.
I had these drawings of Plato and Sascha done by a Seattle artist for Jeff's birthday a couple years ago and finally got around to putting them in some Ikea frames. I'm not sure where they're going to end up, but for now it is nice to have them out instead of tucked away in a box. The one of Plato is dead on, don't you think?
Another very welcome change has been the view out the window! Very green. My favorite part about this part of the yard is the cute little path that leads to.... a tall stump with a plastic tray drilled into the top? Slightly anti-climactic if you ask me.
We almost never go in this part of the yard because there is only a short fence separating our side from the neighbor's side and we are afraid to see them. During the holidays they put a couple cards in our mailbox saying "Happy Holidays to our new neighbor(s)". First of all, WHY NEIGHBOR(S)? Why not just neighbors?? I am soooo not a "(S)"!! The upshot of these surreptitious card deliveries was that the neighbor(S) unwittingly got off on the wrong foot with us. We never went over to introduce ourselves and so much time has passed that it would now be awkward. Then, we found out that Joan and Sweeper man don't really like them because they (Joan and Sweeper) were good friends with the woman who lived here before the people we bought the house from (who Joan and Sweepy did NOT like) and she didn't get on with the neighbor(S). Funnily enough, she also complained that they blasted classical music. Of course, not the worst music to blast, but classical choral will keep you up at night.
I bought this super cool antique rug on eBay not too long ago. I love how worn it is and that smidgen of light blue. I've noticed all these photos of antique rugs in kitchens floating around lately and I like the idea. Plus, it was CHEAP. Crazy cheap. Crazy cheap with free shipping. The dogs enjoy hanging out there (completely in the way) when I'm cookin'.
I had these drawings of Plato and Sascha done by a Seattle artist for Jeff's birthday a couple years ago and finally got around to putting them in some Ikea frames. I'm not sure where they're going to end up, but for now it is nice to have them out instead of tucked away in a box. The one of Plato is dead on, don't you think?
Another very welcome change has been the view out the window! Very green. My favorite part about this part of the yard is the cute little path that leads to.... a tall stump with a plastic tray drilled into the top? Slightly anti-climactic if you ask me.
We almost never go in this part of the yard because there is only a short fence separating our side from the neighbor's side and we are afraid to see them. During the holidays they put a couple cards in our mailbox saying "Happy Holidays to our new neighbor(s)". First of all, WHY NEIGHBOR(S)? Why not just neighbors?? I am soooo not a "(S)"!! The upshot of these surreptitious card deliveries was that the neighbor(S) unwittingly got off on the wrong foot with us. We never went over to introduce ourselves and so much time has passed that it would now be awkward. Then, we found out that Joan and Sweeper man don't really like them because they (Joan and Sweeper) were good friends with the woman who lived here before the people we bought the house from (who Joan and Sweepy did NOT like) and she didn't get on with the neighbor(S). Funnily enough, she also complained that they blasted classical music. Of course, not the worst music to blast, but classical choral will keep you up at night.
Tuesday, 12 April 2011
New Chair!
I've been on the hunt for a living room chair for a while. Our couch is tiny and not very good for sharing. It is also from Ikea and, sadly, not very comfortable. I had some requirements for the new chair. Mainly, NOT FROM IKEA. Also, comfy. Maybe vintage? Definitely leather. With an ottoman (because a chair is just a chair... but a chair with an ottoman is BLISS). After a lot of eBay searching, I finally found one that fit the bill. It is the "Siesta" chair designed by Ingmar Relling in the 1960s and made by Westnofa of Norway. These chairs are still in production, however, I think mine is quite old. The chair was designed to be environmentally friendly (way to be ahead of the curve Ingmar!) - it is very light, can be dismantled for shipment, and each piece can be repaired/replaced individually.
Right. Let me just assemble this chair I have never seen in person without any instructions - after I extricate the parts from about 20 miles of bubble wrap and tape. That was a Good Time. By the time I finished, I felt like I had designed the chair myself.
Well, would you look at that. I thought for sure there were some parts missing since there didn't seem to be nearly enough wooden pieces to make a chair. However, the genius of this chair is that the back, seat, and foot rest are supported by sturdy canvas that is attached to either side of the frame.
This type of support makes for a chair that is supremely comfortable, even with a pretty minimal amount of cushioning. Cool, right? Those Norwegians.
To be honest, this chair might not be your style and if not, you probably think it is ugly-town-to-the-max. I'm cool with that. Although, I am part Norwegian so you would do better to keep your criticisms to yourself. I have to point out that when you're actually sitting in the chair you can't see it and only feel the insane comfortable-ness of it. Right now, the chair is kinda encroaching on the personal space of the couch, but if I put it in the corner by the fireplace (like between the fireplace and the window, facing the couch, where it looks a lot better) I can't see the TV and if there was ever an ideal TV-watching chair, this is IT.
This chair was also a major contributor to The Best Boring Weekend. Me, on the chair, catching some late afternoon rays on my legs, iPad with "The Best American Humorous Short Stories", cup of Earl Gray cooling on the windowsill, birdsong and a light breeze coming in through the open window, sleepy dogs, Jeff happily gaming....
Right. Let me just assemble this chair I have never seen in person without any instructions - after I extricate the parts from about 20 miles of bubble wrap and tape. That was a Good Time. By the time I finished, I felt like I had designed the chair myself.
Well, would you look at that. I thought for sure there were some parts missing since there didn't seem to be nearly enough wooden pieces to make a chair. However, the genius of this chair is that the back, seat, and foot rest are supported by sturdy canvas that is attached to either side of the frame.
This type of support makes for a chair that is supremely comfortable, even with a pretty minimal amount of cushioning. Cool, right? Those Norwegians.
To be honest, this chair might not be your style and if not, you probably think it is ugly-town-to-the-max. I'm cool with that. Although, I am part Norwegian so you would do better to keep your criticisms to yourself. I have to point out that when you're actually sitting in the chair you can't see it and only feel the insane comfortable-ness of it. Right now, the chair is kinda encroaching on the personal space of the couch, but if I put it in the corner by the fireplace (like between the fireplace and the window, facing the couch, where it looks a lot better) I can't see the TV and if there was ever an ideal TV-watching chair, this is IT.
This chair was also a major contributor to The Best Boring Weekend. Me, on the chair, catching some late afternoon rays on my legs, iPad with "The Best American Humorous Short Stories", cup of Earl Gray cooling on the windowsill, birdsong and a light breeze coming in through the open window, sleepy dogs, Jeff happily gaming....
Monday, 11 April 2011
The best boring weekend
You ever have those weekends? No major outings. No big errands to run. No pressing chores to be done. Enough food to last the entire weekend (well... almost. We made it until Sunday night). Definitely enough milk to last the entire weekend. No interesting sporting events on (yesssss).
Seriously, it was the best weekend. I think half the battle is getting up at a reasonable time (and going to bed at a reasonable time) so you can get two excellent nights of sleep and two days that are long enough to actually feel like The Weekend instead of Two Weekend Afternoons. Since we have blackout shades that would trick us into sleeping until lunchtime, I set my alarm. And then I open the blinds all the way so Jeff wakes up. Heh, so mean. We even went to the gym both mornings to justify eating lots of delicious food. You know, like, these migas two days a row. And this apple-blueberry crisp for breakfast.
Migas = so good. I can't wait to go to Texas for my sister's graduation so I can eat them without having to prepare them myself. Although, they are really easy so you should make them soon.
It was in the high 60s and perfectly perfectly sunny all weekend. I'm sure you'll forgive me for not taking any pictures because I was busy enjoying it. Despite the sun, Jeff managed to get a couple hours of studying in each day (next test is June 23rd for those who are interested).
What's with the headphones Jeff?? Do I annoy you while you study or something? I'm not sure he's even listening to music, to be honest. I always forget he has them on and end up standing at the sink, blathering to NO ONE. Sometimes, he'll notice my mouth is moving and very kindly remove one earphone at which point I feel a bit silly interrupting his studying to tell him about the funny pigeon outside who is trying to... drink water... out of the... wait, sorry, ignore me.
We're still avoiding the park with the dogs because Plato can't participate in the rough-housing that generally occurs there. That gave us a good excuse to take a couple of long walks around the 'hood. I can't even tell you how much better everything looks when the houses aren't surrounded by dead, withered plants. I've only been here during the winter so to see everything turn green is quite nice.
I finally got past the "planning" stage of gardening and ordered some (many) plants online yesterday. Online plant shopping is the best! Garden centres are intimidating. I don't know enough about gardening to find an alternative to a certain plant on my list if the store doesn't have it. I can see myself wandering around for hours looking for things on my list. Plus, there are all those attractive and distracting displays trying to trick you into buying something that ISN'T ON THE LIST. It's like grocery shopping, only 1000x worse. The last thing I want is for a plant to wither in the back of the fridge (aka die a slow and terrible death before my eyes) because it wasn't on the list, so I didn't know a thing about it, so I planted it in the shade instead of the dang sun. Gardening can be heartbreaking, people. The best defense is a good offense, right? Hence, The Plan. If you never see another picture of the garden, you'll know why.
Speaking of fridges, LOOK AT OURS.
....moving on.
We finished the weekend in the best possible way - a mini marathon of the last 3 episodes of Twin Peaks, Season 1. No description can really do it justice - basically, it's a super cool show. I'm a little in awe of the density of attractive people supposedly living in small town Washington, but I won't complain.
Speaking of good shows, we are knee-deep in a bunch of them right now (some new, some old favorites) - Boardwalk Empire, Battlestar Galactica, Arrested Development, and Modern Family, with a little Mad Men, Friends, and Gossip Girl thrown in. HBO's "Game of Thrones" starts next week (the 17th in the US, I believe, and the 18th here) and Jeff and I are psyched, to say the least. Hopefully, now that the show is about to air, the author will be less distracted and, I don't know, RELEASE THE NEXT BOOK IN THE SERIES?!?!?! The last book was released 6 flipping years ago and George has been teasing us ever since.
Seriously, it was the best weekend. I think half the battle is getting up at a reasonable time (and going to bed at a reasonable time) so you can get two excellent nights of sleep and two days that are long enough to actually feel like The Weekend instead of Two Weekend Afternoons. Since we have blackout shades that would trick us into sleeping until lunchtime, I set my alarm. And then I open the blinds all the way so Jeff wakes up. Heh, so mean. We even went to the gym both mornings to justify eating lots of delicious food. You know, like, these migas two days a row. And this apple-blueberry crisp for breakfast.
Migas = so good. I can't wait to go to Texas for my sister's graduation so I can eat them without having to prepare them myself. Although, they are really easy so you should make them soon.
It was in the high 60s and perfectly perfectly sunny all weekend. I'm sure you'll forgive me for not taking any pictures because I was busy enjoying it. Despite the sun, Jeff managed to get a couple hours of studying in each day (next test is June 23rd for those who are interested).
What's with the headphones Jeff?? Do I annoy you while you study or something? I'm not sure he's even listening to music, to be honest. I always forget he has them on and end up standing at the sink, blathering to NO ONE. Sometimes, he'll notice my mouth is moving and very kindly remove one earphone at which point I feel a bit silly interrupting his studying to tell him about the funny pigeon outside who is trying to... drink water... out of the... wait, sorry, ignore me.
We're still avoiding the park with the dogs because Plato can't participate in the rough-housing that generally occurs there. That gave us a good excuse to take a couple of long walks around the 'hood. I can't even tell you how much better everything looks when the houses aren't surrounded by dead, withered plants. I've only been here during the winter so to see everything turn green is quite nice.
I finally got past the "planning" stage of gardening and ordered some (many) plants online yesterday. Online plant shopping is the best! Garden centres are intimidating. I don't know enough about gardening to find an alternative to a certain plant on my list if the store doesn't have it. I can see myself wandering around for hours looking for things on my list. Plus, there are all those attractive and distracting displays trying to trick you into buying something that ISN'T ON THE LIST. It's like grocery shopping, only 1000x worse. The last thing I want is for a plant to wither in the back of the fridge (aka die a slow and terrible death before my eyes) because it wasn't on the list, so I didn't know a thing about it, so I planted it in the shade instead of the dang sun. Gardening can be heartbreaking, people. The best defense is a good offense, right? Hence, The Plan. If you never see another picture of the garden, you'll know why.
Speaking of fridges, LOOK AT OURS.
....moving on.
We finished the weekend in the best possible way - a mini marathon of the last 3 episodes of Twin Peaks, Season 1. No description can really do it justice - basically, it's a super cool show. I'm a little in awe of the density of attractive people supposedly living in small town Washington, but I won't complain.
Speaking of good shows, we are knee-deep in a bunch of them right now (some new, some old favorites) - Boardwalk Empire, Battlestar Galactica, Arrested Development, and Modern Family, with a little Mad Men, Friends, and Gossip Girl thrown in. HBO's "Game of Thrones" starts next week (the 17th in the US, I believe, and the 18th here) and Jeff and I are psyched, to say the least. Hopefully, now that the show is about to air, the author will be less distracted and, I don't know, RELEASE THE NEXT BOOK IN THE SERIES?!?!?! The last book was released 6 flipping years ago and George has been teasing us ever since.
Friday, 8 April 2011
Franken-Plato
Plato came home from the vet yesterday happy and healthy, if not a little groggy. Groggy Plato is soooooo cute. Unfortunately, it wore off by the time Jeff came home. If there is anyone who likes a little groggy Plato more than me - it's Jeff. If I was forced to come up with an interior monologue for groggy Plato it would probably sound very similar to that Youtube video of the kid after the dentist. I could tell by the way Plato was looking (with eyes half open) around the house that very little of it was familiar. Also, he was falling asleep sitting up, before snorting and waking up suddenly.
He has a shaved patch of skin the size of my hand on the back of his neck with about 3 inches of extremely primitive looking stitches. Don't worry - no pictures. I think it is a little uncomfortable for him because it is in a place that moves a lot. We are trying to keep him as quiet as possible for the next couple days. That is proving rather difficult, not because of Plato, but because of Sascha... she wants to play, damnit. We spent most of the day in the yard and I felt like a big meanie because I was scolding her every time she tried to get a wrestling match going with him. Ear-gnawing is wayyyy to close to the stitches, I'm afraid.
Sascha and I had good time while Plato was at the vet - mainly consisting of her riding shotgun (she takes it very seriously) while I ran errands.
Plato was very upset when he first got back from the vet because he couldn't lay down comfortably with the stitches. A pillow seemed to help - seriously, it did! I'm talking to you Jeff. I also like it when dogs use pillows like humans.
While we enjoyed the sunshine today, I gave the dogs a very vigorous brushing because they have been shedding like crazy lately. Jeff also pets them way too hard/often leaving bunches of hair everywhere. He tries to camouflage this by carefully collecting the hair and putting it back on the dog. Like I'm an idiot who won't notice.
I took all the dog hair from the brush and wedged it in the small trellis on the garage. Birds collect it to make their nests! I love seeing tiny little birds hopping around with gigantic beak-fuls of Sascha's undercoat. Once we found a bird's nest near our condo in Seattle that was made up almost entirely of Plato and Sascha hair. We have a very active wild bird population here so I imagine it will be snapped up pretty quickly. I'm not crazy, I swear.
He has a shaved patch of skin the size of my hand on the back of his neck with about 3 inches of extremely primitive looking stitches. Don't worry - no pictures. I think it is a little uncomfortable for him because it is in a place that moves a lot. We are trying to keep him as quiet as possible for the next couple days. That is proving rather difficult, not because of Plato, but because of Sascha... she wants to play, damnit. We spent most of the day in the yard and I felt like a big meanie because I was scolding her every time she tried to get a wrestling match going with him. Ear-gnawing is wayyyy to close to the stitches, I'm afraid.
Sascha and I had good time while Plato was at the vet - mainly consisting of her riding shotgun (she takes it very seriously) while I ran errands.
Plato was very upset when he first got back from the vet because he couldn't lay down comfortably with the stitches. A pillow seemed to help - seriously, it did! I'm talking to you Jeff. I also like it when dogs use pillows like humans.
While we enjoyed the sunshine today, I gave the dogs a very vigorous brushing because they have been shedding like crazy lately. Jeff also pets them way too hard/often leaving bunches of hair everywhere. He tries to camouflage this by carefully collecting the hair and putting it back on the dog. Like I'm an idiot who won't notice.
I took all the dog hair from the brush and wedged it in the small trellis on the garage. Birds collect it to make their nests! I love seeing tiny little birds hopping around with gigantic beak-fuls of Sascha's undercoat. Once we found a bird's nest near our condo in Seattle that was made up almost entirely of Plato and Sascha hair. We have a very active wild bird population here so I imagine it will be snapped up pretty quickly. I'm not crazy, I swear.
Wednesday, 6 April 2011
It was not a lie!
Sun, beautiful sun! Finally, some vitamin D. The dogs and I spent the morning at the park to take it all in. Plato, pacific northwest dog that he is, found the weather to be just too unbearably hot to fetch the ball more than 5 times and spent most of the time seeking out patches of shade. I happened to run into a local dog walker whom I've befriended. We walked around the park and attempted, in vain, to catch a dog wandering around without an owner. Man, that dog did not want to be caught. Luckily, it was a very bossy Jack Russell (with a collar) so I think it will be ok. Anyway, the dog walker was telling me about a new client (Jasper Carrott - apparently he is a pretty famous British comedian) who has hired him to "babysit" his elderly black lab. No actual walking of the dog is involved, he just hangs out with it when the guy and his wife go out to dinner. A dog that is more spoiled than Plato and Sascha?! I didn't think it was possible.
I also took the dogs to the vet this morning because Plato has a gross cyst on his neck. I had it drained (ewwwwwwwww) in December before we moved, but it has come back - bigger and grosser than ever. Seriously, is there anything worse than petting a dog and having your had run over some nasty lump? I can't stand it. I cringe when people at the dog park pet him. I just want to be like "I know, you felt the lump, right? So gross." I could keep having the vet drain it, but it will just keep coming back so Plato is going in tomorrow to have it removed. He will be there all day. What will Sascha and I do with ourselves?? Probably paint nails. Maybe sunbathe. Play truth or dare ("I dare you go in the garden when I'm not looking and dig a gigantic hole... OH WAIT YOU ALREADY DID."). Something like that.
I finally went grocery shopping and I figured out why I hate going so much. The shopping itself is fine - though I still get a little nervous at the checkout because I cannot for the life of me remember which coins are which and I have to look at them very carefully like a weirdo - but the worse part is putting the stuff away once I get home. Our fridge is so teensy tiny (it takes up about the space of a dishwasher) that I have to be very strategic about how I put things in it. Every time I go shopping I have to basically take everything out, confirm there is nothing in there that needs to be thrown out, and put everything back verrrryyy carefully. I guess that doesn't sound so terrible, but fridges have always been my weak spot. In the past, the rest of the house would be borderline sterile and the fridge would remain diz-guz-ting (although you better believe that stainless steel didn't have a single fingerprint on it). In our palatial fridge back in Seattle, that could go on for a loonngggg time before it became "an issue". As in, I would try to shoo Jeff away from the fridge while unpacking the groceries together so he wouldn't see my dirty little secret. Of course, there was the inevitable, terrible discovery. "Oh my GOD, Lauren, what IS this??!?!?!?" "Ohhhhh mmm, I dunno, just nothing, just throw it away" "Man, what ELSE is in here...???" "Oh nothing I'm sure, why don't you just shut the fridge, let's do this later. Hey, I heard the Romans are practically begging to be conquered..... JUST SHUT THE FRIDGE NOW. " It totally reminds me of how my sister and I used to hoard our vitamins instead of taking them. No, Mom, you really don't want to look under that dresser (home of a gigantic pile of vitamins). Heh heh, remember that Margann? Classic.
The dogs and I are relaxing in the bedroom right now. I'm having a cuppa tea and a ridiculously delicious satsuma and they are basking in the sun. I'm trying to conserve my energy for spin class tonight - I figure if it is in writing I can't back out!
I also took the dogs to the vet this morning because Plato has a gross cyst on his neck. I had it drained (ewwwwwwwww) in December before we moved, but it has come back - bigger and grosser than ever. Seriously, is there anything worse than petting a dog and having your had run over some nasty lump? I can't stand it. I cringe when people at the dog park pet him. I just want to be like "I know, you felt the lump, right? So gross." I could keep having the vet drain it, but it will just keep coming back so Plato is going in tomorrow to have it removed. He will be there all day. What will Sascha and I do with ourselves?? Probably paint nails. Maybe sunbathe. Play truth or dare ("I dare you go in the garden when I'm not looking and dig a gigantic hole... OH WAIT YOU ALREADY DID."). Something like that.
I finally went grocery shopping and I figured out why I hate going so much. The shopping itself is fine - though I still get a little nervous at the checkout because I cannot for the life of me remember which coins are which and I have to look at them very carefully like a weirdo - but the worse part is putting the stuff away once I get home. Our fridge is so teensy tiny (it takes up about the space of a dishwasher) that I have to be very strategic about how I put things in it. Every time I go shopping I have to basically take everything out, confirm there is nothing in there that needs to be thrown out, and put everything back verrrryyy carefully. I guess that doesn't sound so terrible, but fridges have always been my weak spot. In the past, the rest of the house would be borderline sterile and the fridge would remain diz-guz-ting (although you better believe that stainless steel didn't have a single fingerprint on it). In our palatial fridge back in Seattle, that could go on for a loonngggg time before it became "an issue". As in, I would try to shoo Jeff away from the fridge while unpacking the groceries together so he wouldn't see my dirty little secret. Of course, there was the inevitable, terrible discovery. "Oh my GOD, Lauren, what IS this??!?!?!?" "Ohhhhh mmm, I dunno, just nothing, just throw it away" "Man, what ELSE is in here...???" "Oh nothing I'm sure, why don't you just shut the fridge, let's do this later. Hey, I heard the Romans are practically begging to be conquered..... JUST SHUT THE FRIDGE NOW. " It totally reminds me of how my sister and I used to hoard our vitamins instead of taking them. No, Mom, you really don't want to look under that dresser (home of a gigantic pile of vitamins). Heh heh, remember that Margann? Classic.
The dogs and I are relaxing in the bedroom right now. I'm having a cuppa tea and a ridiculously delicious satsuma and they are basking in the sun. I'm trying to conserve my energy for spin class tonight - I figure if it is in writing I can't back out!
Tuesday, 5 April 2011
Sunday, 3 April 2011
Umberslade Farm Park
Today, Jeff and I decided to forgo another National Trust outing in favor of something, you know, a little more tactile. As in petting farm animals! Nevermind the fact that we were the only adults there without children aka the only Smart car in the lot. We sort of took the website literally when it said the park welcomes "youngsters of all ages". They totally skipped over us during the lamb feeding activity.
Our first would-be victim was not interested in a little under beak scratching. Hmph!
Bunnies and guinea pigs cohabiting adorably. The black bunny was grooming the little brown pig.
Jeff was particularly excited to milk the fake cow.
Regal goat.
Snuggly goat.
The little black lamb doesn't know what to think of Jeff.
Baby goats!! They thought we had milk so they were very interested in making friends and nibbling our fingers.
Plato and Sascha, is that you??
Jeff checking out the chickens in the "Chicken Hovel".
I have to say the pigs were definitely the highlight of the farm. They were only animals that seemed genuinely appreciative of the behind the ears scratching we were happy to provide. I had never realized the pigs were so vocal - there was a lot of satisfied grunting and angry squealing when another pig tried to muscle his way in for petting.
I am an equal opportunity petter.
Hellooo baby pigs, where have you been all my life.
Whoooaa MAMA.
The pigs were lining up and climbing over each other for more scratching. It was awesome.
Oh man, I gotta get me one of those.
Our first would-be victim was not interested in a little under beak scratching. Hmph!
Bunnies and guinea pigs cohabiting adorably. The black bunny was grooming the little brown pig.
Jeff was particularly excited to milk the fake cow.
Regal goat.
Snuggly goat.
The little black lamb doesn't know what to think of Jeff.
Baby goats!! They thought we had milk so they were very interested in making friends and nibbling our fingers.
Plato and Sascha, is that you??
Jeff checking out the chickens in the "Chicken Hovel".
I have to say the pigs were definitely the highlight of the farm. They were only animals that seemed genuinely appreciative of the behind the ears scratching we were happy to provide. I had never realized the pigs were so vocal - there was a lot of satisfied grunting and angry squealing when another pig tried to muscle his way in for petting.
I am an equal opportunity petter.
Hellooo baby pigs, where have you been all my life.
Whoooaa MAMA.
The pigs were lining up and climbing over each other for more scratching. It was awesome.
Oh man, I gotta get me one of those.
Saturday, 2 April 2011
The great bathroom reveal
It was finished (except for the mirror) yesterday but I didn't want to post pictures until I had actually taken a shower. Everything appears to be order though - phew! You better take your time with these photos because they may be the last ones you see of this bathroom. EVER. Except when I get the mirror put in. Or if one of the dogs happens to be acting really cute in there. But still. SAVOR THEM.
Yeah. It's blindingly-white and I love it. Being able to take a shower instead of a damn bath is nice, too.
Sniff sniff. I miss Rob.
By the way, I found out him and his family are Jehovah's Witnesses.... Luke (Rob's younger brother, pal of Sascha) and his friend came by the house Thursday all dressed up. I asked why and the friend told me they were Jehovah's Witnesses and had been going door to door in the neighborhood, but all I heard through his thick accent was "We're blah blah blah Witnesses blah blah blah blah neighborhood". I stood there for a few seconds with a completely ridiculous blank stare while frantically trying to think what in the world he was talking about. I gave a "Ohh. OHH." and then a more suspicious "Ohhhh..." (possibly tinged with a little "Noooo...") when I finally figured it out. Turns out they were there just to visit, not convert me. I think Luke also wanted to steal Sascha away, but who doesn't?
Oh, what's that Plato? What about you? Yes, yes. He wanted to steal you away, too, I'm sure.
Yeah. It's blindingly-white and I love it. Being able to take a shower instead of a damn bath is nice, too.
Sniff sniff. I miss Rob.
By the way, I found out him and his family are Jehovah's Witnesses.... Luke (Rob's younger brother, pal of Sascha) and his friend came by the house Thursday all dressed up. I asked why and the friend told me they were Jehovah's Witnesses and had been going door to door in the neighborhood, but all I heard through his thick accent was "We're blah blah blah Witnesses blah blah blah blah neighborhood". I stood there for a few seconds with a completely ridiculous blank stare while frantically trying to think what in the world he was talking about. I gave a "Ohh. OHH." and then a more suspicious "Ohhhh..." (possibly tinged with a little "Noooo...") when I finally figured it out. Turns out they were there just to visit, not convert me. I think Luke also wanted to steal Sascha away, but who doesn't?
Oh, what's that Plato? What about you? Yes, yes. He wanted to steal you away, too, I'm sure.
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