Raspberry heart attack.
Picture this a bowl of raspberry icecream in it yes chips of chocolate and swirls of fudge. Inside the chips of chocolate is raspberry stuff, jelly, juuice, cream I dont know nor do I care cuz when I die of my massive heartattack and they cut me open a gas cloud smelling of raspberries is going to eminate from my open chest. There will be chips of chocolate inside my arteries and the raspberry jelly shit will line be inside my aorta.
Andy comes home tonight. His flight lands around 11. I anticipate a long night when he gets in cuz ANDY NEEDS LOVING . Two whole days and ugghh man need wife. (caveman sounding ugghh)
I am far too willing to oblige. He leaves tomorrow for NY state and will be back Sat night. Sunday he is away again to a class he is teaching. I am the most single married woman on the block.
The house is really starting to look like a house. I brought the guys a pizza today. They were very happy. The cieling to the first floor is almost up so that means the floor to the second floor is there also. No steps yet though. I measured out the kitchen which is the area I have beautiful dreams about, yet I have nightmares about the same space. I hope that it turns out the way I invision. I will hopefully post some pics and get some feedback. My sister in law Molly is coming down on Sat to walk through with me to give me some ideas or moreso test mine out on someone else. she is artsy and designer from NYC so I am getting high cost advice for free.
Breakfast bar ( term I hate to use but is most discriptive) faces an area best described as a nook. with huge victorian windows. three 6 foot walls with 4 foot window shaped in semicircle overlooking the backyard. I have either visions of built in bench seat window seat with large low ottomon like table in front of it. Or wicker kind of set in the window area overstuffed with perfect table for newspaper and coffee cup filled with steaming joy. Builder seems to think you dont put a "bar" and a "nook" in the same kitchen. But the bar is kitchen and the nook is space. Does anyone hear me?
Last but certainly not least the bastard of Greys anatomy. Why do they have read my fucking blog and pull from it everyweek. The prego woman complaining of "indigestion" collapsing from an obvious cardiac event. George and Izzie obviously chomping at the bit to get some loving done and for ratings sake holding back. Tell them everyone getterdun, It will be mindblowing but you will get it out of your system and go back to normal.
I must admit, I am coveting George lately. Yes I know he is gay. So what I can change him really I can. One night with the ole suzalita and he will say so long to the boys in town and be back with the chicks. (BTW I am being sarcastic. LOL)
Andy comes home tonight. His flight lands around 11. I anticipate a long night when he gets in cuz ANDY NEEDS LOVING . Two whole days and ugghh man need wife. (caveman sounding ugghh)
I am far too willing to oblige. He leaves tomorrow for NY state and will be back Sat night. Sunday he is away again to a class he is teaching. I am the most single married woman on the block.
The house is really starting to look like a house. I brought the guys a pizza today. They were very happy. The cieling to the first floor is almost up so that means the floor to the second floor is there also. No steps yet though. I measured out the kitchen which is the area I have beautiful dreams about, yet I have nightmares about the same space. I hope that it turns out the way I invision. I will hopefully post some pics and get some feedback. My sister in law Molly is coming down on Sat to walk through with me to give me some ideas or moreso test mine out on someone else. she is artsy and designer from NYC so I am getting high cost advice for free.
Breakfast bar ( term I hate to use but is most discriptive) faces an area best described as a nook. with huge victorian windows. three 6 foot walls with 4 foot window shaped in semicircle overlooking the backyard. I have either visions of built in bench seat window seat with large low ottomon like table in front of it. Or wicker kind of set in the window area overstuffed with perfect table for newspaper and coffee cup filled with steaming joy. Builder seems to think you dont put a "bar" and a "nook" in the same kitchen. But the bar is kitchen and the nook is space. Does anyone hear me?
Last but certainly not least the bastard of Greys anatomy. Why do they have read my fucking blog and pull from it everyweek. The prego woman complaining of "indigestion" collapsing from an obvious cardiac event. George and Izzie obviously chomping at the bit to get some loving done and for ratings sake holding back. Tell them everyone getterdun, It will be mindblowing but you will get it out of your system and go back to normal.
I must admit, I am coveting George lately. Yes I know he is gay. So what I can change him really I can. One night with the ole suzalita and he will say so long to the boys in town and be back with the chicks. (BTW I am being sarcastic. LOL)
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