the living room on rotisserie

so the living room recently fell out of favor.  and pottery barn mailed me a half-off coupon.  it’s like desire meeting with opportunity.  which equals sin + new pillows.  yay.

i don’t know about you, but i’m feeling very mature.  everything is shockingly neutral.  crazy.  although it doesn’t really look as drab as in the pictures.  i’m just leading you on with bad lighting.

i love this little mother-of-pearl pillow cover.  it’s just propped up there because my pillow form was the wrong size, but you get the idea.

not to mention my sweet kraken.  i think i shelled out $60 for $200 worth of pillow covers.  it was all clearance and i had $50 from selling some things on craigslist.   which means my husband didn’t cry too much.  i’m such a good wife.

for now.  plans will form.

mmm…

grammy got us some heirloom tomatoes this year.  i think i want them all.

albertsons boise open

the boys got free tickets to a golf tournament through their soccer program.  well actually six tickets.  i sold some and bought a chandelier.  (which makes me exceedingly happy and i am sure you will hear more about later.)  and then we tried to con friends and relatives into using the other tickets.  but it was a no go.  apparently they are not as wooed by the prospect of a free pancake breakfast as the germain in me.  first it’s hindu temples and then it’s the wienermobile.  food takes you places!

and i think i want that license plate….

actually, i want the wienermobile period.  the ultimate minivan.  who designs cars these days anyways?

gideon waiting for his pancakes wondering what happened to his 7:30 breakfast.  fortunately the free milk and limitless scrambled eggs eventually assuaged him.

not to mention the free cheese!

they went around the rest of the day with “i loaf you.” buttons on their shirts and pockets stuffed full of cheddar.

they were good golf watchers too.

except for jael.  she was prone to clap and holler “good job!” – usually when someone missed their putt.  and she did eat a lot of free chap-stick.

but otherwise people mostly just thought they were cute.  they’re always cute when their grammy dresses them.

here they are looking for fish.

and after a midday birthday party the kids went back with daddy to watch the final round.

rumor is tractor papa got to see them on tv too.

so hooray for golf.  i think my favorite thing is the lack of fan mania.  someone makes a good shot and they ooo and ahh and applaud politely.  and they certainly don’t drive around with obscene orange and blue flags on the backs of their trucks or demonstrate unseemly amounts of emotion.  where do we sign up?  we already have the hats.

goodbye wienermobile.

gideon’s first day of first grade

“do they have whips?” he asked.  i told him yes.

wouldn’t want him to get the wrong idea.

he’s actually enrolled just one day a week in a classical conversations group.  the rest of the time we’re boring homeschoolers.  jehu gets to tag along too, since I have to be there, but i’m not technically starting him until next year.  (hooray for late birthdays!)

and just so you know, they dressed themselves.  i’m not such a total dork.  my guess is that they think white button-ups are as close as they can get to the british navy.  horatio hornblower was never seen in a t-shirt.

it was a good time.

…not exactly had by all.

actually, i don’t know why she was giving me the stink eye.  she was such a good little girl.  she get’s mad when i drop the boys off at awanas without her.  so i guess she was feeling special and decided not to have any screaming fits.  except she was rather indignant about the fact that she didn’t have a pack-pack.

personally, i’m ready for summer vacation.  can i start making paper chains yet?

my sheep arrived today

did i tell you i was hot after a sheep?  it was a sudden urge.  after the fed ex guy dropped it off i thought, “why do i need this?”  well, it was mad money.  i like to buy completely unjustifiable things with mad money.  otherwise i feel dirty.

also, i said it was for the baby.  (neglecting to admit the fact that if it was *for* the baby and didn’t match the decor – well then the baby could forget about it.  yes, that is the kind of parent i am.  ask anyone.)

but i do hope it will be a good snuggle spot.  my room gets the best light in the house, so maybe some books and doll doll’s will migrate there with time.  i invited the post-nap jael in to check it out.

however she was a little too besotted with herself at the time to comment.  who can blame her?

another happy before and after

can you guess the latest and greatest?

everyone told me i was crazy but i remained unmoved.  and now with all that work no one even notices.  the door!  i could not live with that ghetto duplex door on the front of my house.  tell me it’s not true?

(well i couldn’t exactly live with the rest of the house either, now that you mention it.)  in any case, the door is gone.  meanwhile i’m still holding out for arches on the porch and this little round window where the door used to be.  and a fence.  not to mention these lovely house numbers.  really i’m just getting started.  you should see the party we have going on out back.  it’s enough to make you ill.

and naturally, once we took the door out we had to put it back somewhere else.  which is simply a matter of knowing the right people.

and presto.

of course i had to paint the doors pink while i was at it.  they probably looked better white, but that just isn’t any fun.  i also felt the urge to take the screen door down.  i tried to explain this urge to marc but he didn’t understand.  apparently the screen door is useful.

i also feel the urge for pink window boxes.  and gutters.  apparently my soul is a bottomless pit of remodeling desires.  that’s why i’m also irresistibly attractive, otherwise my husband would have caught on to me by now.  i still think that’s a pretty mean trick god played on the unfortunate sex, we do feel sorry for them.

martha is a sick freak

i was flipping through martha stewart living the other day and stumbled on the pound cake section.  let me tell you, they call it pound cake for a reason.  two cups of sugar, nine (yes nine) eggs and four sticks of butter.

i was sold.  i made it the next day.  ha.  great minds think alike baby.

jael and baby krishna

we hit up the hindu temple last night for some free indian food.  the only downside is that my kids are going to be singing “krishna krishna hare hare” for like a month.

my husband was making fun of me and what i wouldn’t do for free papad.  free papad and not having to mess up my own kitchen…well there’s just no tellin’.