New Digs

FINALLY-I'm posting some pictures of the townhouse. It's still not finished though (even though I'm constantly saying, "we're practically done"). We still have lots of pictures to hang (no, I'm NOT in the practice of leaving pictures on chairs) and we still have more painting to do (we still need to paint inside the picture molding downstairs). No pictures of the bathrooms (boring), or the office and master bedroom because those walls are still white (EEK!). Last night, Ryan came home and said, "Let's go look at some different colors for the entry way downstairs"

The downstairs was the first thing we painted when we moved in, before any of the furniture was delivered. Question...I think the green should be on the two side walls (not just the wall with the door, ie. the entire entry way)...what do you think?

And another questions. there is a picture of our eating area (third picture below. You can kind of see hat the table is centered with the light. Do you see the gold mirror learning on the wall behind the table? Here's the dilemma: If we center the mirror on the wall (as shown, leaning), it is not centered with the table and light. Should we center the mirror with the light/table, or center it according to wall? I say we center it with the light and then put a series of Turkish bowls/dishes or pictures towards the right of the picture so that it appears centered/balanced on the wall. I probably just lost everyone. Maybe I should take that 'critical reading and writing' course...

Peanuts & Crackerjacks

I did the unthinkable today.

I wore red to a baseball game and cheered on the Boston Red Sox.

Well, sort of. I didn't so much as cheer for them, as I just clapped and hollered for no good reason at all.

Seriously, I am going straight to Yankee Hell.

Lucky & Michelle had two extra tickets to the Baltimore-Boston game so we drove on down to Balt, had a few beers, and watched the entire 9 inning game (something I haven't done in many many years).

Must say, twas fun.

First inning, second batter. Oh, and his name is pronounced U-kul-is. Not You Kill Us.

"Hey batta batta batta..."

The bottom of the 9th, the honest to goodness, longest inning EVER. The game went from 6-0 Boston, to 6-2 (Boston) in no time. The Yankees never play like that.

Why?

Why do shoes always decide to fall apart in public? Or is this something that only happens to me?

First let's get one thing straight: I'm a pat rack. Can't throw anything away. Including shoes. Yes, I still have shoes from high school. Why? because they'll come back in style...and I'm sure that my future granddaughter will want to see the 3 inch wooden Candie clogs I used to wear in middle and high school.

Last winter, a pair of Born flat, black Mary Janes broke...the strap just detached from the rest of the sole (nothing that can't be fixed by a shoe repair man, so yes, I still have the shoes). Naturally, the strap of the shoe decided to tear away from the shoe in the parking garage at work in the MORNING. before the day even started. so, like a bum, I was forced to scotch tape the strap to my shoe.

Fast forward to the summer, miserably hot day, with a high of 98. After getting through with a doctor appointment on base, I was standing in line for the pharmacy...10 minutes later, I get close enough to read the sign that says, "Please have your Mil. ID & yellow card ready." damn-I'm always leaving the card in the cup holder of my car. No worries...I just get out of line (umph!) and walk out towards the parking lot. And that's the precise moment when the LEFT strap of flat semi-gladiator style sandal from high school decides to separate from the sole.

I re-attach...walk to car...get ID...begin walking back to building when, as I'm walking up the steps to get into the building, RIGHT sandal strap separates from sole of shoe.

"Are you freakin kidding me?!" The lady trying to get her four kids out of the mini van is having an easier time getting into the building. As I walk BACK to my car, the LEFT sandal strap pulls out from the sole (again), so I'm walking like a bum who can only afford to buy broken sandals from Salvi's or Goodwill.

I ended up driving to the BX and buying a pair of 99 cent shower sandals before returning to the pharmacy, but here's what I want to know:

1. Why didn't the sandals break apart in the numerous trips I had going up and down the stairs this morning?
2. Why didn't the sandals break apart when I was walking out the door this morning?
3. Why didn't the sandals break apart when I had to run back in the house this morning after I realized I forgot something?

The sandals had THREE prime opportunities to tell me, "This is it! It's the big one! I'm not going to make it" before croaking.

Moral of story: Shoes are like cars. No oil, but they need to be replaced, every 100 miles. :)

Not Just Full of Hot Air

Saturday night I got to help set up the balloon again! Nearly lost my shirt from the fans and received a near tan on the legs with the propane/burners this time.

Since I helped 'work' two different sections of the balloon (Friday night I was near the top of the balloon, Saturday night I was at the mouth of the balloon, hence being nearly topless with tan legs), I thought helping inflate the balloon two days in a row was pretty damn cool..but it wasn't nearly as cool as hearing:

"Rachel, Paul, get in the basket-we're going up"

HUH? Is there another Rachel you're talking to?

Can I just say it was the coolest thing I've done in Delaware so far (waaaay better than riding a penny farthing). Here are some very random pictures from last night...

CHECK!

Ryan & I can now check off "help inflate a hot-air balloon" in the ever growing list of things to do before we die.

Our first DE friends, Kenny & Hannah, were hot-air balloon pilots for the town of Milton's 200th anniversary. Last night (seen here) was a glow-no flying.

And yes, hot air balloons really DO have baskets :)

Education 101

Prom date anyone?

R&R Adventures: A Hate Blog?

Ryan said I "write angry" on the blog and that I should write some more "happy stuff."

Happy stuff...happy stuff...maybe I should write about this.

Any one care to add reason 238? Where's Dr. Kinsey when you need him???

;)