So...

On this dreary and chilly Dallas afternoon, I'm walking thru The Home Depot, right? I got my squirrel food in one hand, since The Home Depot is the only place that carries the kind I prefer, , and my other hand is inspects carpet samples. The Home Depot associate comes and asks if he can help me. I, of course, say sure-if he can give me about 25 grand, I'd be just fine.

He laughed and educated me about carpet.

I bought this house in 2008. It has not been the most relaxing adventure. I love my little house. I have yet to do much to decorate it, due to the lack of a relaxing adventure--except watch a chum's husband and my chum put down laminate in one living space. There's carpet in the rest of the house, which I'd thought about ripping up and put more laminate down--now I wonder if just a prettier shade of carpet--would be be better. I shade of carpet I like--then again, I look at the corner the cats have decided to claw up, and laminate comes back to mind. Anyway, I want to tear down some of the wall, to make the two living spaces look more flowing--and the window I thought I once wanted, has now turned into a skylight in my mind.

So stay tuned to all of that.

The main jest of this post, outside of I did not drink all my 74 ounces of water, is while I looked at carpet, and learned of their twists and loops, from The Home Depot associate, a song I once disco danced to, on long ago Saturday nights at The Joker in Des Moines, Iowa, came on. For a minute, I thought it was about 1981 and the glitter ball was above, while I danced in my no shorter than 4 inch heels, and then in a next minute, I realized it was 2010 and menopause tapped me on the shoulder..

I'll ignore the tap and go back to 1981. Cue up Bonnie Pointer.

Monday Mow Down

A year.

That's what it's been since I started this blog and bought this house. Can't believe it's been a year. I thought I started the blog after I moved. Yet twas right before. I look at some earlier entries. Kinda long winded even then.

And March 17, 2008, I signed a million pieces of paper to become a homeowner. I still recall the bitterness toward my original lender person. She did help me get the house and I will forever be grateful-- yet her tone and conduct towards the end turned me sour. My realtor--the second one-was great and still feel good about him this day.

Fast forward. Another gorgeous Spring day today. I await what kind of news the tax man gives me. Life was easier when all I did was the 1040 EZ form. The tax man is actually my realtor's dad. He's an accountant. And since I liked how his son did business, I thought I'd take a chance on dad. Especially after Turbo Tax taxxed me out. Then there's my lawn. Looks like it needs to be mowed soon. Taking out the trash no prob, yet ain't quite felt the buy the lawn mower thing. Not when the lawn guy and crew of three have my front and back done in less than a half hour. Yep, I'll write THAT check.

Back to the house. I've committed myself to make it my home, instead of treating it like a rental. I've done none of the decorating I planned a year ago--except laminate floor put in one room. The problem is, I wanted TWO rooms with laminate. The one room done is this picture. I call this room, the morgue. No natural light like the rest of the house. The chairs have been moved and the paneling still remains. I'd like knock some of the wall down to open up the space. And get rid of the panel, then I wonder what kind of the condition the drywall is in under. A chum-who's husband did the majority of the put down of laminate- gave me some textured wallpaper to cover the panelling and then paint over it. The wallpaper is still rolled up in the sack. The saga continues.

My love affair with HGTV Network came to an abrupt hault. It's taken me awhile, however I've now fallen in love with DIY Network. There's something about it--seems a bit more realistic with the shows and folks they have there. I understand it takes more than a half hour to do stuff. Drat--on being realistic...nonetheless...

So the plans to paint, decorate and get stuff I want-besides another new bird feeder-I mean, like kitchen appliances that are more 2009 than 1973, are listed on a piece of paper. The paper is on my fridge, held there by a magnet.

The magnet says: "Dull women have immaculate houses."

I ain't dull. The sinkful of dishes prove that.

Stay tuned.