Thursday, July 8, 2010

aww yeah...

i'm rockin' the most precious apron that belonged to my great great grandma.  it's orange, melon, brown and gray.  i love it.  i love the shape.  and that it belonged to 5 generations up from me.  i wonder if grandmaDowns knows i like her things better than my own? 

i'm rockin' the banana clip.  i think i'm bringing it back!  and my hair's at the length that when it's all pulled back in the clip it looks a little mohawkish so it's a little edgy.  AND i'm rockin' another new birthday headband.  and new birthday basics (cutoff bermudas and a gray tshirt) compliments of yours truly.  cause my new curves...the even curvier kind (which is the opposite of any goal/wish/desire, but at this particular happy productive moment i'm all: whatev) requires new digs to fit.
i'm also rockin' an almost put together house.  it's taken me about 3 days and i'm about to finish off MYroom.

i almost kissed the CraigslistMan today when he rolled up in his ginormous chevyTruck that could have eaten my civic with a brand spankin new vacuum (iiiiiiii opened the box myself) sitting happily in the backseat waiting to be adopted byME.  and the reason for the kissing is because it was about 1/4 the cost of the store/orAmazon/or any other add onCraigslist.  or maybe a third?  anyway, i got the rush of a good deal and that made it even better.  and tonight me and the new yellow "family member" are bonding.  i've been dreaming of a better vacuum for YEARS.  it was a birthday miracle;)
this little ray of sunshine is jazzing up my floors.  vacuuming is my favorite part of cleaning.  it's the most obvious sign(or illusion) of cleanliness.  you can always recognize a freshly vacuumed floor.  so even if i've done nothing else, i feel like i'm accomplishing something....cause i SEEit.  and i am wandering around my house glancing at every corner of well suctioned dirtless floor. sigh...

okay, okay, enough about that.
i'm off to finish.  6more loads of laundry and 1 room to go.  i just might wake up tomorrow to bliss.

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