i'd buy that for a dollar

We never shop at Best Buy.  Unless, of course, we buy a ginormous, super-freaky-hi-def TV that leaves Philly drooling and me preferring to sit in our cold basement to watch our old projection TV.

I'm not a fan of the new technology.

I don't like everything looking like a soap opera.  Unless it's a soap opera.

Anyway, because of this huge new TV, we got a coupon for $130 of free stuff at Best Buy.  So we wandered around wondering what in the world we could spend our $130 on.  We wanted nothing at Best Buy.

My first thought:  Playstation.

Phil's response:  Keep looking.

My response:  Butthole.

Phil's response:  Keep looking.

My response:  Butthole.

I see a pattern forming.

I finally stumbled upon a full-size Cuisinart food processor.  All I currently had was a mini food chopper.  I told Philly I'd really like a full-size one.

"How much is it?" he asked.

$129.99.

Shut the front door.

The only thing in the whole store I can find a use for, and it's the exact amount we have to spend.

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along came a spider and sat on her tea

Bloggers are just great people, aren't they?  I know this because I am, in fact, a blogger.

We're humble, too.  Well, some of us are.

It's actually happened to me a couple of times now...all I do is shamelessly hint mention in passing that I covet love or am interested in what another blogger is blogging about, and she sends it to me!

I know lots of you know Sweet-a Rita over at Soul Comfort's Corner.  She does lots of beautiful artsy stuff with all kinds of cool supplies that I would have no clue how to even begin to use.  She also has a beautiful cat named Karma.

I know some of you question my love for cats after reading about my own damn cat.  But I really DO like cats.  Especially other people's cats.  Because they don't live here and I don't have to feed them.  But if they bite me (which some do) then I pretty much don't like them.  And can you really blame me?

No, I don't think you can.

I also love not having to take other people's cats to the vet.

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master bath {pseudo} reveal

Do you remember our master bath in the old house?  It was a nice enough bathroom, but it was very small.   And nothing says "time to move" quite like your husband peeing less than 2 feet from where you're trying to brush your teeth.

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benvenuto!

This is how cool Phil is.  Five minutes before he leaves work, I find this little chickadee listed on CraigsList.  It was kinda on his way home.

Here's what I e-mailed him:

Will you pick this up for me on the way home?

I’m not joking.  It’s perfect for the foyer.

Of course he picked it up.  And it fits my little foyer quite nicely.  Please ignore the fact we still don't have trim.  It's coming.

 

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remember the doors?

No, not the "People Are Strange" Doors.

These doors.

We're finally getting around to hanging the doors.  Thankfully I'd only stained 2 of the 11 doors, because after bringing them in the house and seeing them with my floors,  they look like Carrie-on-prom-night red.

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i can't believe it's not butter

Philly and I spent most of Saturday running around shopping.  This is not a normal pastime for us.

On a whim, Phil says, "Hey...let's run into the Lazyboy store!  I know you want to look for a recliner for me."

Me:  Okay.

We walk in and I immediately make a bee-line for the--you know--recliner section.

Phil: No no...we don't want one of those frumpy-looking, poofy, floofy, ugly, traditional, yet comfy rocker-recliners that will make me look like an old girly-man.  We want to find something stylish--like a club-style chair that doesn't look like a recliner, but is.

Me:  Oh.  Okay.

We walk and walk and walk and Phil is becoming exceedingly disappointed.  And then he spots it.  A gorgeous black leather recliner with nailhead trim.  It's perfect!

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the tile of a bathroom floor

If you read the title of the post aloud, it sounds like an Aussie saying "the tale of a bathroom floor."

Right?  Mel?

Not so much?

Anyway, I have a floor in my guest bathroom!  But thankfully I don't have any guests, because there's still no toilet in there.

But they can always go here in the basement.  It's warm and inviting.

Okay, it has toilet paper and GermEx.  And no walls.

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bored

Do you ever suddenly get tired of the look of your blog?  Me too.  Well, I don't get tired of the look of your blog, just mine.

Does it freak you out when people radically change the look of their blog and suddenly you don't know where you are anymore and you start screaming and bashing your head into the refrigerator and your husband sends you to the state mental facility?

Hopefully I didn't do that to you.

But if I did, I hope you have the internet so you can keep up with my blog.

What do you think?

OH!  I made myself a new button too!  Help yourself.  (Code is on the right.)  :) 

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one in a minion

Don't you just love Despicable Me?  Yeah, I don't get it either.

But my daughter loves it. 

No, she's not two.  She's 22.

Emma spends a lot of time out in the cold because I kicked her out.

Just kidding.

She's off at college and walks everywhere.  Baby needs a hat.  Or two.

Last year I made her this penguin hat.

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mirror mirror on the floor

So, do you remember this mirror?  Of course you don't.  I've never shown it to you before, unless by accident.  It's was a CL special.

I paid extra for the peace sign, heart, and smiley face.

The garbage in the reflection wasn't free, either.

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throwdown

Okay, Janie Junebug.  You threw down and accused me of being too bottled-blonde to play Chopin's Prelude in C minor.

I'll have you know I'm mostly auburn with chunky blonde highlights this week.  Not that you can tell by this video.

For those of you along for the ride who don't know the connection between Barry and Chopin, you can see the video on Janie's page.

By the way, I love both Barry and Chopin.  Brothers from another mother?

It's actually quite scary.  The resemblance.

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having a cup at the bar

That reminds me of the time I sat on my front porch drinking wine, smoking Marlboro Lights, and scream-singing Hair of the Dog.

Don't worry.  I lived in a tiny hick town and that was considered normal.  For me.

I haven't smoked in ages, but I do still drink wine and occasionally scream-sing.  You can't really do one without the other.  I know you were worried that I may have quit the wine.

In case you were wondering what this post is about, it's about my kitchen.  What else?  Well that, and I'm sporting a boil the size of Texas and it's making me really cranky.  No, I won't tell you where.

We finally prettied up the cabinets with cups and bars.

Have you priced cup and bar pulls?  They're a whole lotta dollas.  But I found this site where they're ridiculously affordable and surprisingly sturdy and heavy.

Wanna see?

Too bad.  Okay, here's a refresher of what the cabinets looked like at the very moment I took these pictures of them.

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