Every girl needs one and this is mine.

This is my new comforter set. I had given my bedroom a little facelift about a year ago when Linen N Things went out of business. For less than $100 or so, I bought a duvet, throw pillows, lamp shades and table clothe thingy. Instant makeover. I stayed in the same color family, just updated the look.

However, no one told me what a BITCH duvet covers are. Every day we’d wake up and somehow the comforter inside the damn thing would bunch up on my side and Mike would only have the duvet itself covering him. Then he’d cry because he’s cold and never has enough covers and lord KNOWS I can’t deal with the tears.

So, I’ve been looking for about 6 months for a good deal in the right colors and FINALLY. Found this on sale at JCPenny for like 60% off, plus a coupon and I had a gift card. Happy early-birthday to me!

Ain’t it pretty, y’all? You can’t see all that well, but there is the obvious gold and chocolate but there is some rose and sage, too.  It’s good quality, too, which was one thing I was looking for. Pretty as that duvet was it’s total crap. The last set I had was pretty expensive but it lasted for about 7 years. The comforter was really heavy and I wanted the same thing.  This one isn’t quite as heavy, but it’s close.

So, this is my new happy place. And I need it. I was really looking forward to the holiday weekend. I wanted to do nothing. I was going to work from home for about a half day Friday and not think about it until my 7:30 conference call on Tuesday. Well, that went to shit when an emergency came up. So, I worked until about 10 pm on Friday, tried to finish Saturday but Google maintenance made that impossible. So I finished today.

Lucky for me, 3 of my awesome team members came in to help. Normally, this is something I handle on my own but it was so overwhelming that I would have taken the whole weekend. It still took 4 people working 6 hours straight to get it all finished today. So, I’m very lucky for my work people because otherwise I may have slit my wrists by the end of it.

So tomorrow sleeping in, heading to Sarah’s for a barbecue and enjoying the rest of the weekend.

I did make it out to see Terminator. What a pile of shit. McG had get all “Charlie’s Angel” on it. Since when in a post-apocalyptic war do the chicks have perfect makeup? Bryce Dallas Howard looked like a glowing lady of liesure instead of the wife of the leader of the Resistance fighting for their lives from machines. And just like in Charlie’s Angels, John Connor seemed to have super-powers. I mean, we know super-undercover-detective chicks can’t get all Crouching Tiger in reality. I don’t think any sort of soldier, no matter what, could pull off what John Conner did. Plus there were machines that lived in the water like fish. And a fucked up time-line that made absolutely no sense. And a dumb-ass ending all wrapped up in a pretty bow. Lamer than lame.

So, I’m off to my sanctuary. I’m gonna (try) to sleep like a baby.

-Ali

That girl is the devil. Just the absolute fucking epitome of evil.

It all started when she asked for my input on her new office. I picked out some colors and gave her some suggestions and she was all “OMG YOU HAVE TO COME HERE. I’M BUYING YOUR TICKET NOW, BIATCH.”

And I’m all, “Sure that sounds fun.” I was at work and slammed. I couldn’t freak out too much.

Inside I’m quietly screaming “OMG I GET TO GO TO LA. AND SEE NANCY. AND EAT. AND DECORATE. AND DRINK. OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG!”

Like, my three most favorite things in the world to do and I get to see Nancy to boot.

Uh. Fuck yeah!

So, off I went for a 38 hour whirl-wind weekend with Nancy in beautiful LA.

It was go-go-go from the time I landed. Momma picked me up and off we went to Amalfi’s for a late dinner. Hello, foodgasm #1. I ordered a mushroom risotto that was so fucking fabulous I could have died right there totally happy.

Meg and her friend Natalie came to meet us. Hi. Megs is gorgeous. Nat’s a cutie, too, but Meg? Scroll down a bit and you’ll see. We were too busy to take any pics that night but we got some on Saturday.

Next, we head to The Comedy Store. We drink. We heckle and join in the show. We keep it open past closing. It was FABOO. I finally went to sleep around 5 am which is 7 am Houston time. I was officially up for over 24 hours. Total college flashbacks.

So, around 11:oo we finally drag our fabulous asses out of bed. And we are hungry. There is a place in LA called The Griddle that I’ve heard all about. Incredible food and possible celeb watching. Sadly, no celebs. But OMG THE FOOD. Totally worth the wait, y’all. Aren’t we cute waiting?

We had a fatgirl feast. I got some sort of mexican scramble and she got a scramble with shrimp and pesto or something. Delish. But that’s not the best part. We got “dessert” to share.

Butterscotch chip caramel walnut pancakes. SON! Foodgasm #2.

We couldn’t even eat a third of them. OH and they had the best coffee served in a french press. Really, stupidly, crazy outstanding.

After that it was decorating time! Her office is great, especially for a new company. The paint colors I picked out were PHEEEENOMINAL. We re-arranged her furniture and picked out some accessories. We didn’t take pics because we didn’t go back after shopping, but when she’s done I’ll make her take some and I’ll post them.

Then it was off to her new place. Adorable. Granite countertops, hard wood and tile with a view of the hills, a pool and an elevator. We picked out some great colors for the walls and figured out where to place her furniture. And we really wanted to go lay by her pool, but there was some shopping and In and Out burgers and drinking to be had.

We then got all cute and went to pick up Megs. We went to Boa so I could meet Nancy’s roomie Caleb (or soon-to-be-ex roomie since she’s now got her own place) and basically got tanked and people watched. Honestly, what the fuck do people think when they leave the house? I actually got a picture of one chick. The outfit was so tight that the fabric was pulling so much you could see through it- including the crack of her ass. And the shoes where awful. She couldn’t even walk in the stupid things. The picture doesn’t really do it justice.

And here’s us: Me and two gorgeous ladies!

Now, let me please tell you. These two chicas have been telling me the entire time about bacon wrapped hotdogs. We went searching for them the night before but had stayed at the comedy club too long. Apparently, just between the hours of 1 and 2 am, these little vendors set up with a hotplate skillet thingy and all the fixins for some seriously DELICIOUS snacks. They take hotdogs, wrap them in bacon and grill them. You can add onions and peppers, mayo, mustard and ketchup. I had mine sans ketchup and let me tell you what, my friends. It was RIDICULOUS. So good. Especially to a bacon and hotdog lovin’ girl like me. Honestly one of the best things I’ve ever eaten. And they didn’t skimp on those dogs. They were the big fat meaty ones.

We drove around a bit more, through the hills seeing the sites. Ended up having to stop in the COLDEST grocery store ever to pee and get Tums. Got waited on by an old man who I swear has to be in the witness protection program. He was all “Ay, you got some heartburn? That’s the woist. This stuff right here will fix you right up.” I forget what all he was saying but I’m fairly sure the Sopranos was based on his life.

We made it in about 4 and passed out.

I had to catch my plane home around 1230, so we were rushing like fools. I left a bra and my bath stuff there. Which is awesome considering I was going out of town the following weekend and had nothing to take with me. We were starving so we ate leftover butterscotch chip caramel walnut pancakes in the car. Cold. But still rockin’ awesome. I’m sure we were cute shoving it in our faces at red lights.

And that was that. I got on a plane and came home, exhausted but so happy that I went.

Nancy, thank you for your hospitality and generosity. You sure know how to woo a chick. I HEART YOU SO HARD! MWAH!

And this concludes how I ate my way through Los Angeles.

Next blog will be all about Easter, camping, Madeline and Mike eating fried alligator.

I HEART LA.
-Ali

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OMG WTF with that big. blue. WANG?!?!?

Wha? Did you think I’d post it? NO. I just wanted to give y’all an idea. IT’S NOT THAT KINDA BLOG, PEOPLE. Just lots of cursing.

So, OBVIOUSLY, I saw The Watchmen this weekend. And I’ll admit, I called it the Big Blue Wang movie all weekend. But I don’t think I was fully prepared for The Wang.

3 hours of giant nekkid blue man and his colossal Wang. Plus some half nekkid dominatrix-hooker looking “superhero” chicks. Who is gonna believe that in the 40′s some chicks were running around in bustiers, fishnets, and thigh-high-platform stilettos? Tits and ass hanging out ALL OVER the damn place. For real? Even if it were acceptable, how the hell would anyone be able to fight in that get up?

And then they go and modernize her for 1984. Silk Spectre II, the original’s daughter, with some extra ho added in for good measure.

And on top of the costuming on the chicks, there are some wicked sex scenes. Was it truly necessary to get an extreme closeup of Night Owl banging Silk Spectre inside of Archie (the flying blimp thing they got around in)? EW. You could practically see his little hairs. That’s gross, y’all. Gross. I nearly barfed my Goobers.

It was total soft-core porn aimed at greasing up the geeky comic book fanboys. I’m not just talking about the film, either. It was accurate to the original graphic novel. It just cheapened everything about how cool the story is.The  plot was intriguing. I actually really liked the story- but all that ridiculous, over-the-top gratuitousness kills it. The fight scenes were sub par- I saw better shit on Buffy and Angel.

It was pretty.The cinematography was great- especially in the 1940′s era scenes. The glowey blue dude was neat-o when he wasn’t waving The Wang in my face. It was a lot to cram into one film and if you didn’t know the story prior to, you will probably have a hard time following it.

Also, we had some fucking fanboy goons behind us. Like OLD fanboy goons. Easily in their 50′s. They were loud with these super dumb  laughs. All through the movie they chuckling like everything was some super awesome nod to the book they masturbated to in their 20′s. It was all I could do to not get straight ghetto on them. SO annoying and much creepier than the Batgirl incident at The Dark Knight. I love comic book movies, but fuck. They sure bring out the wackjobs. Literally.

And now, the Daily Show summons me. Hello, Jon Stewart. I wanna be your bff so bad.

-LMAO
Ali

PS- MONICA. Hey, girl! I blogged for you! FOR YOU… *victory stance*

Plus, our raid on Linen’s-N-Things proved to be incredibly lucrative.

The “in-laws” drove in so they are super sleepy and all tucked in bed right now and I’m wired from the coffee we drank. So, I’m sharing my HGTV-y goodness with y’all. I should have my own fucking show. Design on a Dime? Fuck that. It will be called “Design on a Penny with that Crazy Heifer”.

I’d been wanting to change my bed and bathroom ensemble for a while now, but that stuff can get really expensive really fast. The set we’d been using was something I’d had since 2003. It was expensive and luxurious but it was time to go.

Enter the end of Linen’s-N-Things. Y’all would NOT believe the steals I got. In total, I spent around $180. I got 2 duvet ensembles (one gold, one chocolate), 4 throw pillows, 2 lamp shades, 1 shower curtain, 1 shower curtain liner, a picture frame, a front door mat, 6 bar glasses and a vinyl wall art that was an inspirational saying (that turned out to be crap but whatever).

My vision for both the bedroom and bathroom was “Boutique Hotel”. I used the gold duvet set for the comforter and shams. I used the chocolate one for the bed skirt and in a moment of pure genius, turned the duvet into a table cloth for my nightstand.

Here’s what my room looked like before: lighter paint, the old linens and a different furniture position:

This is what it looks like now (the vanity was my birthday gift from Mikey)

Also, I recovered that bench with a chocolate micro-suede. Before it was white. I stained it the first day I got it. Also, my friend Kristy is painting some art for us and the vinyl lettering was supposed to be here saying “All because two people fell in love…” but that shit was ghetto. Our walls were too textured and Mike just ended up cursing a lot and throwing some shit.

Now, the bathroom. It has an old, nasty vanity cabinet in it. The finish was peeling, it was dirty and the color was dated. So, I painted it espresso. 100% improvement for little effort and about $8 of paint. I also took out the dark shower curtain and replaced it with a white curtain and clear liner. The curtain is a tone-on-tone geometric pattern that changes sheen and texture. It lets the light through from the shower window and just makes the place look brighter and clean.

This pic was taken to show the artwork on the wall, but you can see the before bathroom in the pic.

And now with just two little changes:

So, did I succeed at “Boutique Hotel” for less than $180? I think so. I’m really happy with how it turned out. I am going to get an area rug for my room and found one I liked, but it will have to wait until finances allow it. It’ll cost as much as everything I already bought! But it’s a nubby, chocolate brown Berber and it’s faboo.

Tomorrow I will debut all of this to my family as I’m hosting a nice get together for the entire crew and Mike’s parents. Wine, brisket, homemade mac and cheese, salad, shoepeg corn, baked beans, bread and cake. NOM.

Dreaming up more home improvement projects-
Ali

I’m not really happy with the season– the Judges, specifically. I’ve not been happy with how they’ve been treating Lacey Schwimmer. It’s her first season and they have just been mean to her! Last week, I was fit to be tied. I love Lacey, y’all! She is one of my favorite dancers ever from So You Think You Can Dance. I (with Dianne) had decided to flex my Queen of the Internet muscle and write the show and bitch ‘em out. We were gonna start internet war on their ass.

Lucky for them, they were nice to her tonight. But f’real! Carrie Ann all up in Cloris’ grill about Toni going home last week and she got to stay? That’s crap. Cloris can’t help that people want to see her wander around the studio like a loony talking her crazy. That’s good TV! Those judges need to get their panties out of a wad and have some fun.

PS: When ever I hear Cloris’ name I think Deloris Clitoris.  I just can’t help it. Then I get what us Cajuns call a frisson (pronounced free-sau) which means a “chill” brought on by sheer grossness. Really just a chill but you know what I mean.

Also, we’ve been watching some episodes of My Big Redneck Wedding which is causing Mike to have fits of stuttering rage. He’s taken to shaking me and asking “Why? Why? Why?!?!?!” amongst other things. He has a great blog he could write about it but he just can’t bring himself to do it. It made me laugh so hard tonight that I choked.

This weekend was a jamboree of shopping thanks to Linen N Things going out of business. I have now redecorated my bedroom and bathroom. I’m so happy I could just pee. I’ll have before and after photos when I’m done with it. It’s been all sorts of HGTV up in my house this weekend. Mike was so happy.

Also, my 9 month old niece has now taken to eating the cat food and cries when it’s taken away from her. She also had pizza and candy corn at her Halloween party. She loves food just like her Nanny! *tiny tear*

This week: Halloween, my mother’s birthday party and a full week of lots of work. Next weekend Mike’s parents will be here and the whole fam will be at my house for dinner. Party!

Here is another pic of Mike and I from our little photo shoot. We so cute. This was taken from the founding site of the city of Houston on Buffalo Bayou a few blocks from my office. It’s one of my favorite spots in the city.  It’s one of the rare historical areas of town and you can see the city behind us.

Tomorrow, Mike and I are going vote before work. Everyone- please go out and vote. It’s your right and this is such a significant election in such a trying time. I won’t preach to you about who you should vote for and besides, I’m sure you have your mind made up already. Regardless, take advantage of the rights we have. We live in the greatest country in the world and though we might be floundering a bit right now, we’ll come back better than before. Be a part of it.

Ok, off my soapbox.

Lettin’ my American show-
Ali

First of all, a few people have signed up or messaged me that they read this and I wanted to welcome new readers! I hope I keep you are sufficiently entertained.

Now, this has been quite a week. I’ve learned some things, done some things…

Lesson 1: Ali should not eat Chinese food anymore.
No, this isn’t gross. I just almost had an aneurysm while trying to get it delivered to my house. I took it as a sign from God to stop eating it. It’s not good for you no matter how much veggies are in there so it should be a no-brainer but it TASTE SO GOOD and I get crazy cravings for it and just HAVE to have it.  Like on Wednesday.

I got home from work, ordered  from Hunan River in River Oaks Shopping Center around 5:30. It usually takes about 30 minutes for them to deliver it. At 6:45 I called looking for it. Oh, the dude couldn’t find my house. Ok… am I gonna get some fresh food? Yes. Ok. He should be here in 10 minutes.

20 minutes later I call back. (PS, my stomach feels like it’s eating itself at this point.) She doesn’t know where he is. I walk out on my porch while I’m  on the phone with her and I see homeboy knocking on a bunch of my neighbors doors looking for our house. The numbers are ON THE HOUSES. So, I get my food sign the slip (no tip- sorry, I don’t reward dumbassery). I open the bag and the food is wet, cold and soggy. Literally water pouring out because of the condensation. They hadn’t replaced the food from the original 6PM delivery. It’s nearly 7:30 now. I’m LIVID.

I call back looking for the manager. He’s not in and no one can do anything- not send out fresh food, not give me a refund- nothing. So I leave a message for him to call me back, order food from another place and go pick it up.  And I am hungry and ANGRY. People should know not to fuck with a fat girl’s food.

I had to call back because after another hour because the manager hadn’t returned my call. I’m like a mad, rabid bitch at this point because I realized that the little credit card slip I signed was for $32 and I know my total was around $18. The chick answering the phone was like “Oh that’s not the right price! I took your order!” Well, no fucking shit. She says she’s gonna call me back. And I know she was. Because I threatened to go up there and make a scene in front of the customers. I’m sure a crazy chubby chick screaming and throwing fried rice around would have been hilarious, yet off-putting to the clientele.

She calls me back and says she’s gonna refund the difference plus 15% of the cost of the food. Um. NO. Did you hear the words coming out of my mouth? I didn’t eat that garbage! I ordered dinner from Kams! I’m a crazy lunatic on this phone and I WILL CUT YOU! WTF 15%? I will show you 15%. IN YOUR ASS WITH MY FOOT.

She tells me the only way I can I can get a refund is if I give them the food back. Awesome! Come get it. She sends the same dude out. He found it easily this time! He sheepishly knocks on my door. When I opened it he actually asked me if it was all the food. YES and I slam the door.

And Kam’s wasn’t even good. So, I’m swearing off Chinese. (Until I get one of those insatiable cravings. Shut up. Don’t give me that look.)

Lesson 2: My man likes argyle sweater vests?
Mikey-poo needed some new clothes so off to the mall we went. Now, anyone who knows him knows that he wears two types of shirts: Short-sleeved button down, plaid or solid and long-sleeved button down, plaid or solid.  That’s it. No sweaters, golf shirts, sweat shirts.  Nothing fancy, either. No silky dress fabrics or crazy prints. So, when he picked up an argyle sweater vest to try on, I almost died. Then when he liked it I almost died two times! He looked really cute in it, though. And he bought 2 of them. My MIkey’s all grown up, y’all!

Lesson 3: Refinishing furniture is fun as long as we have bug spray handy.
We spent our Sunday afternoon working on our patio furniture. I have this great wood and iron set that I had bought about 6 years ago. It’s pretty weathered so we sanded it and stained it again. It came out great! But man, you haven’t seen two more cranky people while working on it. We were dinner for lots of mosquitoes tonight. Don’t be shocked if we come down with West Nile.

Lesson 4: My Big Redneck Wedding is my new favorite show.
Mike can thank Style Network’s The Dish for this. I didn’t know this show existed until today. I saw a clip from it and just HAD to watch. OMG OMG OMG! I got the bestest wedding ideas! Like fishing in the bayou and catching food for our wedding buffet, saving on flowers by making a rose bouquet out of Copenhagen lids (it don’t ever die!) and giving a raccoon penis as a wedding gift. I’m dvr’ing every episode. There are 4 in my queue now.

Lesson 5: Mike and I are hams.
Put on your shock faces, people! I know this is news to you all. Saturday we went all over downtown getting our pictures taken! We haven’t gone through and picked out all the ones we like but these are a couple of my favorites.

I know that last one isn’t really a lesson, but WHATEVER! We are cute.

Off to bed now. I need my beauty sleep.

Gettin’ ready for the week ahead-
Ali

PS: Reason number 12 that I’m old: I’d rather get take-out and watch What Not To Wear on a Friday night than do anything else. And I was in bed by 1030 Friday night. OLD.

I mean, I moved a month ago. And in that time, I packed, moved, and unpacked. I repainted my living room, dining room, hallway (5 coats of paint), and bedroom. I scrubbed like a mad woman, decorated and got settled. I went to the Brett Micheals concert, to Louisiana for Savannah’s shower, to Rebecca’s baby shower, out for Rachel’s birthday, and to my moms for Easter. I’ve had dinners out, spent a weekend working on my taxes and found time to shop a bit. Oh, and I worked. I took a whopping 1 day off this whole time. I need to slow my fucking roll.

So, hopefully, I’ll be able to slow down and post more.

Hopefully.

Friday night, sweet, soft-spoken Rachel from work had her birthday party. She turned 23! She wanted to go to a club! Did I mention I’m about to turn 33? I haven’t been to a club in years. But it was an 80′s club, so I held out hope.

Dude. DUDE. The 80′s room was full of sad forty-somethings looking to pick up whatever other sad soul they could find in there. Some of them were AWESOME. There was a dude who looked like he was in his mid-fifties doing some sort of crazy hip-hop, street dancing weird… dance. I don’t know how to describe it. At one point he was humping the floor and then he was hanging upside down from the railing. There was a dude who looked sixty staring intently at every woman that passed and doing some hopping thing. Actually there was a lot of hopping. Some dude dressed in 80′s “new wave” was doing some kick thing. Then there was the Bobbsey Twins (dude and a chick) wearing all black with some sort of silver studded belts and doing choreography. There was some chick in her 40′s with pancake titties and a V-neck cut down to her navel. Oh and one in a see-through black net shirt with a black bra and miniskirts. Did I mention she was chubby? I mean, as IF. I forgot my camera, too.

Now, the people watching was great, but we were all fabulous making the night a riot. First of all, the dumbass DJ was playing 80′s industrial music. I told him to “stop the bitchassness” and play some good shit. He argued with me stating that this is what played at Club 6400, the hottest club in Houston in the 80′s! I laughed because I was in middle school for that hey-day and apparently he lived it. I told him and said that people don’t come to an 80′s club for that shit- they wanna hear the music they jammed to in their bedrooms. And I made him feel stupid and so he began the Madonna hotness.

We danced and danced. Mikey even came out and danced to Karma Kameleon and Beat it.
I Vogued with the birthday girl and Mike snapped a pic of us with his phone.

Then we moved on to the “pop” room. Basically the teenie bopper type music room. I actually danced to Soldja Boy. Um. Ok. Some chick from KRBE was here and put Rachel on the radio because it was her birthday.

DJ: What’s your name?
Rachel: Rachel.
DJ: Is it your birthday?
Rachel: Yes.
DJ: What’s your name?
Me: Ali
DJ: Are you her best friend?
Me: Sure.

Now, Rachel is a sweet girl but we’ve only been working together for a couple of months and this is our first time out together. I got to work today to an IM “Hey new bff!” Hilarious. We did get free drinks out of it. Some concoction in a tumbler that was all booze and a splash of coke. It was kinda tasty and I sucked mine dry. After about 6 vodka cranberries and some wine with dinner.

And let me say, Miss Rachel ain’t so quiet and reserved. Girl’s got a little ghetto in her and I love it. The other Katie that I worked with showed up, as well. (That’s the Katie that replaced Erin [awww Erin. HUGS]. Not my manager/Yarnlove/Knit Free Or Die Katie. ) She showed up, but it she was late and I’m impatient. I sent her an email from my blackberry. (Remember she’s the PR Manager). It said:

Subject: Press Release STAT

Employees from The Planet are involved in a 3 alarm fire caused by a dude dancing his ass off in an orange shirt. Witnesses say that the fire started from his awesome display of athletic prowess while dangling from the bar.The fire could have been avoided had Katie Solan been present.

Please stop the bitchassness.

She showed up 5 minutes later.

I think Mike may have won a chance to play Pinko and win a trip to Mexico or something. I don’t know. I had a blast, though.

Fabulous:

The rest of the weekend was working on the house. We painted our bedroom Friday and my family came over to help with the kitchen and hallway. Well. My parents helped, Sarah and Charlie hung out. It’s ok. They brought the baby.

First, I want to show you what the hallway and the piece of furniture we have in it looked like before we got our grubby hands on it. Electric red walls and a 1970′s chest of drawers with big brass handles.

So we painted it what was supposed to be a soft, creamy yellow. It turned out to be sunshine in a can. We wanted to tone it down. Mom and I mixed paint and did some craziness and it actually turned out pretty cool. It has the look of an old weathered wall. Sort of. The end result:

The kitchen was a lovely institutional blue/gray. I had to pick out a color that went with my decor, the gray counter tops and the honey cabinets. So I chose a color called “Dawn”. It’s basically cream with a hint of coffee. I love it.

And the bedroom was blah tan and now is a soft, soft olive. We still need artwork to really finish that room. And some new furniture. The room is so freakin’ huge. I’m gonna get a vanity for sure.

So, now we just need to work on the office and organize it. Once we do that and can hang the rest of our collectibles and art, the place will be all put together except for odds and ends. And I could not be happier.

I need rest. Maybe a nice spa day.

-Eyes burning.
Ali

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Well, the living and dining rooms.

We spent the last 2 weekends painting. We painted the living room, dining room, hallway and 2 pieces of furniture. We still have a lot more painting to do, but I finally feel like we are on our way to making this place home. MY kinda home. Warm and cozy and pretty and awesome.

This is where we started. Great bones. Bland and not me at all. Smelled like old house and was filthy.

And this is what it looks like now.

Living room:

Dining room: (Ignore the institutional blue kitchen. It will be oatmeal after this weekend.)

We also painted the electric red hallway a bright sunny yellow that I hate. It will be washed over with a vanilla glaze to tone it down this weekend. We’ll also be doing a nice light olive green in the bedroom.

I just can’t wait till it’s all done and we are good and settled in. We got a new fridge yesterday and had a few odds and ends fixed. All and all, I’m really happy here. I love the area, the size, the character and best of all, we got a smokin’ deal.

I also went to Lake Charles this weekend for my future sister-in-law’s bridal shower. Got lost and mighty pissed off and missed half of it, but we made her cry with the poem I wrote and that made it worth while.

Reality TV update:

Brett’s hair is so bad. Really, dude. You’d be so hot bald and without the makeup. Destiny’s parents seemed like such sweet people. Too bad their baby girl is a trampalicious ho. It was nice that they dedicated the show to her dad, though. Daisy still looks like a damn monkey.

Dancing with the Stars: Marissa gets on my nerves. I wanted to be all “Fat girl sisterhood!” and love her but I just can’t. I want her to shut up before she even starts talking. Best Kerry Anne comment ever: (said to Priscilla Presley) “Your face never moves when you dance.” Well, duh, Kerry Anne! That’s because it can’t move.

Idol: They all sucked except David Archuleta. He sang one of my all time favorite songs ever- Angels – Originally done by Robbie Williams and remade by Jessica Simpson. He nailed it and it was superawesomefantastic. Simon lost major cool points for not knowing it actually was a hit in the US- it was, just not a huge one. Fail on you, Simon.

The Bachelor: I might have to stop watching because he kept the ghetto black chick over Holly. I mean, she’s pretty, but chick is not refined enough to be with him. Proof when she gets all crazy-like in he previews. She belongs on Flava of Love. The one I like, surprisingly, is Shane. I dig her a lot. And her shoes.

That’s all for now. I’m tired.

Oh and my blog has been retarded and not emailing people when I post but hopefully Mikey fixed that.

Ciao for now.
-Ali