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Wednesday, August 29, 2007

Okay you all get an exclusive sneak peek at the dining room's progress from Crack Den to Chic!

And after....
A third possibly fourth coat is required. Trim work, ceiling paint also needs to be done. Crown molding has been selected and will need to be hung. Curtains and rug just need to be installed.


Thursday, August 23, 2007

Your mom frightens me!

Up in the sky... it's a bird... it's a plane... it's....

So have been meaning to write for awhile but haven't had the chance... work is very busy blah blah blah. ok what i really am writing about is something that may just happen to you. Yes, YOU! But not you Margeaux.

You may be walking along and glance up and see:

The giant eye/vajayjay of Lord Sauron in the sky? Nope, it's my mom and she's going to seriously fucking kill you so you may start to want to run. [note: running won't help but at least you can feel you tried.]

Or you may be in the bathroom checking your FINE self out and notice it's suddenly got a little cold- you look in the mirror and BAM!

Is it a Dementor? No you stupid muggle it's my f-in' Mom and she is NOT playing around.

[Mom middle center hovering]

You may be sleeping soundly in your bed and hear a slight russling in the dark. No, it's not your significant other. What could it be?

Is it Jason!?? No it's Jason's Mom - watch the damn movie- BUT JASON'S MOM KNOWS MY MOM AND THEY WILL BOTH HUNT DOWN YOUR NON-RSVP-ING SOULS! And I think Margeaux might help b/c it fires her up as well.

And if you haven't booked a room get on that shit or buddy system it up with Margeaux or Scarlett b/c I get 20 f-in' phone calls a day that my Mom thinks it's filling up quick.

The End.

Monday, August 20, 2007

Want to see my dream couch?
Click here: http://www.crateandbarrel.com/family.aspx?c=931&f=11068#SwatchValid472778
My color choice is Loden

So, we spent about 24 hrs in St. Louis most of it at the Crate and Barrel choosing a couch and dining table and hutch just for when the time comes to order the furniture, we'll be ready.

I bought myself a pro account on Flickr so I've posted more pictures. More yet to come. Be mindful that the photos are NOT public, but only open to my friends and family. Check them out.

Pop, I need your new address.

Now that I can't sleep I'm gonna watch Bridget Jones' Diary again. AND remind me to tell everyone about the "choose your own adventure" Jane Austen story that Rhett participated in on the ride home from STL. Good family fun that was. TFMD - you should definitely read this! I'll be sure to bring it to the wedding.


Sunday, August 12, 2007

I broke out the camera for a party we attended last night. I'm like the freakin' paparazzi with this thing. We were at a lodge in the country and I saw stars like I've never seen before. It was amazing.

Watched Music & Lyrics and its not the Oscar winning performance you thought it was going to be. I usually find both Drew and Hugh charming, but this was like the charm boat overloaded and sank into the river Insipid.

Got a mass email from Canada which I plan to ignore. The family has settled in Poughkeepsie. The baby who is now toddler-ish seems to be growing out of her chunkyness.


Thursday, August 09, 2007

2! 2! 2 Posts in 1!

Let me begin with a slightly funny post which you might need to read again after the second post just... well just because. My sleeping issues have continued most of the week with the highlight being tuesday night. Tuesday, Mr. Darcy was working on computer things so he stayed up later than I did. I had a bit of a problem getting to sleep but finally nodded off. Several hours later, I vaguely remember sitting up for a second then dozed off to wake up a couple of minutes later, then wake up and see Mr. Darcy coming into the room and shutting the door and then getting in bed and saying "Let's not do that again tonight, okay?" [Get you minds out of the gutter]. Later still I vaguely remember turning over and asking Mr. Darcy if he was ok.

The next day I found out that the missing pieces in that puzzle were this. I went to bed. Mr. Darcy later comes to bed. An hour or so after that I sit straight up in bed, stare at our open bedroom door, and "loud enough for the neighbors to hear" yell "Who's there?!" lie back down and fall asleep (or continue sleeping as the case may be) so Mr. Darcy goes to investigate. Finds nothing. Then comes in and decides after the last two days of shenanigans that we now sleep with the door closed.

I am now terrified I will do something like this when I fall asleep on the train. As it stands on wednesday on my way home I nodded off around Crystal City and when we cross the Potomac (which entails coming above ground) I thought I had missed something and that I was at my stop (which is the first above ground on the red line). And all somehow without changing trains. And I was momentarily confused why it looked so different. No reports of whether I shouted though.

Story #2.
I recommend you don't read this while eating.

Yesterday's commute home sucked. It's about 200000 degrees Celsius outside and I get to Gallery Place only to hear that Dupont Circle, Adams Morgan and Cleveland Park are all closed due to a suspicious package (what has to be the largest suspicious package ever to close all 3 stops) and basically if you want to get past that you're fucked. That's what "shuttle services available" means in metro talk. So I call Mr. Darcy for internet support (although I keep cutting out and he has little to no idea what I'm trying to ask) hop on a train nonetheless and go one stop to Metro Center. Now on this train I had somehow managed to get a seat but got up from that seat and decided that I'd go the other way to Wheaton which is close to Mr. Darcy's office. Brilliant. No. I get off the one train, call Mr. Darcy and update him, go to the other side of the tracks and less than a minute later they announce the stations are now open. Crap. Back to the first side of the tracks and now it's a 7 minute wait to the next train. The next train comes and we pack in there. I get no seat and am sandwiched between large people. It's very hot, needless to say, but I have my ipod on and keep my spirits up... finally get home after an hour and a half of traveling make it to the stairs to that bring me to my street and trip and BUST THE FUCK OUT OF MY TOE. I trip in my stupid fucking sandals look down and all the skin on the top of my toe is hanging off and the top of the nail is splayed out like a barn door. Fuck fuck fuck. My fucking shoe is filling with blood. All has gone to hell. I use the lamaze/yoga breathing which is basically the same to TRY and calm down. Lots of low chanting to myself "ok ok ok ok ok ok ok ok ok". Finally dig the fucking keys out of my bag, get inside, drop my shit everywhere, and hobble to the bathroom. Can't find the stopper to the tub. Now i'm chanting "fuck fuck fuck" interspersed with my "ok ok ok ok ok ok"s hobble to the kitchen grab a plastic bag, momentarily stop at the Jameson's for 2 fingers , hobble back to the bathroom shove the bag down the drain and fill the tub with 4 inches of soapy water. The Jameson's is, of course, my TV knowledge coming to the forefront. What did Dr. Quinn use to calm people? Well, dumb bitch probably used laudanum but I know for damn sure Al Swearengen
grabbed the whisky for all medical purposes on Deadwood. Cocksucker. So standing in the bath tub still chanting to myself, still deep breathing, and this continues for about 5 minutes until I decide to call my mom. Who is at dinner and hears the whole tale and just tries to be really calming but ever since my mom told me to lie back with a bloody nose in the 4th grade her medical expertise has been in question. (In that case I made her give me water to drink to try and cover up the taste of blood in my throat and go get the child rearing book to look it up b/c i KNEW you did not lie down). I lean down to cut away the big ole flap of skin (trying not to look at the nail [impossible]) with my wee manicure scissor and right before my shaking hands make contact I question the logistics of this mission. So more pacing in the tub and I call OJ who was a girl scout and a girl scout counselor and her dad's a doctor (x-ray or something) and mom used to be a nurse so i figure there's some training and some genetics there. She advises to clean it the best I can, leave the skin, dry it out and lather it up with neosporin and bandage the hell out of it. Which I do. Then get 2 more fingers of Jamesons and watch Spaceballs on the couch. This is what Mr. Darcy comes home to. Mr. Darcy was not called in this debacle because I didn't need to go to the hospital and didn't want him rushing home because that would just worry me.

So toe is busted. On the way to dinner we (shockingly) learn I'm now drunk and at least it's an interesting drive.

It was hard to fall asleep but - I'm telling you - yoga/lamaze breathing is where it's at. I am currently waiting for the white waterlogged skin to dry out before I re-later with neosporin and bandage this bad boy up.

So that is why I was not responding to your comments online last night, and, no, I do not have the gout.

Monday, August 06, 2007

Thank you for your question TFMD:

The official answer is NO. I rep da Lou which is how those of us from the Gateway City affectionately refer to St. Louis. St. Louis is too far north to truely be considered the dirrty south. I can understand the ambiguity though, as Missouri was a non-commital state during the Civil War. Eventually guerillas fought on the side of the Confederacy, not to support their cause, but because they shared a common enemy, the Union army, who provoked the Missourians by raping, pillaging and plundering throughout their state.

So although we have a shared history and sympathy for the dirrty south, we have always been a separate entity, both geographically and idealogically. Our rappers, however do share a similar drawl.

My newly adopted home in KY is part of the dirrty south. Nappy Roots came from here. We are also a short distance from Memphis, home of grammy award winners, Three 6 Mafia.

Thats it for me. Keep your feet on the ground, but keep reaching for the stars.
- Scarlett

Quick Question for Scarlett:
On the way home from a rousing game of bowling on the way to get some green mint chocolate chip ice cream (Friendly's) whilst listening to a little Timberland and Aaliyah "Are you that somebody?" on the radio Mr. Darcy casually asked me "Is Scarlett from the Drrty South?" to which I replied "I do believe so, she does take off her earring before she get in a fight but I don't know the definitive territorial markings of the Drrty South so I'll have to ask."

Consider the question posed.

Friday, August 03, 2007

Coming soon: Slanty "The Racist Chochtky"

Pictures to follow as soon as I learn why my JPEG files won't upload....

Things that i considered writing about yet have not:

My mom is coming to town the weekend of the 17th and is bringing my sister and possibly my sister's friend which sparked a conversation about our inflatable mattress which she considers not fit for her. (She many times while talking said she'd be more than happy to buy us a new one at Target). But the issue for me is I f
eel my blow up mattress is just fine. Yada yada yada, i tell this to Mr. Darcy and we decide to sleep on the air mattress tuesday night to see since we hate our real bed anyway. Air mattress does stay reasonably inflated but is like "sleeping" in an air popper. "Sleeping" because i think i got about 15 solid minutes of sleep that night. Awesome. Then wednesday night i fell asleep fine but at 3:00 am the shaving mirror in the shower lost it's ongoing battle to gravity and came crashing to the ground. Now waking up to strange noises not fun. Waking up to strange noises and remembering this:
"In the 2005 film The Exorcism of Emily Rose, the witching hour is referred to as occurring at 3 A.M., as opposed to midnight. In the film it is said that this is the hour each night when demons mock the Holy Trinity, and also that it is the opposite of three o'clock in the afternoon, the hour when Jesus Christ is traditionally believed to have died during the crucifixion."
Completely paralysis from fear. Kind of want to hide somewhere just thinking about it. I woke Mr. Darcy's ass up which was one of the provisions that I watch the movie in the first place. Hm bet he didn't think that I'd be waking him up months after the fact. Too bad. Scared as hell. Kind of literally. Especially since whenever i wake up in the middle of the night it's ALWAYS 3AM. DAMN YOU R.E.M CYCLE. AHH NO DAMNING! I TAKE IT BACK! I TAKE IT BACK!

Oh and i don't know who i was arguing with but i want you to know that ... hmmm i don't want to say i was "right" so we'll just leave it at you were wrong.

Happy friday all!