24 February 2008

Shiney and new

New sink & faucet

Isn't it magnificent? A big, giant new sink and a big, giant new faucet. Wow! OH and I almost forgot one of the best parts, a big new garbage disposal, called The Waste King Gourmet. Move over, Kitchen Master 2000 Salsa Chopper, you've been trumped in kitchen appliance title by the KING of Waste (gourmet). I wonder what the 'gourmet' is for? Does it take my scraps and turn them into garnishes? Does it reject contributions of spaghettios and kraft macaroni and cheese? Does it grind with a French accent? We shall see. But for the moment it is working flawlessly.

Thanks SO MUCH to my cousin Kelly for doing all the handywork. He came over after hearing my super loud voice from across the city complaining about how expensive plumbers are. Which now invalidates my rant about how my family consists of a full Geek Squad but no trades people. Oh well. THANKS KELLY!
Now, to go swear fealty to my Waste King.

12 February 2008

Valentine Soiree

Candlelit Conservatory

Sunday night we went to the Candlelight Valentine Soiree at the Conservatory. It was about -10 degrees outside and about 80 degrees inside and candlelit with wafting flower scents and a harpist, so it was like walking into a softer, magical world. Bella enjoyed motoring around the paths and finding fountains to throw pennies into. She got a frog tattoo, said "Hi Sloth!" to a 3-toed sloth, colored a valentine, and watched the dancers in twirly skirts. (Me: "Do you want to dance?" Bella: [pulls at crotch of snowpants] "I no skirt!")

Candlelit Conservatory

Brent was not as taken with the idea of venturing forth on such a subarctic day to see plants in a glass house. But I was able to sway him with a movie point from our Movie Meter Point System. Which is kind of hard to explain. But basically, I had to bribe him to go and now I will end up having to go see Rambo or something to pay the piper.

Valentine's party at the Conservatory

They appear to be having a decent time anyway. And I made things as painless as possible by doing door-to-door pickup and making delicious hot cocoa with sprinkles and booze when we got home to our cozy, warm house.

Brrrr... home for cocoa

08 February 2008

Paper roses


Here are some roses to brighten a snowy, cold day. I have been making them out of crepe paper. They take a while but I think they look even prettier than a real rose. So cheery and full, and quite confident in their longevity. Also a good procrastination from my 2008 goal of finishing all in progress projects. Nothing like a fresh project.

Since the last post, I have been on my annual scrapbooking weekend. We caravan up to Arbor Ridge Retreat in Brainerd, where I sequester myself for 2.5 days of paper fondling and photo enshrining. I made 40 pages, which is all my scrapbooking for 2007 plus I went back and did some big events I had missed. I also finished Bella's Al-FAIR-bet book, which is SO DAMN CUTE. After sitting through the fair book for the 15th time, I got out the family scrapbooks and she pored over those too. She is so interested in the people, not the events, which is so different than how I normally think of it. That's Bella, keepin' it real.

Here's my much hyped skirt with apron:


I love to wear it. I feel pretty! I don't get very many comments on it, probably because it's kind of crazy, acid-trip fabrics and has a weird, confusing apron thing. But no comments I guess is what I was going for, since I was recently complaining about the trend where women guess where you got something. "Is that from Ann Taylor Loft??" It was driving me crazy. I don't know why. Call it an uncalled for retaliation against soccer mom uniformity. Maybe that's what I should have titled this photo instead of "skirt."

Brent and I went out the weekend before last with some friends and saw Juno. We also drank wine and talked about religion, so it was a surreal and, in places, regretful evening. Juno did not live up to the hype, which is the only nice thing I can think to say about it. I agree with Matt's earlier comment about it being too clever. But we are certainly in the minority (where I prefer to be, see "skirt" above), since it has a flippin' 93% on Rotten Tomatoes. Which, I might add, is exactly the same rating as Fargo and six points higher than Shawshank Redemption (just threw that in for perspective). Did I mention it doesn't live up to the hype? I also regretted, as always, debating the pros and cons of church with anyone who is not a direct member of my household (i.e. Brent). Ah well, hopefully they are as hard to offend as I am.

I have let the house go to seed the last few weeks. But I am progressing along nicely in my DDR (Dance Dance Revolution) venues. I have convinced myself it counts as exercise and therefore is  time better spent than folding laundry or vacuuming our incredibly dirty carpets.  It's also teaching me handy slang for talking to the younger generation. Next time a babysitter comes over, they are going to think I am so cool when I tell them they are "tearing it up" and they are "100% awesome." 

Coolest mom on the block? CHECK.