This is a quick view of the dining room. We still have a ton of stuff to hang. You can see our ketubah hanging on the wall to the left. The front door is over that way too.
The sarcophagus is actually a book shelf that opens up. It's actually a pretty impractical and useless bookshelf. The shelves inside aren't deep enough for anything really. Maybe spices.. but it would make an even more impractical spice rack. You also can't hide in it-- if you were wondering. Maybe a small child could.
We bought it purely for coolness factor. There was an Egyptian import store in the mall where I used to work. They only had one and the gentleman who owned the store was nice enough to let us make payments on it. It took forever and then my mom and dad gave us the last little lump as a holiday gift back in 2008.
After December the store was gone and I never saw the gentleman again. I like to tell it like it's a spooky story but if my husband is around he'll chime in that the lease was probably up and they didn't want to renew. Boring!
Also in case you wondering... I don't think it's haunted. Or cursed. We never smelled anything funny. Heard any noises. No one died. Our dog barked at it for like a week and then stopped.
Friday, February 24, 2012
a spooky story
Friday, February 17, 2012
Thursday, February 16, 2012
in my holster
I always point out to others that the fortune won't come true if you don't eat the cookie. The last few years or so, I lost my appetite for fortune cookies. I love to crack them open and read and sometimes get excited, but I never eat them. When I opened this one, I took a picture of it and then made my dog, Bowie, eat it just for good measure.
Strange idea here, but it seems that the more time I have in my holster, the less I blog. And when I worked 70 hours a week, I used that as an excuse too. Oh well. I'm here now. Let's not argue.
I've been blogging for about 12 years now. I shake my head in equal parts of disbelief and awe, but I should know better. I'm not a girl of few words. I don't know if it's preparedness or hoarding. I can't make it a day wearing something without pockets. I always over-pack.
I'm also always derailing trains to catch ones with longer stories... anyway, like I was saying...
When I had some major life event (and I probably just mean arbitrary break-ups that timelined my existence), I left my blogs to die or deleted them entirely. It feels nice to know that maybe this won't be my last blog but it won't end with heart break.
I'm hopefully (cross your fingers for me) coming to an end with this long-standing unemployment fight. I haven't worked since August. I'm putting serious thought into making wedding invitations like everyone says I should. We'll see.
I never saw myself as a stay-at-home-Heather but there isn't any shame here. I keep any straggling guilt at bay by reminding myself I worked myself every day since a teenager.
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
Valentine's day
I painted this for Jay for Valentine's day. I'm a terrible artist but I really wanted to draw a version of our Christmas picture. We had heart-shaped pasta and built a fort in the living room.
Monday, February 6, 2012
in real life
When I woke up today, Jason had written his work schedule down for me. He also drew a little surprise picture of S.Mouse. We're watching Angry Boys lately. I think every Sunday night I say how much I wish we knew Chris Lilley in real life. AND we were friends. None of that, of I saw him at an airport stuff. Real friends.
The cute chalkboard is from Ikea, btw.