Tag: houselust
A milestone: My first passive-aggressive neighborly scolding
I didn’t grow up in a neighborhood, so I am sort of having to learn what it’s like to have passive-aggressive asshole neighbors. Unless, I guess, you count the year that someone poisoned all my parents’ dogs and most of them died. I guess that would qualify as passive-aggressive assholishness. Anyway. I got home tonight and the boyfriend showed me this note that had been stuck in the front door earlier that day. I will…
Day 1/365: We Open With an Orange Cat and a Cluttered Table
Both of which surely portend a year much like the others that have come before it. [Project 365]
Christmas decoration infestation 2010
Oh god, it has begun in earnest. Behold, a tree! It’s a pre-lit model, something I never ever ever thought I’d ever buy, ever. It always just seemed … blasphemous. But Big Lots was out of their unlit trees when I went, so I just went down in size half a foot and opted for the pre-lit, as it fit my budget. And now that I have seen the foolishness of my ways, I dare…
How to clean. Chapter One.
Open shower curtain, spray Clorox Cleanup blindly, yell “CLEAN THYSELF!”, leave.
Councilman Chuckles has the floor
He’s never going to vote for your stupid ordinance! I’ve got one more pumpkin and only half an idea what to do with him. I may never top last year’s Ryburn-o-Lantern, but at least my porch is looking all festive and snazzy. Previous jack-o-lanterns: 2009 | 2008 | 2007 | 2006 | 2005 | 2004 INSTA-EDIT: Uhhhh, can anyone else see a face in the shadow of that uncarved pumpkin up there? Uhhhhh. INSTA-EDIT ADDITION:…
In which your narrator’s want-o-meter goes berserk
Here is how a girl knows she has gone over the deep end into the homeownership bit of adulthood: She gets absolutely beside herself about all the weird and cool and old stuff at Memphis Waterworks and Memphis Market Central. I’m talking ancient doors, crumbly bricks from historic Memphis buildings, enormous church windows, soothing fountains, coppery hardware, the whole bit. I harbor no illusions that I will ever be able to afford anything…
Just dropping in
I had just gotten off the phone with my mom (“So far, so good!” I’d told her) when I saw (well, heard, first) this limb come down with a smack to the roof and a thud on the ground. The impact shook every piece of glass in my house. It fell at a fortunate angle; it could have easily busted through my back bedroom windows. When the rain let up, I went outside to see…
More yard babble (TL;DR)
Last night I took the trash down to the curb barefoot for the first time ever. The air was cool but the concrete was warm under my feet. The bin rolled smoothly and no neighbor dogs took notice. It was a sublime moment. Apparently I have a private crew of yard workers who will just cruise into town periodically and mow and weedeat and bring me bulbs and clumps of greenery and sprigs of trees…
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