behang papier

or otherwise known as wall paper.

new wall paper on the chimney to go with our new white walls.
retro print. its not for everyone, but its def for us.



close up of print:

8 days till lift off

8 days till i go on holiday to visit all my peeps in the states.
what fun!
can't wait!
already have my packing list made.
already have the list of things i want to bring back made.
all thats left is packing it all together, getting there and having fun fun fun fun fun

90's and today

I know history happens all around us every day and has been doing so since time began, but it just feels like its happening so fast these days. I think about the future and think how funny things will sound to my grandchildren. I can tell them about the time where there wasn't a "digital world" (no digital TV, no digital cameras) when they first came out with disposable cameras, and then underwater disposable cameras and then digital disposable cameras. before 1 hour photo processing. when video games were new, when a car phone-a phone literally plugged into your car was a HUGE deal and no one had cell phones. People knew how to use pay phones (and a local call was only 10 cents), and also how to use a card catalog in the library. When we didn't have computers at home as a young child and they weren't introduced into the classroom until 6th grade. Before ipods, when walkmans first came out. A little thing called vhs and the cassette tape. The day we no longer had a world trade center. A time where Pluto was once considered a planet and the day they decided it wasn't. A time where you couldn't travel into space unless you were an astronaut (but were in the works of making it happen) when flying in a plane wasn't scary and you didn't have to worry about people sticking explosives up their butt and blowing everyone up.

the future is going to be CRAZY! I can't wait to see what else lies ahead.

Better Home and garden

This past week has been insanely hectic. As gregory's 1 week holiday he decided that instead of going to the south of France, Spain, Portugal,or even the ardennens, he would do home improvements. I agreed because I too wanted that poo-poo brown color gone asap, even though I would have preferred staying in our friends house by the beach in the south of France for free with free food and drink but whatever.

day1: thrift shopping for new furniture. Found the perfect coffee table and a small lamp aswell. 2 gold mirrors for a look we're going for in the living room and even a couple of trinkets for my little sewing room/spare bedroom (that has no spare bed) lunch. nap. DIY store for paint n shit. Other visits here and there. 7pm: begin 1st coat of paint in the living room. 12am: fall into bed.

day2: 2nd coat of paint first thing after breakfast and dragging gregory's near lifeless body out of bed. Tried to go to a place called depo-rama because we're looking for a "L" couch but we cant find the right one. But depo-rama is closed until september3. Belgian's and their insane holidays. Few hours later 3rd coat of paint.

day3: 4th and final coat of paint to nicely cover all the poo-poo brown. Went to other thrift stores but didn't find anything appealing. Pealed off the paper on the chimney. It left a mess. Decided we needed the help of gregory's dad to patch up the mess. That wouldn't be until the next day. Went out for a drink instead of doing more work.

day 4: pretty exhausted. Cranky all day. Visited gregory's dad's house and grandfather's house to gather supplies to prepare the chimney for new wallpaper. Drive to gent to go to a wallpaper store that sells retro 70's print. Pick out paper. Visit 2 clothing stores and get nothing for me! Buy a stupid CD for Gregory. Go home. Sleep on the ride back. Not long enough. Watch a movie at dimitri's and fall asleep on his couch. Go home at 1.30am

day 5: slept till 10.30am. it was aweome. Gregory and his dad put up sheet rock or whatever for the chimney. I did girlie chores like putting my kidie pool away and washing bathrooms n stuff. Gregory went to the skate park to get drunk (considering how he is on holiday n all) didn't come home till 2am. I was pissed. He puked and I was glad.

day 6 (today): STILL putting shit up for the chimney (how many men does it take to fix 1 tiny wall?) I went to spinning. It was hard today, the last 20 minutes the lady didn't stop at all and I thought I was going to dehydrate and turn to dust right there. But I didn't. I made it and sucked down all my water at the end. Got home and the paper STILL isn't put up, surely this afternoon I'm told. Gregory sitting on his ass while the house is a disaster. Couldn't be bothered to pick up I suppose.

and that's been my crazy week with Gregory home. Oh yeah, this was also suppose to be "crazy Dutch week" but we only made it through 2 1/2 days of consistent non stop Dutch talking.

Dear Friday,

10 highlights of the week:

10. cooler weather. i love the feeling of early fall. mm.

9. e-mails from old friends

8. spinning

7. the good feeling from spinning

6. laughing lots

5. out of laundry detergent so i didnt have to do laundry this week

4. finally getting into my book

3. eating take out chinese with friends, and getting the chips with it too!

2. gregory coming home at 5 one day

1. my tax return money from the U.S. treasury!

crikes

I just found out about the terrorist threats that happened in London yesterday. wonderful that I'm flying to London to Boston, eh.

apparently in London there are no carry on bags allowed anymore. Does this include purses? Because if so I'll be pissed. You cant carry any liquids on, including toothpaste and cream! Or have any bottles of any kind!! So when I'm dying of thirst I can no longer reach into my carryon and pull out that bottle of water. when I think my skin might fall off I can no longer put lotion on. I think if they're going to ban this stuff they need to invent a new way for people to stay hydrated and moist on a plane.

in all seriousness though I think that's really scary. Those crazy terrorists keep thinking of new ways to bomb planes. I don't understand why though. What happened to the days where people flew for pleasure, not for killing people?

pretty soon no one is going to be able to bring anything on a plane with them. Everyone will have to be stripped down of their clothes and handed an airport issued, disposable jump suite with feet (like feetie pj's) and perhaps after a while of that, they'll loosen up and hand out little free sample size of vaseline. Maybe those evian spray bottle thingies. All kind of free sample toiletries you can purchase for a one time use. There will be bathroom monitors. But I guess you risk someone shoving some kind of explosive up their butt, and since their suicide bombers anyway, they could always still take a shit and blow the plane up that way.

feeling: scared

theres either an insanely huge rat trying to gnaw its way through the wall, a ghost making a bunch of racket, or my neighbor doing something crazy on the other side. but let me tell you, theres alot of unexplained, scary sounds coming from my wall. and if its my neighbor, i should throw meatballs at his back door. because before i figured out the area of the sound i thought for sure someone had broke into my back door and was making alot of noise throughout my house. if its an insanely huge rat..i'll just arm myself with bug repelant (the only available thing thats highly poisonous and conviently packaged into an airisol can) and a high stool until the boy comes home to save the say. if its a ghost: well, lets just hope it isnt, ok.

Let's go fly a kite!

last night was perfect kite flying weather. unfortunatly dimitri's backyard was not perfect kite flying grounds, with the trees, powerlines and general house stuff for the kite to get caught in. we managed for a little while, though. the next time it gets windyenough we're going to a field by our house that is perfect for kite flying because theres nothing in the way.

gregory's grandpa gave me this super awesome kite thats superly old. gregory flew it as a child, as did his dad! its of an indian and the kite has the loooongest tail, which is the indian headdress. or is it impolite to say indian these days? i think they're going with "first nation's people." yeah so i have a first nation person kite. (indian sounds cooler)

i tried to have pictures taken but, as we were flying it after 10pm, it was a bit too dark for good pictures. i have a few that i was able to brighten up:


silly pictures: