Today’s the day. Training for the walk has begun.
10 mile out-and-back route along the Long Beach bike path, here we come.
Champagne Dreams, Beer Budget
Big ideas come with big price tags as it turns out. While you can pretty much achieve your dream pizza at home on a budget, turning a busted backyard into a California chill palace is a horse of a different color.
So now it’s time to get creative. I’m going to be taking lawn-to-garden classes provided by the Long Beach Water Department to learn how to transform a guzzling money pit into an efficient and classy spot to lounge. Additionally, I’m going to scavenge the flea market and warehouse sales this weekend looking for tables, chairs, odds and ends.
Hopefully I can find a sweet spot between my champagne dreams and beer budget…
Building Rome
All this talk of bursting makes me want a vintage sunburst mirror for the house now…
Taking the risk of sounding like a huge asshole, I’m going to say that I’m feeling pretty stressed right now. I know that I am extremely fortunate to have been able to purchase a home – anywhere, let alone in Southern California. However, right now I am tackling the overwhelming sense of chaotic compartmentalism.
I don’t think that is a thing. I may have just made it up, but what it means to me is this: having all your things “organized” in a way such that everything is together and apart all at once. It’s the feeling you have when you don’t know where your keys are and you’re running 40 minutes late for work. The knot in your stomach when all you need is a brush, but you can’t remember which box you put it in. (The bedroom box? The bathroom box?)
Everything is all over the place. Like all the tiny pieces that make each day run smoothly were tossed about in a sudden burst of “GOOD LUCK, SUCKER!” -ness.
This weekend is going to be about hardcore organization. Bringing everything back to where it should be. Now, where are my friggin sunglasses?
Color Commentary
As we wait to receive the keys to Little Boca, I’m tasked with picking up the paint for the currently brown walls. I’m not a fan of brown, and I feel confident in the two choices I’ve made.
The first is called Lemon Chiffon (uhm, yea, it sounds fancy and looks radass).
The second is Aloe and it should good well with the former.
I think that these two coupled with some white variations of them will brighten up the entire house. It’s going to feel bigger, cleaner and happier. Perfect for spring. Fingers crossed.
Introducing: Little Boca!
It has obviously been quiet around here lately, but for good reason. The mister and I have been on a house hunt – and the hunt is OVAH! 
Little Boca has been purchased and we move in next Sunday. We’re so pumped to start this adventure together, and to enjoy our very own space. Olive and Frank will be very happy with the massive yard, too.
So, I now feel compelled to warn you that future posts may focus on new recipes, design inspiration, DIY project reports, etc. Basically an HGTV fangirl page – only with way more booze. Like, a lot of booze.
Looking forward to an incredible summer spent outside, tan skin, pizza parties, nachos and cool summer draaaanks.
Quick updates:
- House is being painted this week
- Fridge and washer/dryer set are delivered Saturday
- Big move-in will happen Sunday
- Inspiration/Progress board
“I Meant Something Like That”
Okay, it’s true.
It’s been kind of quiet here on the old lady’s blog.
Whatever, it’s just me here. I got busy with major life-altering problems – GET OFF MY BACK!
Seriously though, lemme share something with you that just broke my life AGAIN. This fucking kiss happened on last night’s New Girl. I can’t even breathe.
After I gaze at this gif for a few hours, I will try to put something together for a real post and get back in the swing of things.
Fairy Godmothering: Open the doors, see all the people
And hopefully there will be a first time I get it 100% right.
Here’s the church, and here’s the steeple
Open the door and see all the people.
Here’s the parson going upstairs, And here he is saying his prayers.
Oh, THERE’S the church, and THERE’S the steeple! Now, if only there were a way to easily keep track of all the books, and missals and gestures and responses…
In this edition of Fairy Godmothering I’d like to briefly vent about the difficulty I’m having navigating the many traditions of a Catholic Mass.
First of all, there’s like 7 BOOKS TO FOLLOW (really only 2), and a response card and then a print-out. Where do I start? I have to get there early to find the right pages to be on, and then just when I think I’m ahead of the game – BAM BAH-BAM – they start singing some other song I can’t find. So, throw to me scrambling, flipping pages wildly, mumbling out-of-tune alleluias to myself…
Then there’s the knees, stand, sit action. For the most part, I have an idea of when it stand BECAUSE THE PREIST TELLS ME. But, when do I kneel? Do I wait until the woman in front of me does? Oh shoot, she was just going to grab a sermon book. Oh wait, now that guy is kneeling, this must be it. Wait, no he was just picking up the bottle his baby dropped. Now? Oh, NOW! Sigh.
All I’m sayin’s is that I really need a crash course in the timing and motions of a Sunday morning mass. At this point, my favorite part is when I get to say “peace” to the people around me. That feels petty fresh.
John’s baptism is tomorrow. Here’s hoping I don’t screw THAT up. This is the big show now. Need to bring my A-game.
