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Alert the media

There are alphabets in my oatmeal!

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‘C’ is the first letter of my first name!  My last name,  too!

What can it mean?

From a ladder

It hurts to raise my arms.

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I painted my bathroom today, then recaulked my tub.

Even typing hurts.

Home improvement begats very short blogs.

Hang in there

You can find art — and drama — almost anywhere.

Case in point:

hang in there

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Of course, I still argue that the toilet paper (and the desperate couple pictured here) should be clinging to life on the back side of the roll.

That’s how I was raised. That’s how I roll.

Statistics say I’m in the minority with 80 percent of folks adopting the over-the-roll method.

Sad that so many people are wrong.

Home on the range

I had never watched HGTV until a recent trip to Lexington, Kentucky. After a weekend with my friends Vikki and Ella, I was hooked, and now HGTV is the official background noise in my apartment.

Sorry, Food Network. You’ve been replaced.

love it or list itA show that I now see a bit too often is Love It or List It.

A realtor and a home designer vie to fix the problems of a homeowner.

The realtor looks for a suitable new purchase. The home designer rehabs the current house on a set budget.  At the end of the program, the homeowners to have decide to “love it or list it.”

Way too often the owners keep the current house even though the designer wasn’t able to fix their problems, and the realtor found a home that met all their list of must-haves.

Why can’t people leave their trouble-filled homes?  Is it inertia?  Nostalgia for four walls with a roof?

I just don’t get it.

I have lived in nine different places since I moved out on my own, three of which I have owned, and I never shed a tear when I moved on to the next one…especially if the new place better met my needs.

Am I heartless?  Hopeless?

List it, baby, list it.

 

Brain teaser

I have a pop quiz for you today on The Egg:

Can you identify the objects below?

Hint: They are not candy.

(I know — it’s shocking, considering who is asking.)

Place your guess in the comments. The answer and additional information in Wednesday’s Egg!

Mite not

mattress
I just read on the Interwebs that the average household mattress contains 2 million dust mites.

I don’t share this because misery loves company.

I just wonder:

Where did dust mites live before mattresses were invented?

Mattresses with linen or cotton covers didn’t appear until the mid-18th century.  Were dust mites nomadic before that time?  Did man’s invention change their way of life?  Make them fat and lazy?

Are dust mites bigger and scarier now then they used to be??

I won’t be sleeping tonight.

Uptown girl

When we were young, my sister and I spent many a fun-filled afternoon playing “camping” with our Barbie dolls — and our brother’s GI Joe action figures — in our family’s formal living room.

(Other than Christmas, it was the best use of that room.)

The green carpet was obviously the grassy forest floor. We used Kleenex as sleeping bags. And Dr. Seuss books tilted open were the perfect tents. Plus, GI Joe had a jeep, so there were lots of four wheelin’ and other shenanigans.

Those were simpler times. Barbie wanted simpler things.

Today’s doll?

barbie camping

Embarrassing.