being done We have oodles of snow today. It’s blowy and windy and full of all kinds of sloppy white stuff. I don’t know if you can see this in this picture, but I could only open the outer door about half way before there was too much snow. Also, check out the snow on the interior door’ yeah, I was a lazy ass and didn’t put the storm window on the outer door. That’s what I get.
This one was taken around 3:00 pm. The Monte is currently buried as I’m writing this. For point of reference, we had ZERO snow yesterday.
You can see my potted plant from summer there, deader than deadonia. Ok, so I didn’t do much winterizing around the house this year. I had other things on my agenda, all right?
Here’s the neighbors across the street. Not only do they keep their Xmas lights up all year, they actually keep them turned on too. You can actually see how much it’s snowing in this picture’ those bright blobs were snowflakes. You can see that they haven’t actually plowed our street yet’ but I’m sure if I lived in Roadie’s town, it would be done by now. The little maple tree on the left of the picture is where our front yard meets the road.
Of course, the snow didn’t stop me from cruising through Starbucks this morning. Unsurly Girl was there and chided Esteban for ordering incorrectly, which was very humorous. We then went to Perkins because Esteban promised me that they had exquisite French toast there. They didn’t, but it was ok, as I had been very happy with my Vanilla Caffe Mocha just the same. I have a bit of a headache now, and I think I’m coming off the caffeine. Note to self: forge way through snow to get some diet Coke.
Tilly used this as an excuse to sleep. See’. I told you see was evil. Finally, photographic proof.
Esteban and I, on the other hand, were quite fastidious today. I put the new glass cabinet pulls on our freshly painted cupboards. There was a bit of a conundrum as it turns out that the original drawer pulls were 96mm size and the door handles were 3″. I just measured the handles and bought all 3″ size. My bad. Luckily, a quick trip down to Esteban’s workshop in the basement with a drill transformed the drawers into having 3″ holes.
Power tools rock.
Here is the fugly that was our kitchen cupboards BEFORE. Yes. Someone actually took the time to paint them this way. As far as we could tell, they painted with a whisk broom. What is even more mind-boggling: we actually have lived with them this way for five years.
Here’s the AFTER. Still not the purtiest cupboards around, but the word ‘hideous’ no longer comes to mind.
I think the hardware is worth more than the actual cupboards at this point, but I’m pleased with them.
UncleBob reminded me yesterday that Atlanta is also home to my owner and master Coca-Cola. I’m their little bitch. They slap me on the ass and say, “Who’s your daddy?” I seem to remember that there is some kind of thing at the Coke tour where you can make your own bottle of Coke, but maybe I’m mixing that up with M&M Mars factory tour. Can anyone confirm or deny this? Either way, I’m totally stoked for this trip.
I’m sincerely hoping that Atlanta is warm and lovely when we get there this week. I will be all sorts of pouty if it is cold and miserable there. Well, not around Badsnake, because I’m a little afraid she’ll kick my ass. Note to self: must write Jodie Foster essay.
I had a dream about visiting The Rancho Lesbiano last night. I don’t remember much of it, but I remember that Angel the dog was being a sweetheart and vaguely something about everyone wearing glasses. It’s all very fuzzy. And then it twisted’in the dream, the reason I was in town was to play Scarlett O’Hara in a theatre production of Gone With The Wind and I was very concerned because Scarlett had a 19 inch waist or something and I was thinking I probably wouldn’t be a very accurate portrayal of Scarlett, but Esteban scoffed and said that I embodied Scarlett because I’m spoiled, don’t like to get my hands dirty and hate turnips. I was all concerned that I would look dumb in those big hoops skirts but then I decided, “fiddle dee dee” and I’d just think about it tomorrow. And the woman who played the Hattie McDaniel role, Mammy, was this little wispy thing. It was like every body type in the thing was backwards, but she was trying to convince me that this was historically accurate, that slaves were skinny and the gentry were plump, but the 1939 movie was skewed to reflect the beauty bias of the time. But I was still nervous, running around backstage in my bloomers, fretting, with my rosacea all red, looking like an overwrought Raggedy Ann doll.
Honestly, I don’t really identify with Scarlett at all. I love that movie, but if I had been her, I would have decided that Ashley was just a big wuss and concentrated on one of the Tarleton boys instead. Of course, due to my messed up dysfunctional relationship DNA, I would have dumped whichever Tarleton then in favor of the bad boy Rhett. But then, I probably wouldn’t have been popular like Scarlett, because I’d have eaten ribs with gusto at that barbecue at Twelve Oaks. I also would have slapped that whiny Suellen silly for being such a pain in the ass. But that’s just me. And I would have wanted Belle Watkins to be my best friend rather than that sanctimonious Melanie.
Freud said that dreams about playing a role on the stage represents a fear of being unprepared. Before our wedding, I had a dream that I was to play a portly Dorothy in The Wizard Of Oz but my dress didn’t fit. In real life, my dress was going to need to be altered (it needed to be let out two inches in the hooters and then taken in several inches in the waist, because apparently Alfred Angelo uses a big fucking barrel to design his plus size line). I find it interesting the way these patterns can repeat. I have a ton of things to do before we go, including packing, cleaning out my car, getting the oil changed, buying a wedding present, figuring out a road plan, purchasing road trip supplies, etc. I’m going to be frantic by Wednesday, of this I am certain.
If past history is any indicator, the Nazis, a psychotic Foghorn Leghorn, and the troop leaders from my childhood Girl Scout troop should be popping into my dreams either tonight or tomorrow. I’ll keep you all posted.
