My favorite place that I have visited would undoubtedly be Italy, My father and his wife have gone to Italy six times. As we sat around on Christmas reminiscing about the trip that we took together in August, I expressed my interest in going back and my dad's wife said, "Now you understand why we've gone six times and are looking to go back again. Italy is magic." And she was exactly right.
You asked many, many questions, for which I have many, many answers. Here goes:
1) Spike, while still muy, muy, caliente, is indeed a nutless wonder. I am a firm believer in responsible pet ownership, so as much as I would have loved to have dozens of little hotness monsters prowling my neighborhood, I neutered him when he was six months old.
2) My favorite smell would have to be the smell of a homemade apple pie cooking in the oven. The delicious combination of cinnamon and baking apples reminds me of every family get together or holiday from my childhood.
3) The worst thing ever said to me at work was said by a coworker when I let out a somewhat forceful sneeze. He stood up at his desk, turned around toward me and screamed at the top of his lungs "Make us all deaf, why don't you?" I know that my sneezes would not fall under the description of "delicate", but his reaction was obviously the result of his narcotic drug use and general low IQ.
I currently have shades of brown, green and blue flowing harmoniously from my living room through to my kitchen. The key to managing that flow of colors from room to room is to pick and use secondary colors. For example, if your living room is open to your entrance hall, use the secondary (accent) color in your LR fabrics and accessories in the LR to paint the entrance way. This ensures a harmonious flow from one living space to the next.
What? You were expecting a smart-ass answer maybe? Sorry. This shiz is serious.
I hate to be repetitive, but my most memorable event from last year was my trip to Italy. As a woman of (ahem) advancing years who had never traveled any further out of the USA than Aruba, I was completely unprepared for the beauty of the architecture, the landscape, the people and the food.
When we first pulled in to Florence, we came in on the opposite side of the river from the city. We were having difficulty finding our hotel, so we pulled into what looked like a huge parking lot. What it really was was the Piazza Michelangelo, which is a monument to the artist and a scenic overlook to the city of Florence. One look at that breathtakingly beautiful city and I felt my breath catch in my chest as I literally went weak in the knees. It was an unforgettable moment.
My most memorable non-event would have to be the break up of my son's band. Big whoop, right? But I had grown very used to having a den full of teenagers every weekend and even more used to knowing that my so was doing something productive, creative and (most importantly) that I knew where he was. I didn't realize how sad it would make me not to have that activity until it was gone. The good news is that he has two new bands and, while he is taking both of them far less seriously than the prior band, my house is once again filled with music and jokes about genitals (they're 14 year old boys, I expect nothing less).
Does Spike always come back? Although he gets by on his good looks much of the time, Spike is smart enough to know when he's got a good thing. He knows that for every time that he goes out to do his business, that he gets to come back in. Each re-entry makes him eligible to have his food dish refilled. It takes nothing more than a quick brush against our legs for us to merrily fill his food bowl again. I guess that's what it's like when Megan Fox goes to a bar. One brush past an empty headed dude and her glass is refilled.
Here's the 411 on Spike - My mother is a crazy cat lady. When I got married, she went bonkers with some kind of empty nest syndrome and started feeding all the cats in the neighborhood. Those that she could get close enough to pet and pick up, ended up in the house as spayed/neutered house cats. Those who were skittish, remained feral and had litter upon litter of kittens under her shed.
One day my son was playing in her backyard. He was just shy of three years old. All of a sudden, out of nowhere, this little gray and black stripped kitten ambles up to him, all friendly-like and got right in the middle of what he was playing with. My son knew that the cats in grandma's yard were afraid of people, so he was surprised and delighted by his new found friend.
My mother watched the entire thing in complete disbelief. As soon as they came in for lunch, she immediately called me at work to tell me that my little guy had made friends with a feral kitten. How could we not keep him? In a way, Spike chose my son. My son bestowed the name Spike upon the little fella, after the dog from Rugrats.
To this day, Spike comes running at the sound of my son's voice, sleeps on his bed and generally looks hot for him. He's a great cat. I hope he lives forever.
Wow, that's quite a story. I think that if you network and start reading and commenting on blogs that you used to visit (just like you did on this one) you can rebuild. I'll be back. And those that read my blog that remember you will likely come back too. I linked your name back to your site. Everyone! Go visit Kimberly!
Here's the story behind the name of my blog - I initially created this blog so that I could chronicle and share the trials and tribulations of a bathroom remodel that we were doing with family and friends. It was never intended to be something that I would make regular contributions to, but that's how it ended up. Once I started writing, I couldn't stop. It was just too much fun and I was meeting too many cool people (like you) to stop.
Oh, you want another music video? OK, being that the last music video came from my trip to Italy, I thought this one was apropos:
1) Do you think I should start a blog that chronicles my response e-mails to all the spam I get, namely the ones that offer me $5,000,000,000.00 from an uncle/friend/dying person I never met? - YES! I think that's brilliant and you will never run out of material.
2) Do you say Long Island or LonGiland? Multi-part answer:
Zero Cosmos - Long Island
1 - 5 Cosmos - Lawnguyliind
6+ Cosmos - hmammnmnerglefft (drool)
3) No, I am not afraid that my family tree has ties to the Sicilian Mob because, hello? Awesome! Imagine the designer shoes and bags I could score for nuthin.
Stories about the kids? Strangely, I never seem to run out. What is that about anyway?
Well, what would Christmas be if we did not terrorize our families? Right? This year’s Christmas break saw my two little darlings locked in a battle of Facebook hackery, where they each tried to outdo each other by posting the most embarrassing/unflattering picture of the other. Needless to say, much fighting, yelling and general hilarity ensued. I’ll tell you this, I was so thrilled for the first day back to school that I found religions, yes, I said "religions". As in ALL OF THEM. And I offered praise and thanks to the collective deities of the world, for sending my children back to school.
Here's a random picture of Brownie, lookin all cute:
Mom of the Perpetually Grounded,
Am I ready for another bathroom? Hell to the mothereffin NO. Do I "need" to redo another one? Sadly, yes. And a powder room. Collective deities of the universe, give me strength.
1) Hey, I hate to go all "traditional" on you, but the standard answer to this is the best -
A woodchuck would chuck as much wood a a woodchuck could if a woodchuck could chuck wood.
Maybe a better version of that question is "How much tree would Woody Harrelson smoke if Woody Harrelson could smoke tree? Now that's much more quantifiable.
2) My choice between unwashed bedsheets or bath towel? I would tie the two together and escape out the window of the filthy house that has no washing machine.
3) If I were in a band, I would call it the Dee Grundy and the Electric Toilet. That's not really my name, but it fits with the toilet, in some unexplainable way.