Yesss

The Dude is in. I'm officially a landlady. Success!

So... back to life, I suppose. Hubby put some music on my mobile for me, which is a whole new reason for me to love the iPhone. Unlike an iPod, the phone plays music out loud. You don't need headphones or speakers. And I can plug it right into the car stereo, just like an iPod. Tonight I'm going to start some knitting. Some kind of iPhone cozy, perhaps. There's a frog hat I am going to make for Nico, and then Livi is going to need some kind of cutesy woven goods to match the winter coat she'll be wearing. I'm so happy to have time to do stuff again.

Who ARE you people?

Today I was looking at the kids. They're growing so fast lately, I can see from day to day how their little faces are changing. Nico doesn't have that "baby face" anymore. Now he's a little boy, with a little boy face. And Livi now has a baby face instead of that newborn look. She just turned six months old yesterday, and I can hardly believe it. She does the cutest thing now where she looks at me, then puts her hands on my cheeks, then hugs my face and makes a growly noise. And tonight she got so excited about her new pajamas. That's my girl!

This two kids thing... I love it.

Purge! Purge!

The cleanout has begun. I must be on a high roll from emptying out the condo. Last night I went to pull some dishwasher tabs out from under Mom's kitchen sink and I was struck with the sudden desire to clean the whole cabinet. Out came everything, and I called Mom over and we went through, one by one, the bottles and cans. Whatever could go, went. About half the contents of the cabinet ended up in the trash, and then I proceeded to wipe down the cabinet floor and insides of the doors.

After I was done with that, I asked Mom, "So... what exactly on this kitchen windowsill can you absolutely not live without?" *big grin* Mom pointed out two Coke bottles that must, must, must stay. Then she hinted at the need for the pantry and the cabinets over the stove to be organized. I'm taking that as permission to go forth and clean. So that's as good as done, it just has to actually be, you know... done. Today Frank's still here so we are putting the crib and toddler bed together. I also asked Mom if I could paint my old room, which is again mine for the time being. So there's that, too. I'll get through those things and see where we're at. Right now we are busy deciding what kind of dog to get Nico when we have our own house. Woo!

1. Pop. 2. Drink.

Last night I learned a new trick. Proudly, I am telling you that I can pop open a beer bottle using a cigarette lighter. Sha-ZAM!

Hangin' out

Tonight Frank and I were hangin' out with our (Mom's) neighbors and we had a great time. Joei and Ray are our age, parents of three, and we so enjoyed being at their house all relaxing on the porch. (Say it like Fay saying it like Borat) Nice, I like! High five, vanilla face!

Today we were at the condo finishing up some junk, and for whatever reason, I said that Frank was very adept at something... and he, in turn, said I was... oh wait, no, he said I was very adept at painting, that I had done a great job with the patch paint for the nail holes in the wall... and I didn't quite hear him and he repeated himself, saying that I was inept (inserting inept where he originally said adept) and I was totally thrown off. As I am now, retelling it. But anyway, I asked him how it can be that he has no idea what a pea coat is, yet he can make a joke interchanging the words adept and inept, and he knows perfectly well what they mean. Sometimes I feel he has a high self opinion for no reason, but after this wordplay I'm not quite sure what to think.

Saturday evening conversation of a mixed race couple

Tonight I stumbled upon this site. After reading the first entry there about pea coats, I was giggling and Frank walked into the room.

Frank: What's so funny?
Me: This site called Stuff White People Like.
Frank: And what do white people like today?
Me: Pea coats.
Frank: (looking confused) What?
Me: Pea coats. Pea coats? Pea? (pretending to put a jacket on) Coats?
Frank: Pee-coes?
Me: (pointing to the photo on screen) Pea coats.
Frank: Oh! Pea coats.
Me: You are obviously not white.
Frank: No, I am not.

It is clear I will be returning to read more about the many things enjoyed by white people, while Hubby will not. I am particularly amused that he owns a pea coat, and he still had no idea what I was saying.