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I found this beat up old sewing table discarded in an alley this week. It fits perfectly in the empty spot we had.

I found this beat up old sewing table discarded in an alley this week. It fits perfectly in the empty spot we had.

Last of the photo spam, I promise. This is the photooftheday theme. Corner of your home. I am NOT happy with my current home, but I loved the kitchen window at our previous house. The neighborhood was nowhere near as good, but the house was much better. Trade-offs.  Well, come to think of it, it was a more expensive neighborhood-people just weren’t as neighborly as they are here, and our front door was away from the street, so we rarely interacted with anyone.

Last of the photo spam, I promise. This is the photooftheday theme. Corner of your home. I am NOT happy with my current home, but I loved the kitchen window at our previous house. The neighborhood was nowhere near as good, but the house was much better. Trade-offs.  Well, come to think of it, it was a more expensive neighborhood-people just weren’t as neighborly as they are here, and our front door was away from the street, so we rarely interacted with anyone.

Music collection, via the Selby ⇢
Sophia came across this photo over the weekend, and I thought I’d share it with you guys. This was taken several years ago (2004?), in the front yard of the house where we live now.  This is the kind of town we’re in.  The red arrows point to my kids. The green arrows point to friends who used to live in this house, while we lived two blocks away.  Those three girls moved out of state, so we only see them on facebook now.  The blue arrows point to friends who are still local, although at different high schools from my oldest now.
It’s funny, because when we moved to this town, we had three weeks to find a house for rent, and we happened to see a sign in a front yard and make a phone call.  After moving in, we discovered that the previous owners before our landlords were new friends of ours.  We also made friends with plenty more people in the community, including several on the block where we now live.  It took a few years, but we ended up in this same house where my girls had already been for many a sleepover.  Nick rents an office four blocks from home, and I calculated once that we know something like 67 people in those four blocks.  That’s a pretty good feeling.

Sophia came across this photo over the weekend, and I thought I’d share it with you guys. This was taken several years ago (2004?), in the front yard of the house where we live now.  This is the kind of town we’re in.  The red arrows point to my kids. The green arrows point to friends who used to live in this house, while we lived two blocks away.  Those three girls moved out of state, so we only see them on facebook now.  The blue arrows point to friends who are still local, although at different high schools from my oldest now.

It’s funny, because when we moved to this town, we had three weeks to find a house for rent, and we happened to see a sign in a front yard and make a phone call.  After moving in, we discovered that the previous owners before our landlords were new friends of ours.  We also made friends with plenty more people in the community, including several on the block where we now live.  It took a few years, but we ended up in this same house where my girls had already been for many a sleepover.  Nick rents an office four blocks from home, and I calculated once that we know something like 67 people in those four blocks.  That’s a pretty good feeling.

Coming home with the last child. Is it silly for a street to make you happy?

Coming home with the last child. Is it silly for a street to make you happy?

This picture makes me smile. My little one brought me a bunch of sourgrass one morning. I stuck it in an old tin milk can, I’d bought at a neighbor’s garage sale.  But Sophia thought it was missing something and decorated it with the plastic tiara from her 6th birthday.  Weeds can make your kitchen happy!

This picture makes me smile. My little one brought me a bunch of sourgrass one morning. I stuck it in an old tin milk can, I’d bought at a neighbor’s garage sale.  But Sophia thought it was missing something and decorated it with the plastic tiara from her 6th birthday.  Weeds can make your kitchen happy!

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:p  Passed our old house on a walk this morning.  It used to be pale yellow with blue trim, which was a better fit for the neighborhood. It was built in 1929, and had fabulous built-ins, a chandelier over the dining table and arched doorways.  Because it was refurbished, it also had a dishwasher, 2 full baths, and a walk-in closet.  There were only 3 bedrooms, but it had a mother-in-law cottage out back that could have been a 4th, or could have been a great area for parties or to make an art studio or office for Nick.  There was really room for it to serve more than one function.
Unfortunately, the owners had bought a million dollar house in “the hills” so that the wife’s mother could move in with them (not sure why she couldn’t use the cute cottage), and they eventually realized they were losing $900 a month renting to us and the photographer who lived in the back.  So they gave us a month’s notice to get out.  They were pretty much the world’s worst landlords, just showing up at the door whenever they felt like it.  One day a work crew knocked on my bedroom door and told me that I had to move everything I didn’t want power cleaned.  Good thing I was dressed!  The ironic thing was that the husband was a lawyer, but he left all those decisions to his wife—a school teacher who had just gotten her real estate license.
We would have loved to buy the house, but they tried to sell it for $900,000.00 and wouldn’t lower the price.  The best house on the block (with an oversized lot) had sold for $779,000.00 in a better market.  The house sat empty for 2 years.  I can’t even imagine how much money they ended up losing.  But I still miss that house.
(Taken with picplz.)

My caption got eaten. I’ll edit later.

:p  Passed our old house on a walk this morning.  It used to be pale yellow with blue trim, which was a better fit for the neighborhood. It was built in 1929, and had fabulous built-ins, a chandelier over the dining table and arched doorways.  Because it was refurbished, it also had a dishwasher, 2 full baths, and a walk-in closet.  There were only 3 bedrooms, but it had a mother-in-law cottage out back that could have been a 4th, or could have been a great area for parties or to make an art studio or office for Nick.  There was really room for it to serve more than one function.

Unfortunately, the owners had bought a million dollar house in “the hills” so that the wife’s mother could move in with them (not sure why she couldn’t use the cute cottage), and they eventually realized they were losing $900 a month renting to us and the photographer who lived in the back.  So they gave us a month’s notice to get out.  They were pretty much the world’s worst landlords, just showing up at the door whenever they felt like it.  One day a work crew knocked on my bedroom door and told me that I had to move everything I didn’t want power cleaned.  Good thing I was dressed!  The ironic thing was that the husband was a lawyer, but he left all those decisions to his wife—a school teacher who had just gotten her real estate license.

We would have loved to buy the house, but they tried to sell it for $900,000.00 and wouldn’t lower the price.  The best house on the block (with an oversized lot) had sold for $779,000.00 in a better market.  The house sat empty for 2 years.  I can’t even imagine how much money they ended up losing.  But I still miss that house.

(Taken with picplz.)

Is cooking really cheaper than fast food? ⇢

mattgorman:

squeetothegee:

tehblackbird:

nanner:

nanner:

tehblackbird:

Thank you, Mother Jones.

ORGANIC LENTILS! WHOLE FOODS! TRADER JOES! KALE!! LENTILSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

Also where the fuck do they sell a nickel’s worth of salt and pepper? Or any spice for that matter?

You have to buy that shit by the bottle and it ain’t always cheap and you have reliable storage.

BUT LENTILLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLS.

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Fucking lentils man.

Well, if you lived in Denmark, you’d be charged a fat tax for eating the wrong foods.  I know quite a few homeless people who live on fast food-they have no place to cook or store staples.

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