I've got my arms wide open for the summertime.
Today, as I was contemplating what to write for my second blog post on Zinch, I took as nasty spill down the stairs. This incident has led me to a conclusion: I hate this house. The way my butt is feeling right now automatically gives me a free pass to use the world "hate" and not feel bad about it.Fortunately, I didn't topple down in some crazy tumbling fashion and land on my neck. I slipped, I slid, I nearly broke my ass. Those stairs are ridiculous and you have to step sideways on them because they're too small to fit your whole foot on. Silly me, I forgot to walk sideways. Ugg.
Also-- I have to live for, wait--I DONT KNOW HOW LONG, with those horrible white walls and their sponged on blue paint. And the prickly plaster effect which I so dearly hate. Dad is putting up dry wall before I paint. This is good because 1.) It'll be easier to paint over 2.) The room will stay warmer and 3.)I hate the prickly plaster effect. But, on the down side, my room is hideous and I have nowhere to put anything nor do I hold the desire to even begin unpacking. I'll be living out of boxes for the next few weeks.
This house is cold--the gillion heaters are useless.
The upstairs is hideous--it's staying that way for awhile.
The stairs tried to kill me--they will continue to do this.
Just keep in mind folks,
bigger isn't always better.
On Saturday, January 31, 2009 at 9:12 AM
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