Moving...again...

Ok, I'm not actually moving until this summer.  BUT, I like to be prepared.

I've spent the last year accumulating teal, blue and green accessories, and they are here to stay!  For the next year or so anyway...I have a short attention span.  And after years of male roommates and their cliched love of dark brown furniture, I'm lightening things up.

I really want a light gray sofa and it needs to be feminine.  I'm craving some femininity.  The current front runner is American Furniture Warehouse's Camille Graphite Sofa.  Paired with two white durahide tub chairs, AFW also.  Durahide is key for white furniture for me.  As anal retentive as I am, I manage to still be messy.  The TV stand is actually a dresser from Ikea.  I'll either leave it gray or paint it white.  Decisions decisions.  I'm thinking I'll cut off the drawer face and reattach it with hinges.  Then I can hide the DVD player and cable box, but flip the face down when I need to use them.  And of course, they'll still pull out for access because it's a drawer.  I'm utterly pleased with this idea.

The rug was just a fun color and I love it!  On it will be a coffee table just like this one.  I can't wait to make this!  The green will be perfect and I love doors!  It'll match a bunch of blue and green door artwork that I have.

 

These curtains may be completely over the top...but I'm really hoping once I move and see it all together that they're not.  I keep visiting them online and want to buy them!!  But patience and prudence have won out so far.  They could be magical for my navy and white spare room...but I digress.


I can't wait to decorate for myself.  Just me.  No male roommate banning flowers, disdaining anything pink, or raising their eyebrows when I come home with a new vase or set of candlesticks.  I'm kinda feeling like that zip-lining pig commercial.  Weeee weee weeeeeeee!  Pure adrenaline!  :)

Echelon Home Bedding Love

How much do I love this duvet cover by Echelon Home?  SO MUCH!
  
This color is "Peacock" and it also comes in "Midnight"...which would be perfect for my spare room!


It's available on Amazon and for a pretty reasonable price.  Reasonable to me means under $100.  However, I have a boy currently living in my spare room, so now isn't the time to invest in white bedding!  Why don't they appreciate all these little decorative details?

Stuff!

I realize I use my blog as a forum for bitching.  I'm ok with that.  I guess I just wanted that disclaimer out there...

Onto my next rant.  I really like my coworkers.  And I really like helping people.  However, I have this one coworker that just cannot seem to think for herself.  If she's unsure about anything, she asks me about it.  I have less seniority at work than she does and I'm also younger.  You would assume that she might be able to handle things.  When it comes to her computer, she is basically a barely-functioning illiterate.  She cannot figure ANYTHING out and she's always asking me to drop what I'm doing and help her.  What kills me is she doesn't even TRY to figure it out.  Her first reaction is to ask me.  Today she isn't sure how to open a PDF in an email attachment and save it to her computer.  REALLY!?!??!?!?!  She just hollered "Do I want to save it or open it?"  I said, I don't know, what do you want to do.  She said, "I want to save it."  Great job, way to think through that on your own, pumpkin.

My boss is well aware that I spend too much of my time acting as the unofficial office IT person.  She has informed the rest of the office that I am not to assist them with any issues they encounter with our new email system or any other technical issues.  That hasn't deterred any of them.

So like I said, I like my coworkers and I like helping people.  But why can't they TRY to think through their problem first before calling me??  Do they have no pride?  She just asked me, "This form says these records have a destruction date of 1/1/2009.  Does that mean they were destroyed?"  OH MY WORD!!!!!

C is for Cat

I was running late this morning and I had a terrible headache.  The nausea from the headache made brushing my teeth a gag marathon.  Short story - bad morning. 

So on the way to work, I put on a song that made me feel peppy and slurped away at my morning coffee.  Less than halfway to work a cat dashed across the road.  I slammed on my brakes and tried to avoid him...or her.  Without reliving the horror, let's just say I wasn't able to avoid the cat and I hit him...or her. 

I didn't see it behind me and I didn't see it run off.  So now I know I have mortally injured this poor creature.  I cried the rest of the way to work and at my desk a little bit.  I told the story twice today and cried both times.  Now I'm out of tissues and my headache has come back.

There's nothing like an accident to make you feel like a horrible person. 

Cowboy Take Me Away

More like, cowboy, where are you taking me?  Hopefully if someone is taking you somewhere, you at least know their first name.  This song sounds like a rape victim waiting to happen. 

Gunpowder and Lead...now that is a song I can get behind. 

I should take up song writing.  Or at least become a lyricist.  My songs would be more middle road...like:

You're cute, but I don't trust you yet. 
And don't hug me, when you're covered in sweat.

Or...

I'll flirt with you, but I'm gonna balk
Until I have time for your Facebook stalk
(honestly, how else do you do your research nowadays?)

How about...

I'm not your mom and I'm not your spouse
So try and clean your own damn house

Here I am...a bunch of wasted talent!

Aging

When the hell did I get older?  Just the other day I was in my early twentties and my only concerns were about partying and my social life.  Now I'm 30, working full time, griping about bills and preferring to stay home versus getting dolled up to "be seen" out at a bar.  Whaaaaaaat?

My friends that I thought would never mature are now wives and mothers.  Granted, children don't bring maturity, but most of my friends seem to have found it along the way.  It is hard to reconcile the girl I knew that danced on tables to the woman who now attends PTA!  Don't get me wrong, I'm glad a mother isn't out shaking her rear cheeks anymore, but when did we all change?

What the heck have I been doing that I've missed this?  Isn't 30 a little too young to be this creeped out by nostalgia?

Friday = Food Day

Most Fridays at work, our office orders in a lunch to share or brings in snacks.  Sometimes we invent occasions, sometimes there are actual ones to celebrate.  One co-worker completed her tenth year with the state, so we had to eat in honor of this milestone!

I opted for a giant chocolate chip cookie.  This is one of my favorite desserts and probably the reason I porked up every summer.  Mom's friend used to bring this everywhere and now I've stolen it as my own.  It's gotten popular with other friends and have been asked to share the recipe.  I thought I would post it here, so my sister has it to make when I come home to visit!  Assuming she still reads this...


Giant Chocolate Chip Cookie

1 box French vanilla cake mix

2 eggs
½ cup oil
½ tsp vanilla
½ bag chocolate chips

Preheat oven to 350 degrees.

Grease (a spray like Pam) round pizza pan (the disposable pans are great) and set aside.

In a medium bowl, stir together cake mix, eggs, oil and vanilla. Once mixed, add chocolate chips. With your hands, press dough into the greased pan until evenly spread. Bake for 15-17 minutes until top turns golden. Remove and let cool before eating.

Enjoy!!  And remember, I love this and you should all invite me over next time you make it.  :)