#226: Not in Kansas anymore.

Louisville has a lot nice parks and we are lucky enough to live near Cherokee Park, which has a great walking/running/biking path.  It was unseasonably warm a few weekends ago, so we went on a walk.  I came across some good-ass nature, including:

I saw a rainbow tree.


I am gifting the name to the tree; I did not look up the plant’s genus or species.  Right now, I’m proud for my ability to recite those science terms  from my 7th grade brain.  Good instruction, Mrs. Nash.   I digress.  The tree is shaped like a rainbow, so that’s what I called it.  Typically, I like to reserve posts for action-oriented new things, but this was visually stunning and deserved a post, IMHO.  Also, I’m really boring lately, so I haven’t done many new things.
Fun factor: 7


#221: I will DIY to bankruptcy, damnit!

Sorry for the delay.  It took me 6  months to find the password to this blog.  But you’re used to my abuse by now.  I’ve been working on the life-list ever so since we last gathered.  This post is about numero 6.

I now own property!

Brad and I moved to Louisville a few months ago and bought the cutest, sweetest little cupcake of a house and named her Victoria.  She was born in 1900 and has her flaws, but overall, she’s a doll.  We have been spending the kind of copious amounts of money that only DINKs are stupid enough to waste on buying new furniture, paint and other whatnots for the past few months.  Emergency fund shmamergency fund.

Vicki, looking autumnal:


A tiny glimpse into the kitchen:


And, quite possibly my favorite room.  Drumroll, please.

Paper By Shea’s World Headquarters (!!):


Fun factor: 10++++

#210: Come on baby, light my fire.

The thought of being responsible for a wood-burning fireplace is stressful to me.  Our newest pad has one and we broke it in a few weekends ago when my parents were in town.  Because people in their thirties need help from their parents with these sorts of things, get over it.  I finally got up the confidence to throw a chemically filled log on the barbie all by myself,  So:

I lit a fire by myself using fake firewood. 


Fun factor: 7

#203: Don’t Tell Mom the Babysitter is Teetering on the Edge of Sanity

My sister is blessed with reproductive talent.  She has four little ones, whom I adore when I’m not the adult responsible for all four of their lives, simultaneously.  The eldest is eight and the youngest is two.  This summer:

I babysat all four children at once.  Alone.

My Sweet Dear Mother was supposed to tag-team in on the gig.  She woke up with a headache (read: lightweight got hungover after drinking 4 beers over a 4 hour period) so I told her to just relax and stay home to get things done for Frankie’s impending surprise retirement party.  She actually did.  I’ll remember to drop her off at the nursing home one day sooner than planned.   So, the kids and I were on our own.

These kids love to shop.  Merchandise is an afterthought, they just need to get to a locale that has shit for sale.  So, we walked a few streets over and went to a garage sale.  Most of the kids, I think I still had four at that point, found precious treasures to buy.  But one little girl left empty handed.  It seemed she had higher standards than the others and didn’t want to spend her hard-earned money on a nasty stuffed animal matted down with cat hair or a urine-stained doily.  She didn’t complain or cry about it or try to steal her siblings’ finds, though.  Nope, not once.

Next, we ventured to the park.  We played relay-races, swings, sharks & minnows, Greenbox crafts and more.  It was a grand old affair. Time to head home for lunch.

Now, this is when the wheels begun to fall off.  Now that we were confined to a 4 bedroom home with toys abound and a large yard, nothing was sufficient.  Boredom ensued.  We never get to do anything or go anywhere.  Why didn’t I get to buy anything at the garage sale.  Sammy doesn’t even understand the rules of baseball.  Why can’t I ride my tricycle in the street.  Bree bit me.  When are you taking me to McDonald’s and Wal-mart.  I’m planning to destroy the fort my brother just spent 20 minutes building.

I began sending my sister death threat texts to hurry home.  It was the longest 23 minutes of my life.  Then she arrived with an armful of Subway sandwiches, chips and orange Hi-C and everything was suddenly fine.

The Angels, modeling my crazy good babysitting skills.


Fun Factor: 10

#194: Monogamy

Hello my loyal follower!  Singular because I’m certain everyone has abandoned ship and left me alone to clean the bird feces from the dilapidated sails of this pathetic weblog.  You ungrateful bastards.  It’s just that I’ve been busy living and accomplishing so many new things.  That’s why I left you for 9 months.  Now don’t you feel badly for bitching about me to your friends, family, co-workers and the media?   Hopefully I can win you back with my recount of all that has occurred since January 8.  For starters:

I got engaged!

Yes, I will soon be able to check off numero 75 and I’m over the moon about it.

We met Emily & Billy for drinks after celebrating at an amazing dinner. She caught a shot of us as we entered the bar.

Fun Factor: 10+++++++

#189 – Get your Groupon

Contrary to what my immediate family believes (I’ll give them a shout out because they are the only humans who still read this blog), I love a good bargain.  So, when I heard about this new thing, I was pumped.

I signed up for Groupon updates.

Every day, Groupon emails me a “deal” with a target number of people needed to render the deal “on”.  The service is so popular in Chicago that most every deal is “on” after only a few hours.  The catch is that you have to purchase the deal within the time period allotted, which is usually 24 hours.  I’ve only purchased one deal so far: I spent $30 fora $75 gift certificate to Spring, which is a restaurant I wanted to go to anyways.   Good news for my fam- they have a Cleveland contingent.  Sign up today to receive discounts on psychic readings and anal reconstructive surgeries.

Fun factor: 8

#187- Trippy

I emailed my future self.

I stumbled across this new thing on one of my blogs.  Through this site, you can send an email to yourself in the future.  You basically type whatever you want and select a date in the future for it to arrive to you via email.  I chose to receive an email one year from today  that will make me feel worthless if I haven’t accomplished certain things.  If I have accomplished them, I shall feel grand.  Yes, this is a cry for help.

Fun factor: 7