Posts for August, 2004

August 29, 2004

Things you learn

Apparently, I have an small, teeny tiny bit of Arab in me. Some guy waaay up on my mother’s family tree was Arab.
So… yeah. That explains all the times people have asked me if I’m Egyptian. I’m not sure how I feel about this, although I suppose it could be worse. I could be French, [...]

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August 25, 2004

No home computer = no updates

At least, it does when combined with a weekend trip to Augusta and extreme busy-ness at work. (Spelling that as “business” just didn’t look right, so… there you go.)
So, very briefly:
Finished painting the room on Saturday morning, and it looks FABULOUS. There’s still stuff lying about (the “second storage room” picture below pretty much [...]

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August 19, 2004

It is Thursday

Today, I mean. Is Thursday. The day before Friday and two days after Tuesday. And my house? Still one massive storage area.
On a positive note, at least none of my painting experiences (so far) have compared to Miss Doxie’s. Also, we should be done today. I hope so, ’cause I don’t think Dan’s going [...]

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August 15, 2004

Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout would not take the garbage out

So her house turned into a mountainous pile of crap.
At the moment, Sarah Cynthia and I have something in common — the mountainous pile of crap, not the refusal to take out the garbage. Take a look for yourself:

 

 

The study, AKA the storage room
 
The living room, AKA the other storage room
 

The recent multitudes of moving [...]

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August 11, 2004

Okay, so sometimes? I suck.

Like when my mother tells me half a dozen times to call her uncle, the only living relative I have that even remotely resembles a grandfather, and I keep pushing it off because I’m busy or because I forget, and then he ends up calling me. And then he’s not even upset that I didn’t [...]

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August 5, 2004

Frustrations

There are many — work and family and memory and paint and struggles at the plate by my second favorite Brave of the Moment. Okay, perhaps the last hasn’t been weighing on me quite as much as the rest.
I’m trying not to let it get to me, and one of the functions of that trying [...]

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August 4, 2004

Y’all, I’m not a painter

Stuart, master home remodeller, has pointed out the error of my ways. Apparently, Ralph Lauren paint is a good paint, not a runny paint. Apparently, I am supposed to let the primer dry for at least 8 hours rather than the 30 minutes it takes me and AM to eat ice cream and wash up [...]

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August 3, 2004

Even more retroactively

Happy birthday Mandi, my most fabulous roommate ever!

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August 1, 2004

Retroactively

Happy birthday Rashaad (today) and Uzmaa (two days ago)! And also Dave (yesterday)!

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