Because of my living room...

...I am now drained of all creative juices and will now be posting pictures mostly of inanimate objects, sorry. But seriously. I spent the entire weekend (almost) rearranging the furniture, the pictures, the books, the knick-knacks, the what-have-yous... (and not just in the living room, either), and now I am simply devoid of good ideas for posting.

I did have an interesting dream, though! It was about babies, you know those dreams? Well, anyways, I magically popped out a baby girl (meaning no pain, gore, nothing), except that she was born with lots of curly blonde hair, big blue eyes, and a frilly little dress on. Oh, and she would repeat everything I said. And no one in the dream seemed to think that was weird except for me. They kept telling me that my daughter is so beautiful, so perfect, so... Ugh. I kept telling them that newborns aren't supposed to look like that, aren't supposed to talk to you... They come out pink and wrinkly and crying.

Why wasn't mine wrinkly and crying, huh?!

I think it must have been the peanut butter cookies and the stuffy sinuses talking, but seriously, that dream really weirded me out. I mean what kind of sick kid dreams up that kind of stuff? I woke up clammy and disgusted and ready to crawl back under the covers and sleep for another 10 hours.

But se la Monday!, right?!

So, because my brain is a puddle of goo swimming in yucky allergy-ness, I am just going to post some things from our week that I loved.

Clint brought out the wooly mammoths to aid him in the long nights of finals prep. (And no, I'm not talking about his hairy man-legs. Although I like those very much, too.) Those bad boys are begging me to turn them into fat sock puppets, don't you agree? They would look so nice with googly-eyes & pipe-cleaner buzz-cuts, right?



I steal Clint's pajama pants and used them for my lounging purposes... every night, pretty much. Aren't they lovely? Like plaid heaven-- soft and billowy. Allowing for just the perfect amount of breeziness (because that's very important, ya know?). But they are especially lovely and comforting when Clint has finals. They keep me warm till my main-man can come back to cuddle.
Quite the gentlemanly PJs, if you ask me...




Sweet potato fries (by Cafe Express) + Pepsi Max = UHH-HUH!
I mean really?-- fries that require no kind of condiment?!
Fries that are even a little flaky on the outside, crunch just the right amount, and are slightly sweet?!
Fries that cost as much as a whole meal and you can't even be mad about it?!
Then you add a drink that not only is the best kind of dark soda imaginable but has ginseng to add a special zip-zip-zing!?
Alright, alright!!!




I got really domestic this week and did a bunch of mending. And--- don't laugh at me women who believe it is degrading to do the mending--- it was FUN! Seriously, am I ridiculous?! I watched 1950s movies on TCM and mended. How quaint, right?
And I guess that means that instead of buying new things, I should just fix the old stuff, right?!
Or maybe both... yeah, probably both.

 

Some little birds have taken up residence with us. I don't appreciate their hungry squawking, but they are just so cute peeking their little heads out looking for their mother. One time I think they even asked me, "Are you my mother?" But I can't be sure, because I don't speak Baby-Bird. So I just ignored them. Or maybe I said, "Shut yo moufs birdies!"--- I can't really remember...



Well, this is a Houston freeway. Endless traffic. BUT up ahead is a Houston skyline. Up above is the gorgeous Texas sky. And in a few miles there will be an IKEA.
I say, Yes indeedy!




I also always love going to Astros games (even though their really stinking up the place lately) and taking awkward pictures of me with the Clintonator. We feast on chili dogs or bratwurst that taste kind of like the sole of your shoe (but magically aren't so bad because you're at a baseball game), sing "Deep in the Heart of Texas" with vigor and vim, & hem and haw every time the other team hits a homer.



And this, my friends, was the best part of Friday's game. Go here to see what this is all about. Totally made my life---
I mean my night.

Then there were the post-game fireworks. Synchonized to country music. In a ballpark.
The Houston skyline sillouhetted in the backgroung.
God bless America, ya know?

This is my favorite picture from that night. Or maybe ever.
Kind of reminded me of this little number by Whistler.
What do you think?



Oh and exams are a great excuse for me to make sweet-treats for my Sweet-Treat.
And to be as sappy as I want, too!



Best for last--- the rains came down and the Texas sky put on a show.

What a lovely week!

Oh, and P.S. I redecorated the entire apartment this weekend, with the exception of Clint's man-cave.

Pictures to come.