Archive for July, 2007

When I met my wife she was working at a contract job in Connecticut. She would travel from time to time, up and down the east coast. One trip took her to a beautiful place where she stayed at a Pennsylvania bed and breakfast.

She met some really nice people on that trip, and then met me a few weeks later. We dated online for several weeks before meeting face to face, and when we did, sparks man… Her life has never been the same.

What happens when your wife has had enough of the old couch? Why, you tell her she can browse furniture stores if she wants. It really is that easy.

The problem is, she’s looking to replicate some of the old movie sets from the classics she loves to watch. I dunno. I’m getting that “Mr. Blandings Builds His Dream House” feeling…

Over on Alligator Pit, I mentioned that my wife and I are trying to finish off the bathroom in our basement. We have been looking at vessel sinks and bathroom faucets.

I’m hoping it won’t be too long before we can afford to get that room finished off. With three boys running amuck in the house, having a third bathroom will make life much easier for everyone.

Over on TinselTown Trash, I have started posting in a category I call “Monday Memory” where I pick one celebrity from the past, and share them with my readers.

Today’s Monday Memory is Juice Newton. Take a look at this:

Head on over to TinselTown Trash to find out what she’s been up to.

I know, I must be boring you with my sniplets of memories of my grandparents, but heck, this blog is dedicated to reminiscing and nostalgia…

My mother’s parents lived in a co-op in Las Vegas, and one of my earliest memories is sitting in their kitchen, which was pink. A pink refrigerator, a pink stove, a pink oven, a pink countertop and pink bar stools.

I would sit in one of those bar stools while I ate cereal, or lunch, or whatever, and I would spin and spin until I was just too dizzy to eat anymore. Then I would stumble across the room, laughing the whole time.

Wow. That memory was 35 years old, or more. Ouch

A couple days ago I mentioned that my grandfather kept one eye on the stock market at all times. I can’t imagine what he would think of the Dow Jones topping 14,000 this past week. I’m a bit shocked myself. My 401k seems to be doing pretty good, but then again, he taught me to always do my market research before investing in any particular stock or mutual fund.

Thanks, Papa!

There seems to be a problem with the youth of today, and it involves drugs and alcohol. Oh sure, every generation has had their share of troubles with one or the other, but lately, it seems that Hollywood stars are trying to make drug rehab look cool.

If you are an addict, or someone you know is, you need to act now. Don’t wait until it’s too late.

When we lived in Hawaii, my grandmother had wood blinds on the front windows of her house. I was looking at the cost of blinds (for our bedroom and my office) and realized she must have paid a fortune for those blinds. That window was eight feet tall and at least 10 feet wide. My wife will be finishing our bedroom renovation (which simply involved painting the walls for the fourth time) soon, and I think she wants to get some faux wood blinds for the windows. When the time comes, if I can afford it, I am going to foot the bill for actual wood though.

I don’t recall my grandmother wearing a lot of jewelry, but I do remember she loved crystal. In fact, I have a crystal candy dish on my desk that once belonged to my grandmother. She loved staying home, and would love browsing shops, like reeds jewelers. They have some Swarovski Crystal Swallows that she would have absolutely fallen in love with.

Last year I began the project of finishing off our basement bathroom. I was able to run the plumbing myself, saving over $400, but I ran out of money before the project was complete. Come tax time, my wife will be looking at bathroom vanities so we can complete the project.

Don’t they remind you of something your grandmother might have used? If I’m not careful, my wife will pick one of the real fancy ones.