Thanksgiving

I discovered the retro app on my new droid this weekend.  My life might never be the same.

On my weekend running away trip, I ate these. right out of the oven and off the pan. Yes I did.

But first I ate this:

We are the type of people with 2 bowls of cookie dough.  One to eat from, one to make cookies from..

 

And now for the real pictures of the week,

It started as this:

and ended as this:

Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday, and it has (almost) nothing to do with food.  My dad’s whole family gathers, at our highest there were probably 35 people in the house, and it is all laughs and talking over each other and eating all day long and playing pitch and building gingerbread houses and cheering for the cowboys to lose, and listening to my 3yo cousin say she doesn’t like her new school cause “the boys say I am cute” and talking about my new house and…. it goes on.  It was a good, good day.

 

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Running away.

I ran away this weekend.  I suddenly realized on Thurday that the place I needed to be was 2.5 hours away… staying  in a guest bedroom I might as well call my own.  So… pack a bag and drive. I went friday night to the plaza and ate at  an amazing place called the Melting Pot, with a couple girls I used to work with.  It was so.much.fun getting caught up, and can I say yummy fondue?  

 

(Kansas City Plaza overlooking the river SOOC.  low ISO and high(er) shutter speed. I am loving manual shooting.)

Late friday night I showed up at my friend Joanna’s place… we talked.  Houses. Work.  Life.  I showed her pictures of my new house, she showed me her new pumpkin recipes. 

Saturday… brunch with a  college friend, shopping with old roomies, lots of girl talk and house talk and OOHH Tiffany has a new crush talk.  An utter cure for whatever was stressing me out.

Then came the cookie dough.  Is there anything better than a movie and a bowl of cookie dough?  Hot cookies are good as well, but cookie dough became an addiction in college for my girls… and it is  a staple of life. when one must walk 3 flights of stairs and stand in line for the community oven, one discovers the delight of uncooked food.

(there was supposed to be a picture here, but as of yet I haven’t figured out how to get pictures off of my phone and onto my computer. Maybe by You Capture time I will have it figured out…)

Insert movie review.  I have heard about Breakfast at Tiffany’s for years.  Figured it was this awesome movie, this classic, all sorts of great things.  No. It was a pretty horrid movie.  She was a ditzy airhead willing to marry for money, who threw her cat into the rain.  He was a man kept by a married woman, and he was a total enabler.  Joanna, who is my psych major friend, and I were both diagnosing people the whole time.  really?  classic?  I don’t think so.

I love my girls.  I love being with the people who have shared most experiences of the last 5 years, who have heard me cry and scream and laugh and stress and who know how to handle me in all those moods.  It was a great way to let the stress melt away from everything that has happened in the last few weeks.  Life is good!

Inspiration

Inspiring me today…

the beginning of winter sunlight over frosted fields…

The combination of frozen grass and fall trees

 

Beauty that I only see when I am willing to get out of my car on my way home from work and appreciate the morning instead of head straight to bed.

My (almost!) house.  I spent 2 hours there during the inspection yesterday dreaming of the possibilities.  We passed with flying colors so maybe this time next month I will be able to start working to make it uniquely mine! (and i know it is a lousy picture… cell phone picture taken in the rain/snow.)

 

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I just bought a house!

They countered… split the difference between my lowball and their already lowered price, and I accepted.

FREAKING OUT!!!

I just bought a house!  A 1800sf 3 bed 2 bath small kitchen huge living room house with a massive yard and cool deck

what on earth am I thinking?

this is seriously exciting.  and freaky.  but mostly exciting.

how do we feel about the color gray?  I think a gray living room would be beautiful…

walking through nature…

The day becomes more solemn and serene

when noon is past-there is a harmony

In autumn, and a lustre in the sky

which through the summer is not heard nor seen

As if it could not be, as if it had not been!

~Percy Bysshe Shelley 

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Lights

I want to plan my house. I really do. I have spent the last couple of hours looking at lighting options (which is kind of a random thing).  I firmly believe in ceiling fans, they are so wonderful at keeping down AC costs, with one exception.  Ceiling fans should not be in the dining room.  Both my parents house and my last apartment had dining table ceiling fans and I hate it... can't keep them on when the food is there or the food gets cold, which is bad.  that being said, I really want a chandelier for my dining room.  I have always loved this one:

 

  but am pretty sure that it is huge and needs tall ceilings to pull it off, and my house, while lovely, is a ranch built in the 60s.  No tall ceilings.  (just discoverd a smaller version... i wonder if 22in would be doable? ) so what other options are good?  it is a dining room-living room L shaped combo, and there will be a ceiling fan (i think) in the living room part, so would it look weird to have different lighting in the same room?  should I just do 2 ceiling fans and not run it during dinner?  The crazy thing is I am sitting here trying to figure it out, and i for the life of me cannot remember what light they have now.  about the only thing i know for certain is that there are already ceiling fans in at least 2 of the bedrooms, and that I have this awesome mini chandelier that belonged to my great grandma that is going to go up in the master bath (I think. pretty positive. unless it just absolutely wont work, with I think it will.  argh. I find planning without being able to stand and stare quite hard.)
today we put in an offer that is somewhat ridiculously low.  I wonder if they will take it...
I am a tad panicky. what if I move in and hate it? and yet, I don't think I will. I think I am a chronic second-guesser, and just need to buy the house and be done with it.
That being said, my laundry room will be directly off of the kitchen. Right now there isn't a door, but I have plans to install a swinging door there so it can be shut off.  I want to paint the  cabinets in the LR something crazy.  Lime green or teal or something. On the other hand, the cabinets in the LR are the same as the K, so they should probably be the same? espeically since you will be able to see both at once.  that just seems boring to me.  Yet something else I will need to be able to see to plan.
I predict a very long frustrating month.

Enter Panic Mode

So. I might buy a house tomorrow.  ARGH.  that is kind of scary, you know?  I might panic a bit.  or cry. or talk it to death. pretty sure my dad isn’t looking forward to dinner where we are going to talk details, because talking details with me tends to make him dizzy, I am pretty sure.  It isn’t the house I wanted to begin with, it isn’t the cute blue house with shutters. It is a ranch, which I always swore I wouldn’t own, but it has a solid foundation, awesome storage, 2, full baths, a first floor laundry and amazing back yard.  I could love this house. I probably already do and am just not admitting it yet.  It has projects I can’t wait to do and walls to paint and possibly knock out, it has a garage for winter and is close to work.

I am going to buy a house tomorrow.

My name is Corrie, and my view is about to change.