This weather is brutal
I've rather abandoned this little side journal. Don't mean to but since I bought a new house a month ago I've been moving every night, buying stuff for my house, and settling in. This is my very first home and I love it. It's a two-storyhouse with 3-bedrooms, 2 1/2 baths, a 2-car garage, a living room, dining room, utility room, and kitchen. It's small but it's perfect for me and Max and it's all mine!!!!!!! I left home at 21, got married too young, went from my parent's house to living with my husband and in the ten years we were married we never had a house. We rented apartments, houses, we lived with relatives, but never did we have a place we could call our own. Now into my 30's I know the value of needing your space, your own place, and creating a home for yourself.
Everyone needs to live alone at least once in their lives even if it's for six months or whatever. I didn't do that. I did it after my divorce, when I lived on my own with Max for two years in another apartment. But children need stability and a home with a yard, kids to play with in the neighborhood etc.....Max will be very happy there.
Anyways, I love my little home. What fun to go out and buy furniture, curtains, flowers for the flower-beds,.......domestic bliss. Call me the elceltic Martha Stewart with my abstract paintings on the walls, gloomy music, beduin bedroom, incense and candles, and books everywhere. I can open my own library. However, this little move has not been without its misadventures. I don't cook, never have, even when I was married my husband did all the cooking. So I have no idea how to use the stove or the oven. I had to ask the guy who was showing me my house how to turn it on. What do I make? I haven't the faintest idea what to cook for dinner. I went to the grocery store, shocker beacuse I never do that either. My mother did all the grocery shopping. I bought some staples to get me through the week like canned soups and tuna fish. But stupid me forgot to buy a can opener. I bought ham, cheese, and bread to make sandwiches and forgot the mustard and mayo. I bought eggs but don't know where in the hell my saucepans are. No toaster either. It's disappeared in the Bermuda Traingle of the last apartment, the storage space, and the trek to the new house. I've never had a yard so I haven't a clue how to start a mower. I'm hopeless. But I will have to learn all of that stuff if my son is to have any kind of noraml home life. I can't feed the kid Mac'n'cheese for the next ten years.
Would it be presumptuous of me to have a cook, gardner, and housekeeper? If I could afford it in a heartbeat I would hire them. Throw in a chauffer too, since I am getting tired of schlepping my ass all over creation just to get where I need to go in this congested city. That's it! I'll buy one of the houses next door to mine and turn it into the servant's quarters! Hey, have you heard the one about the cook, the gardner, the housekeeper, and the chauffer that shacked up together next door to their employer/homeowner without-a-clue? Perhaps I need one of those reality HGTV people to come out and give me a hand. All right then. I will be in touch again soon. Until then wish me luck in trying to figure out how to work a stove.
Everyone needs to live alone at least once in their lives even if it's for six months or whatever. I didn't do that. I did it after my divorce, when I lived on my own with Max for two years in another apartment. But children need stability and a home with a yard, kids to play with in the neighborhood etc.....Max will be very happy there.
Anyways, I love my little home. What fun to go out and buy furniture, curtains, flowers for the flower-beds,.......domestic bliss. Call me the elceltic Martha Stewart with my abstract paintings on the walls, gloomy music, beduin bedroom, incense and candles, and books everywhere. I can open my own library. However, this little move has not been without its misadventures. I don't cook, never have, even when I was married my husband did all the cooking. So I have no idea how to use the stove or the oven. I had to ask the guy who was showing me my house how to turn it on. What do I make? I haven't the faintest idea what to cook for dinner. I went to the grocery store, shocker beacuse I never do that either. My mother did all the grocery shopping. I bought some staples to get me through the week like canned soups and tuna fish. But stupid me forgot to buy a can opener. I bought ham, cheese, and bread to make sandwiches and forgot the mustard and mayo. I bought eggs but don't know where in the hell my saucepans are. No toaster either. It's disappeared in the Bermuda Traingle of the last apartment, the storage space, and the trek to the new house. I've never had a yard so I haven't a clue how to start a mower. I'm hopeless. But I will have to learn all of that stuff if my son is to have any kind of noraml home life. I can't feed the kid Mac'n'cheese for the next ten years.
Would it be presumptuous of me to have a cook, gardner, and housekeeper? If I could afford it in a heartbeat I would hire them. Throw in a chauffer too, since I am getting tired of schlepping my ass all over creation just to get where I need to go in this congested city. That's it! I'll buy one of the houses next door to mine and turn it into the servant's quarters! Hey, have you heard the one about the cook, the gardner, the housekeeper, and the chauffer that shacked up together next door to their employer/homeowner without-a-clue? Perhaps I need one of those reality HGTV people to come out and give me a hand. All right then. I will be in touch again soon. Until then wish me luck in trying to figure out how to work a stove.