Updating Her Nursery Decor, Chapter 2

The day Jim took that polaroid of me, I took the above of him.

Notice that Kelly did indeed have a window treatment in her room at one time!  But sadly, that blind and valance went missing the same day as my good can opener, my blue Sharpie and all my freshly-knit kelp tube socks. I still think it was the butler, but he’s too long-gone to Mexico to ever know for sure.

Anyway… back to the above fuzzy photo!

Chance, the poochie at Jim’s feet, was our firstborn — a puppy Jim surprised me with in 1992. And the poochie in Jim’s arms is Chance’s firstborn, Peach.  Beloved Chancie died from complications of an attack by either a coyote or large dog when Kelly was 2. But Peach is still with us!  She’s 12 now, and sweet as ever.  Still very active.  And still excellent at puking on carpet instead of tile.

Directly below, flash forward to January 1st, 2010… Not so tidy of a corner.

But… January 5th saw things looking better in the olde clearing-out-and-making-over-Kelly’s-room plan!

And yesterday saw the room as below (’cept I’m not happy with the lighting in the first photo, boo hoo.)  Oh well….. I’ll survive.

But this one is nice, I think!

So there you have it!  The current state of Kelly’s closet corner, as we embark upon ousting the decor I so lovingly prepared during my pregnancy to usher in the new Club Penguin era.  Are you excited!?!?!?

Can I get a whoopity-whoo, or two ?!?!

Have you ever wall papered a room?  Or decorated one?

Have you ever had a can opener go missing, even if just a manual one?  Quite frankly — I like manual can openers, have used them exclusively for years.  They are best overall, don’t you think? Or do you?

Well, by golly — let’s do up a poll and find out just what Jannie Funster readers think!

And don’t forget to come back and see how your can opener life experience compares with your peers, as more and more votes pour in.

xoxo

Kelp Bikinis & Squirrels With Waivers?!?

If you want the scoop on that squirrel, you’ll have to scoot over to Jan Lundy’s excellent Awake Is Good blog.  I’m hanging out in the trees there today.

Over there I’ll also tell you what happened in our dining room about a half hour after I took this picture of Kelly when she was 6 months old.

Hope to see you soon over at Jan’s excellent oasis of calm, clarity and compassion!  Oh — and there is a giveaway over there, whoo-hoo.

xo

Why I Usually Grocery Shop Alone

If you liked this post, you’ll might get a kick out of my recent “Why We Usually Eat At Home,” featuring that same spunky kid.

Lazy River Sunday (Formerly Titled “Frisky Jim at the Water Park”)

[With edits below.]

After a few relaxing times around the lazy river, Jim turned suddenly frisky and I captured his water slide antics in this 25-second video…

(No, it was not really Jim on that slide, it’s a clip off Youtube.  [I was joking but I see how I totally gave the impression it was Jim, sorry.  Jimmy would be sick for a week if he spun around on that thing even once, let alone 4 or 5 times. ]  

That guy couldn’t be My Jim anyway ’cause My Jim is ‘way friskier and would’ve turned cartwheels, back flips and ended with a double lutz inside that thing. )  [Except he'd probalby puke, poor sweet Jimmy.]

Notes to self

– just because instead of spending $1.87 a day at Starbucks, I’m now home-brewing a can of ground Columbian which supposedly will yield 724 cups, it doesn’t mean I can up my usual 1 coffee a day to 3 (as I did today, naughty Jannie!)

– dittoes on that gallon bottle of cheap (but oh so tasty,) French “table wine” I snagged for $8.99.

– there IS quite a noticeable difference between a dark navy and a black sock, as many strangers must’ve witnessed on my feet at that recent please-take-your shoes-off-we-just-got-new-carpet party.

– just because Susan Dell goes all day without sitting, including when she’s at her computer, doesn’t mean the rest of us are living meaningless lives if we don’t.  (Does it?)

–  give my sister (sunshine lady pictured above with nephew, Austin,) the password for my Wordpress login in case I kick the bucket, so my blog buds will know I’m up drinking beer with the angels.   (Not that I’m planning on “going” anywhere soon but one has to consider these things.)