Things are progressing smoothly at Casa de Mandajuice. Still no name for the new place yet, but we're loving the suggestions (The SANCTUARY!) so keep them coming. Fortunately, I was able to get a little cash by selling my big leather sectional on Craig's list, so we're actually going to all have BEDS when we move in and Joel and I are having a lot of fun looking at cheap vintage furniture together. All my crazy modern furniture just isn't going to work in the new (OLD) house, so we're going do it up fifties style at a significantly reduced cost and make it our own. (Does anyone want to buy a swank dining room set? It's nice!)
We're also planning to paint just about every room in the house, so that'll be fun. Joel has big plans to paint The Birds on our living room wall and just thinking about how invested he is in things like reupholstering old couches and designing bird stencils makes my panties wet. Gah. As if that beautiful bald head wasn't enough.
Have I mentioned how I love him SO?
It's a little bit ridiculous.
The happy news is that the kids LOVED the house. LOVED. IT. Alex couldn't contain his joy at chasing the chickens around their pen and Genoa thought her very. own. bedroom. was the bees knees. When I was in there asking her where she wanted to put her bed and how she wanted to decorate, I asked, "Isn't it worth it to move to Portland to get your very own room?" and she was all, "We're moving to Portland?" and I was, like, "We're STANDING IN PORTLAND RIGHT NOW!" and she was all, "Really? COOL!"
Alex's room has a hand-painted mural of the city of Portland on it, including Mt. Hood and Multnomah Falls and a totally accurate glow-in-the-dark replica of the galaxy on his ceiling, so he's pretty much as stoked as an eight-year-old can possibly be. He wants his bed to just sit in the middle of the room and who am I to say no to that?
Meanwhile, Liza has the basement to herself and her glee can not even remotely be contained. She has her own art table, a sitting rom, a walk-in closet and a door she can LOCK to keep my gremlins out. This is pretty much the best thing that has ever happened to her in her 11 years on planet earth. At least that's what her endless ecstatic jumping up and down would indicate.
Me, I'm just... happy. Like, honestly? THIS IS MY LIFE?! When did that happen? How did I get so lucky?
Oddly enough a recent commenter said a few disturbing things that actually had me questioning said life for approximately six seconds,
I recently caught up with your blog after a couple of years of not reading. I came in search of your cashew chicken recipe (Not bad, but not life altering), and I have to say...it's disappointing to see the direction in which you've taken your life. I'm all for reinvention and finding true meaning for your life after ending an abusive relationship - but I'm not finding much depth in your writing now. Your whole life seems to revolve around vagina...stuffing yours, waxing others...it's just sad, really. It's like you fell in the gutter, felt you didn't deserve any better, and decided to stay there and revel in every base aspect of it.