How I feel today

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Bad Title

The closer Paul and I get to buying his parents’ house the more excited I’m getting to get in there and make it mine. It finally started to feel real the other day when the replacement windows and our new door were installed. We have this door:

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And this hardware, which I’m obsessed with:

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Something about it isn’t quite right yet, though. Maybe the door is just too white and I’m used to wooden doors. But the contrast is just too much.

But nevermind that, because what I’m REALLY excited for is the inside. Specifically, I. Can. Not. Wait. To get my hands on the built-in-bookshelves in the hallway and in the smallest bedroom/office. Right now they’re wood but I plan to go at them with paint, using this as my inspiration:

http://www.younghouselove.com/photo-gallery-2/our-current-house/

Since my parents aren’t the redecorating sort and I’ve lived in rentals since I moved out, I don’t have a lot of experience with renovation, but I’m confident that I can get a handle on painting fairly quickly and creating a scaled down version of these shelves.

For a few minutes today I fantasized about painting the fireplace white because there’s few things that set my heart aflutter quite like white painted brick. That was before Paul informed me that the fireplace is stone, not brick. I’m not sure why I thought the fireplace was made of brick all of a sudden, but I was convinced. But seriously, how gorgeous can painted brick be?

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High Five, America!

We're Buying a House!

And we're not just buying any house, we're buying Paul's parents house after they move into a maintenance-free condo. I've fallen in love with the white/yellow/stainless steel kitchen and I knew I wanted to do something very similar to the kitchen before we move in. But then I saw this:

Source: http://www.myhomeideas.com

I don't want this kitchen. I don't think it would be nice to have. I. NEED. THIS. KITCHEN!!! Just look at that aqua/yellow/stainless steel/wood floor comibination. It's beautful. This is the type of kitchen to make me say, "Hello Lover," as if I was Carrie Bradshaw seeing the perfect pair of Louboutins for the first time. I would just throw in some nice faux granite countertops and bing, bang, bong, you've got perfection. The only problem? Paul doesn't seem to think that I NEED this kitchen. He is sorely mistaken.

This One Goes Out to Taylor Wilson

You Know What Really Grinds My Gears?

People who cheer for a team solely because they are playing against a team that they don't like. Last night was the Orange Bowl so my facebook was covered in posts that said some variation of either "Go Hokies!" or "Go Stanford!" Now the Hokie fans? That's normal and I'm used to it. It comes with the territory of having lived within 30 minutes of the school my entire life. But Stanford? Excuse me? When did an Ivy League football team garner so many fans from camo-wearin', tobacco spittin', southern drawlin' southwest Virginian? Oh yeah, since they're playing against Virginia Tech who, for whatever unexplained reason, they hate. What's the point in acting like you like a team just because they're playing against a team that you don't like? Why not just not watch the game? With 60-some odd channels in the standard cable package, it's not like there's nothing else on.

Just as annoying as those people are the fair weather fans who only stand by their team when they are winning. One of my facebook friends/real-life acquaintances apparently can't hold his alcohol because whenever he has a drop in him he turns to his smart phone and becomes belligerant. Last night, not only did he seem to be attempting to will the plane carrying Stanford's players back home to crash, but he even said that his beloved Hokies suck. I've never rolled my eyes toward him more dramatically.

Some fair weather fans are also the ones who, when talking about their team of choice, refers to them as "we" and "us." Excuse me, but you are not a member of that team. You are a fan (when it's convenient for you), which is admirable, but you spend game day drinking beer and eating greasyy food while the actual team is, you know, competing.

On another note, here's a picture of Ginny eating a doggie cookie:

**High five to you if you picked up on the title reference.**

Christmas Cheer...or not so much

Today is Christmas Eve and let me tell you, I had big plans for the day. I was going to bake and decorate gingerbread cookies, make a green bean casserole and peanut butter pie for Christmas with my family tomorrow night, make a fruit salad for Christmas breakfast with Paul's family, and then make my and Paul's first married Christmas Eve dinner. And then at 9 this morning I got a phone call from Paul. His dad was in the hospital. He was going to visit and told me he'd pick me up in 10 minutes. So I grabbed the puppy, took her outside and threw on some clothes. We didn't know what was going on, we just knew that he had some chest pains early this morning and that nitro wasn't helping.

When we got to the hospital we found out that his enzymes and EKG were fine so it wasn't a heart attack, but they didn't know what was going on and neither did we. And we still don't. My father-in-law will celebrate Christmas in the hospital with a chemical stress test and hopefully we'll get some answers. I spent my day worrying, with my stomach in a knot. There were 6 adults and a baby crammed into the world's smallest hospital room. And you know what all the nurses, doctors, and other employees kept chatting about? How much they wish they weren't working and that they were at home. Now, call me crazy, but isn't that SUPER insensitive when you know that the man in the hospital bed won't be able to go home for Christmas? That he'll spend his Christmas undergoing medical tests? Yeah, I thought so too.

To all you hospital personel who spent to today and/or will spend tomorrow talking about how much you wish you were at home with your families...quit it! You're not the only one in that building who wants to be somewhere else.