Category: the other pillow
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Despite good intentions of a fresh start, yesterday was crap too! We can’t drop a 220 line for the dryer without putting in a sub panel so we need to get a gas dryer instead. Paul put up the clothesline directly across the walkway at the basement stairs. Running downstairs for a tool or another…
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Me: “You aren’t listening to me!” Paulie: “There’s so much to listen to!” Thank goodness we can laugh at each other. Moving has been stressful, buying has been stressful, and now we have a mountain of renovation work to do. Time to resurrect our division of labor technique. I’m the Design Department, Paulie is Structural…
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More than 10 years ago, Paul was working at this custom-built workstation designed by his then co-worker, now design “god” Scott Wilson (http://www.mnml.com/). Today, my company is decommissioning that office. TQ asked Paulie today if he wants to save one of the desks from the landfill–“it’s perfect for the basement”. Paulie is thrilled. I’m in…
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I’m sitting in a folding camp chair in my empty dining room. Eight years ago, I was doing the same thing. In Portland, in a tiny one bedroom apartment that had once been a Stumptown brothel. Now, it’s MY dining room. As in MY mortgage. And it’s in Milwaukee. Ok, Shorewood if you want to…
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Little “Chee Chee”, as everyone (except myself) calls her, is five months old now. Though she’s been doing it for two weeks, I still am shocked every time I see her sitting up. It’s a different baby there, surrounded by pillows, looking at me horizontally. Sitting up, she looks even more like Paulie. I think…
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Less than a week now until we close on Kenmore Place. Every piece of paper has been signed, every document copied, all our accounts verified. The numbers are frightening—does anyone really look at the final number they will pay for a house after 30 years? Even at 3.875%? And that doesn’t even touch the cost…
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Man, one head of cabbage makes a lot of slaw! Paul will have cole slaw in his lunch for at least a week. Just don’t tell him it is boob cabbage. Posted with Blogsy
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Transcript of the conversation in the bedroom this morning: Is that my night bra? I’ve been looking for this! Night bra? Crazy woman and your night bra. You just imagine, if you had to nurse you’d want a night bra too. I’ve handled this breastfeeding bullshit pretty well! *hack hack hack* Ruby, are you still…
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Baby Vivienne can’t appreciate it yet, but her mom loves the crap out of Christmas. I can’t wait until she understands leaving her shoes out for St. Nick, leaving cookies for Santa Claus and leaving mom and dad asleep on Christmas morning. I love cookies, Yule logs, putting another log on the fire, singing carols…
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There have been some nights when I thought I’d lose it as the Baby screamed for hour three…but we’ve gotten through that phase and learned how to calm her. What I do seem to be losing is my memory. Me, wandering around perplexed: “Somewhere in this house is a bag of breast milk”. Paul: “I…
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