Chair Project(s)

Started with a skipped heartbeat yesterday on craigslist. Saw it, wanted it, emailed, called. Told Patrick after the deal was over that he had a choice of going with me to get it down an alley off south Broadway in south city or I would take his car and go by myself. So we made a night out of it. Cookie was out of food anyway. After a very good dinner of all Mexican stuff, laying on the couch trying to breathe and folding a basket of laundry we headed out. First stop Lowes. Our drain will NOT get with the program in our kitchen. Next stop Schnucks for dog food. whewp. Right back out Schnucks is expensive! Headed up 55 to "Brad's" if that is his real name. Pat thought he would be a raper...just kind of an odd guy with the most AMAZING view of the river I have ever seen from a home in St. Louis, didn't even know you could buy property with a river view...
Anywho...picked up this bad boIIII. shout out morning carpool conversation where O.B.C. droned on about bad boys 2 for a good 6 minutes..


The headed into the city to find Chippewa which I still swear we turned on. Ended up down by Randalls...kind of looped around ended up at the PetSmart the ShopNSave for beer for Patricks sports league tonight...too many to keep up which one this is...Looked for the Super Huge shirtless man that sometimes sits out on his front porch on Kingshighway...saw a million people out for Cinco De Mayo...bet you are feeling that today, Spanish sympathizers. And before we knew it was 8pm! Practically ran inside so we wouldn't miss Modern Family. About the only show we can agree on...apparently I watch House Hunter's "too much". So this weekend gonna get some paint and fabric and dress that lady up in something more appropriate! Pat if I am right on this one you have to eat your hat!

Feeling un-inspired. Even genius needs a vacation.

I was going to write a funny anecdote about two cars that show up in my parking lot from time to time. But I couldn't get the pictures to layout right. So I quit..I am not the best at the Internet.

For some reason I keep thinking about my seventh grade basketball team. This was the one and only time I have ever been on a winning team in my life. We were undefeated and were even written about in the Scoop De Jour in the Post Dispatch. I have usually been the weight on a sinking ship when I play sports...letting things go in the net, swinging at every pitch every time, afraid to catch something, drawing my name in the dirt while a round object rolls past me, scoring for the other team...But not this time, this one time when I was 13. Which got me to thinking what else could I do if I really put my mind to it?
Clean the house. Do all the laundry. Organize my pictures. Make fruit salad.


I think all this sports talk is just because O.B.C. will not stop talking about baseball. He cant wait for the Cardinals to start playing..I can. Not that I don't like the team, I do. What I don't like is the sheer devotion Pat has to the games. And I quote "I am going to watch EVERY game." Isn't summer supposed to be about outdoors? Zoo's, Parks, Sprung up outdoor shopping markets (ok that is mostly Europe), Wineries, gardening, the Pool, VACATION. How are we supposed to have the worlds most perfect summer, full of beautiful home made skirts, fresh flowers, cute antiques, chicken salad sandwiches, and sun kissed shoulders, if A. My O.B.C. is in our basement scratching himself of B. We are sitting in the Bleacher seats listening to bare chested members of Cardinal Nation talking about "screamers" and S.T.D's?