a kitchen for Adrienne

I have been picking out elements for a dream kitchen for Adrienne. (I know, Olivia. I know.)

I want it to be a great kitchen to really cook in. To get your hands dirty and maybe a daub of flour on your cheek. Lots of modern amenities with vintage cherry red cuteness thrown in.

Here is what I have so far:

I love this nice big sign for the wall:

I think I would do the walls a crisp white. Or I also like the idea of a pink. Hmmm. Might be a little more me than Adrienne. Not that I own the rights to the color pink or anything. But maybe a robin's egg blue or a soft green to complement the living room I designed for her. I'd let her choose the color. 'Cause that's the kind of designer I am, people!


Anyway, here are the fantastic lights to hang over a nice large butcher block island:

I would have white cabinets and this red tile backsplash with black grout. Looks like little cherries:

Little plain white cafe curtains:

I'm diggin' these chairs. Haven't finished the room yet, though, so these may be too much red. Pottery barn has some cool chairs that are very similar, but they're steel. It really depends what kind of table I choose. But. I am digging these chairs:
And there I ran out of steam. No floor. No table. No appliances. Not really much of a workable kitchen! But a starting point.

Old Vagina Book Club

We had our very first meeting tonight! I think it went very well. Cindy did an excellent job keeping us on point, because we really kept trying to deviate from discussing the book. Which was very good. And worthy of discussion.

But as Olivia joked, most of us don't get out much. Hence the name, the Old Vagina Book Club.

And because it is only 9:45 and I can barely keep my eyes open.

prayers, please

There is a blog I found a few days ago, to the moon, written by an amazing girl named Alison, who is a cancer survivor. Please pray for her, people.

Read her blog (there's a link over there on the right) leave her a little note to say "hi" and pray for her.

Because she rocks. Because she is so young. Because she loves her husband so much. Because cancer sucks.

Alison, if you look this way, these are for you:

Chipotle

This has been a rough week at the Young house. Jonathan has the flu. Bad. If you are keeping score, you may have realized that on any given day, at least one member of this family has been sick since Thanksgiving. Sucks to be us alright.

Jonathan is really, really sick though. He has had a high fever since Sunday. He finally broke down and said he will go to the doctor tomorrow. I don't think Jonny believes in doctors, but that is fodder for a different post.

At least he has a job he can do at home. He has been typing every day, so at least he can stay indoors and not wear a suit.

Today I was seriously losing my shit, though. It's been a long week. With Jonny being so ill I have been caring for the kids and Mabel. And I waver between bursts of manic energy where I run around doing laundry and cleaning the bathrooms because I am so sure I will be sick next and I don't want the house to be a complete mess if/when I cannot drag my ass out of bed. In between these moments of busyness, I try to rest so I don't get sick next. So I am alternately trying to prepare for my impending flu and trying to prevent it.

So this morning, after another night (not) sleeping on the couch downstairs so I can take Mabel out in the night without disturbing Jonathan I was a complete bitch. (I strongly dislike that word but in this case, it is an apt description of me this morning.)

I had a headache and all the coffee in the world would not have put a spring in my step. Mabel had gotten up for good at 5 and I was very tired and crabby. I kept grinding my teeth and snapping at the kids and then apologizing to them for snapping at them...

So Jonny told me to get out of Dodge. And I did, feeling so guilty that I was leaving a sick man in charge of a toddler, a preschooler and a puppy. But I had the best day ever. I walked around downtown all by myself and then I went to Pier1 and Borders and Target. I had lunch at Chipotle where I realized several things:


1. I love Chipotle (I already knew this, but I think I had forgotten it)
2. I am a pig
3. I sat at the counter in the window, thinking if I couldn't see any of the other customers, they couldn't see me polish off an entire Chipotle veggie burrito in one sitting
4. I have the best husband ever
5. Chipotle plays some kickass music
6. I miss Leila

That last one may seem a little random, but Leila makes the best lime/cilantro rice. It really is just as good as Chipotle. Sigh. Stupid war in Iraq. Borrowing my sister-in-law without my permission and taking away my source of free advice and lime/cilantro rice.

nutritious breakfast

happy st patrick's day

haha I crack myself up sometimes

looks like my girl

I really want to buy this little print by belle and boo from etsy:


I think she looks like my Blue, holding her favorite stuffed animal, Nicholas.

Blue adores Nicholas. She (because Nicholas is a girl) was a present from her godfather, Dustin. She named Nicholas after the bunny in I Am a Bunny. Nicholas has been to show and tell at Blue's preschool twice.