get. shit. done.

even though we've been living here for two years, we're finally getting some serious shit done. i'm definitely going to earn my making a house a home merit badge.
this weekend: organize the fucking shoes, clean the closet, and get some kitchen paint going! it will definitely be "direct green". and we have to do all sorts of other house stuff too because monday morning electricians are coming out to tear shit up. they'll be going into the attic through our closet, cutting off the power for about 12 hours, adding new and amazing outlets, adding a LIGHT to the CLOSET (what a novel idea, right?!), adding an additional light to the bathroom (the cave, as i like to call it), adding another lightswitch to the bathroom so we're no longer at risk of shocking ourselves when getting out of the shower (who knew!), and breaking the light fixture in the bathroom so we can get a new and better looking one. WOO!
and oh yeah, saturday night is all about getting strong drinks at the museum.
GO TEAM WHITNEY.

renovations

i'm considering getting these anthropologie reading glasses turned into prescription glasses.

i want to replace our nasty futon with this bit of target loveliness.

i want to paint the living room and the kitchen.

and oh yeah, i'm spelling "fuck" in these super girly letters.

his & herzzz

unstoppable work stations!
kenton has the super awesome desk, i have a new kitchen-aid and a lovely little cake turntable. let's make stuff!
despite all my whining, i like this house. i know i'll miss it one day.

cheers

this is pretty much my favorite person ever.
we spent my birthday playing ski-ball, fake basketball, a little mario kart, and being generally awesome.
though i don't smoke, i adore tiny things. like coffee and cigarettes. teeny tiny!
a very fun birthday, with a way too delicious dinner, and not enough play dough.

my music is where i'd like you to touch

i once sent kenton a text message that said "how can i be with someone with such terrible, if any, musical taste?" he replied "because you like to feel superior." well maybe that was true, but one of the things i adore about being with kenton is our music. we can swap ipods and hardly notice and he's introduced me to so much music i'd hate to have missed out on. when i hear some songs or even just bands, i can't help but feel old emotions come back. it's always a good thing, it makes me happy and thankful for everything we've been through together. when of montreal comes on i feel like i'm beaming and i look at kenton and wonder if he has all the same associations and memories. so here is my list of bands and all associations i have. there are countless others, but these are some very strong ones from the beginning of our relationship.

• the faint: the first night we met craig, hash, katamari, drinking too much, working while everyone was sleeping, sending you email after email about my many late-night tribulations, the smell of breakfast, frustration with the overnight cleaners that would invade my space, water up to my calves, i need goulashes to go to work, wanting to see you again
• franz ferdinand: the tipping point, rocking it coast to coast, drunk calls, drunk texts, "i miss you", cold and rainy pineapple snacking, ending and starting
• voxtrot: still crazy days and nights, figuring it out, hating 4am alone, leaving the hotel right after the sun came up, crashing, first fight, crazy crazy confusion, chemically bonding, start of something
• nada surf (let go): no more secrets, just listening and waiting, finally thinking twice even though it was too late, walking out, passing out, living out of a big rubbermaid trunk, reading together
• of montreal: staying up late, waking up in the middle of the night to kisses, smiling and glowing, fading in and out of drowsiness in the morning while you shower, seeing your smile as you bounced off to work and i got my own morning started or just went back to bed smiling and thinking about you
• nada surf (the weight is a gift): driving to dallas, rowdy skip-bo at the anatole, falling in love hesitantly, missing the new pornographers, just being happy, aw fuck it i'm gonna have a party
• belle and sebastian: "honey loving you is the greatest thing/ i get to be myself and i get to sing", sold on "electronic renaissance" and "your cover's blown", knowing i loved you
• tapes n tapes: you getting your morning party started, the beginning of things being all right again, getting mylacat, going to dallas but not, getting sick, feeling so bad for you passed out with myla by your side, watching you sleep for almost 24 hours straight
• sound team: craig parties, moving in together like it was nothing, dropping the bookshelf on elmen, the very first thing we played in this apartment while we all moved stuff in the middle of the summer
• tilly & the wall: girl music month turned week, regretting not going to walter's, your ever so stupid "prove a point" trait that you would not be complete without, one of the best shows i've ever been to, being so happy i was with you, glowy happy intoxicating love

woodhead days

one year ago kenton and i had a very awkard bedtime conversation, basically "what the fuck are getting into?" i don't remember much of what either of us said, but neither of us wanted to wind up losing a friend. i've known kenton for almost five years now and i've loved every bit of it. he's my best friend and i'm thankful i simply met him. i'm happy we became friends, then roommates, then it all came to a head that Fateful Night. i wouldn't change a thing.
now we live together with our babies and we wake up every morning in our pretty blue room and sometimes there is coffee. i couldn't imagine having more fun with anyone while watching morning tv on mute, or sometimes not. or playing "first date" at olive garden. or being served shots of cough medicine when i get sick. or playing friday afternoon hookey. or drinking little penguin in the park. or taking mini vacations. or really anything.
cheers kbg!