Visitors: there are 11 new posts since my last blogging episode. Please check out the post from December "The End of Babyhood" for a photo of my little munchkin on his birthday, newly added. Also, "Art" for a pic of Boo smiling! Otherwise, its all rather boring.
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Okay, I should get to bed before midnight for once this week but I'm actually enjoying Gwyneth Paltrow's husband's band on "Austin City Limits" (sorry, I'm not being coy with the name, I just can't remember what they're called.) PBS may be my all-time favorite station in the world even though I didn't cite any PBS shows in my blog about the boobtube.
I *should* have been reading tonight. A Thousand Splendid Suns must be returned to the library in three days, no renewals because there are hold requests for it. Great book! I also highly recommend The Kite Runner by the same author which was recently made into a movie (and maybe an Oprah book-of-the-month).
And with that, Good Night!
Friday, January 25, 2008
Harry Potter
Different people in my life have been assigned character likenesses from the Harry Potter series.
Obviously, I am Lily. Which, one might assume, makes Griff Harry. But lately I've been thinking he is more Sirius Black. Among the many funny things he tells me on a daily basis [Tangent: the other day it was that he wants to be a billionaire when he grows up; today, that he doesn't want to get married, he just wants a butler.], he recently told me that he is part dog. And remember this is the boy who renamed himself Browniefoot, not too far off from Padfoot. I wonder what that indicates about our family, if anything....
My former boss would be Voldemort, which sounds really awful until one remembers that Voldemort was extremely powerful and had a loyal following among his members. And, of course, he took Lily away from her precious boy, which in a sense describes how I felt about working full-time. Big sigh. Lynn, however, is Dumbledore, without a doubt, as he reaffirmed my belief in the Democratic party.
Anyway, here are two links for Harry Potter fan fiction websites that my good friend Amy passed my way.
http://fanfiction.mugglenet.com/
http://www.fanfiction.net/book/Harry_Potter/
Congratulations to Amy, John, and little man Jake! They are expecting another baby in July, a little bit too early for my birthday or Harry/JK Rowling's but so exciting nonetheless!!
Obviously, I am Lily. Which, one might assume, makes Griff Harry. But lately I've been thinking he is more Sirius Black. Among the many funny things he tells me on a daily basis [Tangent: the other day it was that he wants to be a billionaire when he grows up; today, that he doesn't want to get married, he just wants a butler.], he recently told me that he is part dog. And remember this is the boy who renamed himself Browniefoot, not too far off from Padfoot. I wonder what that indicates about our family, if anything....
My former boss would be Voldemort, which sounds really awful until one remembers that Voldemort was extremely powerful and had a loyal following among his members. And, of course, he took Lily away from her precious boy, which in a sense describes how I felt about working full-time. Big sigh. Lynn, however, is Dumbledore, without a doubt, as he reaffirmed my belief in the Democratic party.
Anyway, here are two links for Harry Potter fan fiction websites that my good friend Amy passed my way.
http://fanfiction.mugglenet.com/
http://www.fanfiction.net/book/Harry_Potter/
Congratulations to Amy, John, and little man Jake! They are expecting another baby in July, a little bit too early for my birthday or Harry/JK Rowling's but so exciting nonetheless!!
More Songs
Okay, I must have a serious desire to be a disc jockey.
Roseability by Idlewild "Gertrude Stein said that's enough. I know that that's not enough now."
Float On by Modest Mouse. Also, much more at www.modestmouse.com.
Holy blog posts!!!
Roseability by Idlewild "Gertrude Stein said that's enough. I know that that's not enough now."
Float On by Modest Mouse. Also, much more at www.modestmouse.com.
Holy blog posts!!!
Television
I told Griffin & Bela today that they were about to meet their new babysitter, TV. But really, there are many, many programs that I like (and no, not all are kid-related).
This year I have broken my long-standing rule of not getting involved with a show in its first season. In the past, it has only led to heartbreak when the show was not continued. Notably Alicia Silverstone's "Miss Match" and Tony Shaloub's show about a crazy writer and his uptight editor, Neil Patrick Harris. Poor me, I kept waiting, week after week for the shows to come back on the air. Even going so far after the cancellation of "Miss Match" to write to NBC and denounce their sure-to-flop replacement, "The Apprentice." Well, we all know how that turned out. But I do insist that right was on my side in that case.
THE list (organized by network):
Chuck
Biggest Loser
Bionic Woman
Thirty Rock
The Office
My Name is Earl
WifeSwap (horrifying, I know!)
Super Nanny (even more horrifying! but hoping I never wind up ON it)
Samantha Who?
The Women's Murder Club
Dirty Sexy Money
And I can't wait until next Monday, when "The New Adventures of Old Christine" returns. That date is also the opening of the new yoga and pilates program at my health club so maybe I won't turn into a total couch potato.
In close, I would like to honor the memory of young actor, Heath Ledger, who passed away this week. It was quite shocking and very sad. He has a young daughter and was a gifted actor. He recently portrayed the Joker in a new installment of The Batman, and for that, he garnered my attention and admiration. Despite my feelings (or perhaps because of them, and my complete disgust with the celebrity saturated news), I was aghast that The Today Show led with the story of his surprising death, giving the stock plunge (the worst day for our markets since 9/11) second billing. What is this "Entertainment Tonight" for the breakfast crowd?!?
This year I have broken my long-standing rule of not getting involved with a show in its first season. In the past, it has only led to heartbreak when the show was not continued. Notably Alicia Silverstone's "Miss Match" and Tony Shaloub's show about a crazy writer and his uptight editor, Neil Patrick Harris. Poor me, I kept waiting, week after week for the shows to come back on the air. Even going so far after the cancellation of "Miss Match" to write to NBC and denounce their sure-to-flop replacement, "The Apprentice." Well, we all know how that turned out. But I do insist that right was on my side in that case.
THE list (organized by network):
Chuck
Biggest Loser
Bionic Woman
Thirty Rock
The Office
My Name is Earl
WifeSwap (horrifying, I know!)
Super Nanny (even more horrifying! but hoping I never wind up ON it)
Samantha Who?
The Women's Murder Club
Dirty Sexy Money
And I can't wait until next Monday, when "The New Adventures of Old Christine" returns. That date is also the opening of the new yoga and pilates program at my health club so maybe I won't turn into a total couch potato.
In close, I would like to honor the memory of young actor, Heath Ledger, who passed away this week. It was quite shocking and very sad. He has a young daughter and was a gifted actor. He recently portrayed the Joker in a new installment of The Batman, and for that, he garnered my attention and admiration. Despite my feelings (or perhaps because of them, and my complete disgust with the celebrity saturated news), I was aghast that The Today Show led with the story of his surprising death, giving the stock plunge (the worst day for our markets since 9/11) second billing. What is this "Entertainment Tonight" for the breakfast crowd?!?
What I'm Diggin'
Websites that allow you to collect and organize articles, recipes, etc. My favorites are the New York Times, Martha Stewart Living, Real Simple, and Allrecipes. There are some really innovative ideas sprouting forth from the fertile minds of web developers.
The best part of all? They have been modeled after the public library system. All articles on the above sites are offered free. This has not always been the case. The New York Times introduced Times Select a few years ago, depriving me (and thousands of other cheap bastards, I'm sure) of columns by my favorite opinionists. Recently the powers-that-be changed their minds and reversed course, proving they truly don't have anything in common with the President.
Flylady's "Rubba Scrubba." It is my new must-have tool, especially with two pooches. The thing cleans everything. I have not ordered it yet because the shipping is almost as much as the tool. If I wait too long, though, it will sell out again.
An Aussie lass wrote about the rubba scrubba on her blog, I Want That Dress. I would like to believe that she would view my writing as more sassy than cutesy but who knows? She is a cat person (in other words, inscrutable). I got a great idea from her though: she posts on her blog twice a week, on designated days. Clearly, a Flylady idea and perhaps one that I can adapt to The Jolly Mama.
Green living. There are some great ideas out there and a lot of discussion right now. The top tips I found today have been to 1) buy frozen, condensed juice at the grocery store 2) unplug chargers after cellphones, laptops, gaming systems have been juiced up 3) stop idling - one to bring up with Griffin's nursery school. ?? 363.738 DAV is the call number for Laurie David's Activist's Guide, available now at my library.
Community. Elizabeth Edwards wrote about it powerfully in her book, Saving Graces, and just recently I found an online movement, Playborhood. Their mission is to get kids out in the street, playing with each other. I like it and have been sharing it with others, which I suppose is the whole point, isn't it?
The best part of all? They have been modeled after the public library system. All articles on the above sites are offered free. This has not always been the case. The New York Times introduced Times Select a few years ago, depriving me (and thousands of other cheap bastards, I'm sure) of columns by my favorite opinionists. Recently the powers-that-be changed their minds and reversed course, proving they truly don't have anything in common with the President.
Flylady's "Rubba Scrubba." It is my new must-have tool, especially with two pooches. The thing cleans everything. I have not ordered it yet because the shipping is almost as much as the tool. If I wait too long, though, it will sell out again.
An Aussie lass wrote about the rubba scrubba on her blog, I Want That Dress. I would like to believe that she would view my writing as more sassy than cutesy but who knows? She is a cat person (in other words, inscrutable). I got a great idea from her though: she posts on her blog twice a week, on designated days. Clearly, a Flylady idea and perhaps one that I can adapt to The Jolly Mama.
Green living. There are some great ideas out there and a lot of discussion right now. The top tips I found today have been to 1) buy frozen, condensed juice at the grocery store 2) unplug chargers after cellphones, laptops, gaming systems have been juiced up 3) stop idling - one to bring up with Griffin's nursery school. ?? 363.738 DAV is the call number for Laurie David's Activist's Guide, available now at my library.
Community. Elizabeth Edwards wrote about it powerfully in her book, Saving Graces, and just recently I found an online movement, Playborhood. Their mission is to get kids out in the street, playing with each other. I like it and have been sharing it with others, which I suppose is the whole point, isn't it?
Music
Yo-Yo Ma. My film professor once chastised me for using the cellist's entire name in a game of "Musicians by Last Name." Oh, the games that young adults play on long bus rides through dusty Latin American countries. But, I digress (as usual). I heard Yo-Yo Ma interviewed recently on Fresh Air and the selections from his new record amazed me. Although I am not sure the name of the new CD, I am happy to report you can listen to selections of Ma's work on his website.
I listen to a lot of Fresh Air, actually, as it is broadcast during the time I drive Griffin to nursery school. Since Bela typically falls asleep on the trip home, I am an NPR driveway listener. One day this past fall, Terri Gross interviewed Dave Grohl, currently of the band Foo Fighters, but for punks of my generation, he will always be known as the drummer from Nirvana. During the interview, Grohl told a story of the first U.S. tour with Nirvana, when Kurt Cobain would poke holes in Grohl's drum kit with his guitar. The kit was pretty wrecked by the time the band got to Chicago, where Grohl heard about a music store that was having a blowout sale. He quickly concocted a scheme to destroy his kit on stage that night after the show was done, enlisting the help of Cobain. But, alas, the next day was Sunday... and the store was closed!
Moral of the story: telling your five-year-0ld such a story will also precipitate a need to advise him NOT to poke holes in his father's drum kit. And, he now has a very interesting repertoire of bands he demands to listen to, also known to him and his friends as "rockin' out music." :)
I'm also really liking a band called The Thrills. I love college rock! This is not the best recording, but it is by far the best I could find on YouTube.
I listen to a lot of Fresh Air, actually, as it is broadcast during the time I drive Griffin to nursery school. Since Bela typically falls asleep on the trip home, I am an NPR driveway listener. One day this past fall, Terri Gross interviewed Dave Grohl, currently of the band Foo Fighters, but for punks of my generation, he will always be known as the drummer from Nirvana. During the interview, Grohl told a story of the first U.S. tour with Nirvana, when Kurt Cobain would poke holes in Grohl's drum kit with his guitar. The kit was pretty wrecked by the time the band got to Chicago, where Grohl heard about a music store that was having a blowout sale. He quickly concocted a scheme to destroy his kit on stage that night after the show was done, enlisting the help of Cobain. But, alas, the next day was Sunday... and the store was closed!
Moral of the story: telling your five-year-0ld such a story will also precipitate a need to advise him NOT to poke holes in his father's drum kit. And, he now has a very interesting repertoire of bands he demands to listen to, also known to him and his friends as "rockin' out music." :)
I'm also really liking a band called The Thrills. I love college rock! This is not the best recording, but it is by far the best I could find on YouTube.
Art
Bela with a grape jelly mustache reminiscent of Salvador Dali.
Why Dali on my baby doll? Read on...
I've been diggin' art for awhile. When I worked downtown, I frequently visited galleries on my lunch hour to gaze at the work of Barbara Hranilovich, David Korte, and Mary Brodbeck. And, since the local art festival this past summer, Brett & I have been IN LOVE with the work of Kathleen Murphy Willer.
But this week Griffin had a field trip to the local art museum. He kept telling me, "I HATE art!"
Accckkk!! To which I *calmly* replied, "But you love the book about Mr. Monet. He made art." I also introduced him to Salvador Dali, whom I like, but I really thought Griffin would get a kick out of his wacky art and handlebar mustache. I even found an amazing website gallery that deserves a serious look. He seemed not-so-interested so I dropped it.
Turns out he was paying attention! His teacher told me afterwards that he asked the tour guide if they had any art by Salvador Dali (he remembered the whole name!) Lest I ever forget, these children are sponges and I can be ambrosia or acid. My choice.
In other art news: MSU has announced the winner of its design contest for the new multi-million dollar Eli & Edythe Broad Art Museum: Zaha Hadid, an international star of the architecture field who has designed only one other building in the United States. A great article with photos of her inspiring, spectacular designs is available through the weekly newspaper, City Pulse.
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
Fecal Matters
Just check out the writing on this site:
http://www.health911.com/remedies/rem_consti.htm
"Death begins in the colon" ... reminds me of something my eminently reliable brother-in-law told me about over the holidays. Apparently he has some friends who farm and their neighbor uses human waste on his organic farm. Oh, oh, oh...
http://www.health911.com/remedies/rem_consti.htm
"Death begins in the colon" ... reminds me of something my eminently reliable brother-in-law told me about over the holidays. Apparently he has some friends who farm and their neighbor uses human waste on his organic farm. Oh, oh, oh...
My Catcher in the Rye Moment
My perception of my little blue angel was rocked today by news from his nursery school teacher that he had dropped the f-bomb on the playground. WTF?!?!
Okay, so my loyal readers know that "F" is a word with whom I am on a first-name basis. Recall my post of December 7, 2007 "Bloody Hell" (side note: my little green apron store escape has come to an end. Remind me to blog about that later.)
But this is my SON and this afternoon's revelation became my Catcher in the Rye moment. After all, Griffin is so sweet that when I tell him at bedtime that I am so glad he is my son, he tells me that he is so glad I am his mama. He thinks the "bad words" are things like stupid, fart, and poop. Something doesn't jive here.
But this is ME so I began the self-analysis and hand-wringing immediately. First, I realized Brett and I have not done a sufficient job of keeping our bad words to ourselves. Mostly Brett, I blamed, as I cursed under my breath at another driver. Or maybe it's because we don't "church." That's it! We'll have to join a congregation - a nice liberal place that is pro-gay and not anti-choice - but a church so the children can learn to sing "Jesus Loves Me" and not drop f-bombs.
When I told Brett about the bombing, he had the same thought but (and this is why I married him!) a different reaction. "No way," is what he emphatically said, "He didn't say it."
At dinner, I danced around the issue with a myriad of questions. What are some bad words that you know? Would you ever say bad words that you've heard mom and dad say? It went on like this for an unbearable amount of time until Brett cut to the chase.
Brett: "Did you say something to a little girl about playing in the snow?"
Griffin: "Yes" (looking slightly uncomfortable)
Brett: "What did you say?"
Griffin: "I told her that it would affect her because the teachers said it could hurt us to eat snow. I didn't want her to get hurt."
So, dear reader, say it with me ... AFFECT. Imagine the possibilities of this word in the mouth of a five-year-old. HA! He didn't swear. There was no dropping of an f-bomb (except, may I point out, by the little girl who knows F but not "affect" ... but I'm not bitter.) Anyway, the teachers were very cool about the whole thing and I am confident that when I tell them the story they will appreciate my son's stellar vocabulary.
Okay, so my loyal readers know that "F" is a word with whom I am on a first-name basis. Recall my post of December 7, 2007 "Bloody Hell" (side note: my little green apron store escape has come to an end. Remind me to blog about that later.)
But this is my SON and this afternoon's revelation became my Catcher in the Rye moment. After all, Griffin is so sweet that when I tell him at bedtime that I am so glad he is my son, he tells me that he is so glad I am his mama. He thinks the "bad words" are things like stupid, fart, and poop. Something doesn't jive here.
But this is ME so I began the self-analysis and hand-wringing immediately. First, I realized Brett and I have not done a sufficient job of keeping our bad words to ourselves. Mostly Brett, I blamed, as I cursed under my breath at another driver. Or maybe it's because we don't "church." That's it! We'll have to join a congregation - a nice liberal place that is pro-gay and not anti-choice - but a church so the children can learn to sing "Jesus Loves Me" and not drop f-bombs.
When I told Brett about the bombing, he had the same thought but (and this is why I married him!) a different reaction. "No way," is what he emphatically said, "He didn't say it."
At dinner, I danced around the issue with a myriad of questions. What are some bad words that you know? Would you ever say bad words that you've heard mom and dad say? It went on like this for an unbearable amount of time until Brett cut to the chase.
Brett: "Did you say something to a little girl about playing in the snow?"
Griffin: "Yes" (looking slightly uncomfortable)
Brett: "What did you say?"
Griffin: "I told her that it would affect her because the teachers said it could hurt us to eat snow. I didn't want her to get hurt."
So, dear reader, say it with me ... AFFECT. Imagine the possibilities of this word in the mouth of a five-year-old. HA! He didn't swear. There was no dropping of an f-bomb (except, may I point out, by the little girl who knows F but not "affect" ... but I'm not bitter.) Anyway, the teachers were very cool about the whole thing and I am confident that when I tell them the story they will appreciate my son's stellar vocabulary.
Thursday, January 10, 2008
S-L-O-W Down
In junior high my algebra teacher told my mom I was a slow mover. I have always perceived that comment as an insult and believed there might be something fundamentally wrong with me for being s-l-o-w. Mind you, he wasn't saying that I was unintelligent, and I was not particularly concerned about that being the juxt of his position. My concern was that it meant that he had discerned what the rest of the world was to soon find out: that I was not effective. Of course, at 12 I didn't have a grasp on what effectiveness is but I knew what it felt like.
But perhaps it is time for me to change my perspective about his choice of adjectives. Check out the new SLOW movement. I've found my calling! I can be their spokesperson!
But perhaps it is time for me to change my perspective about his choice of adjectives. Check out the new SLOW movement. I've found my calling! I can be their spokesperson!
Wednesday, January 2, 2008
Bela, Bela Stinky Pants
Just a quick message to say that Bela is awake from her nap, and clearly I will need to change a poopy diaper.
DIrtY versus HAPpy: 2008 resolutions
I just came from my bedroom where I have been breathing deeply and staring at the ceiling for 30 minutes. Why? Because I was trying to help Griffin calm down in order to take a nap. Since he has been on holiday from nursery school we have reinstituted the afternoon nap (which I am sure will cause some friction next week when he is at school trying to function during this time but is, nonetheless, needed).
Poor Griffin was sobbing that he was mad, mad, mad because he wanted to watch Pingu (a Swedish cartoon about a penguin) and he did NOT want to take a nap. I felt for him, really I did, even if there were no actual tears coming from his sweet little tear ducts and the circles under his eyes were the same violet shade as twilight. But, he never actually said he wasn't tired, just that he didn't want to take a nap. He acknowledged that it was not a matter to cry about and I praised him for using his words to express how he was feeling.
As we both became quiet, I gazed around at my surroundings in the context of my 2008 resolutions. There are, of course, a load of resolutions I have made - from the silly (walk around the gym locker room nude) to the overreaching (become a better person). One of the important ones, however, is to "Go Green," as in the environmental movement. I want to reduce my carbon footprint (or whatever...) but I also want to be smarter with my money, the other "green." It also would be nice if MSU (green & white) could beat UM next year on the football field but that one is beyond my control.
The topic in the second hour of The Diane Rehm Show today was about living happily. Her guest was discussing different societies' happiness levels, with Bhutan being as close to Shangri-La as you can get in real life. One of the things the guest mentioned was that people who are materialistic tend to have a much lower level of happiness
It should be noted at this point that any of this information may have been misinterpreted by me, or I could be just plain incorrect, as I was listening to the show, answering endless questions about the Batman, and cursing myself for not getting out to the grocery store earlier in the day as Bela started to doze.
A caller suggested that people who want to be happy should learn to count their blessings, a noble feat indeed, but it made me wonder "how does one do this?" So I will be working out the answer to that question. There seems to be a superficial way of doing this (comparing one's own life situation to another who is not so lucky) but I want more and I know from observing the people I love that it is possible.
For example, my mother-in-law was diagnosed with lung cancer at Thanksgiving. She is halfway through her chemotherapy and is simultaneously undergoing radiation. The amazing thing is how upbeat her attitude is. She is grateful for not being sick or losing her hair yet due to the chemo, and seems to be taking it all in stride. It is the last thing in the world I would want to happen to her, or anyone that I love, but I admire her strength. I am inspired by it. She has a very strong faith (although she is not a regular churchgoer) and a very strong sense of self, I think. So maybe that is wherein the answer lies. Anyway, dear reader, please pray for her, because that helps too.
Regarding the title of this post: DIrtY versus HAPpy. This is my interpretation of a common acronym (Do-It-Yourself) and a new one that I came up with today, laying on my bed, looking at the blue walls and ceiling that are the same color as they were before we moved into this house. HAPpy is the adapted acronym for Hire-A-Professional. I want to hire someone to paint my walls. I don't know how this fits with the "green" resolution, particularly the part about being smarter with my money (I could be environmentally-conscious by purchasing low-VOC paint), except that it is the only thing I want for that room. So, I postulate, perhaps this means that I am becoming less of a materialist?
If you are reading this post, please share your New Year's resolution in the Comments section.
Poor Griffin was sobbing that he was mad, mad, mad because he wanted to watch Pingu (a Swedish cartoon about a penguin) and he did NOT want to take a nap. I felt for him, really I did, even if there were no actual tears coming from his sweet little tear ducts and the circles under his eyes were the same violet shade as twilight. But, he never actually said he wasn't tired, just that he didn't want to take a nap. He acknowledged that it was not a matter to cry about and I praised him for using his words to express how he was feeling.
As we both became quiet, I gazed around at my surroundings in the context of my 2008 resolutions. There are, of course, a load of resolutions I have made - from the silly (walk around the gym locker room nude) to the overreaching (become a better person). One of the important ones, however, is to "Go Green," as in the environmental movement. I want to reduce my carbon footprint (or whatever...) but I also want to be smarter with my money, the other "green." It also would be nice if MSU (green & white) could beat UM next year on the football field but that one is beyond my control.
The topic in the second hour of The Diane Rehm Show today was about living happily. Her guest was discussing different societies' happiness levels, with Bhutan being as close to Shangri-La as you can get in real life. One of the things the guest mentioned was that people who are materialistic tend to have a much lower level of happiness
It should be noted at this point that any of this information may have been misinterpreted by me, or I could be just plain incorrect, as I was listening to the show, answering endless questions about the Batman, and cursing myself for not getting out to the grocery store earlier in the day as Bela started to doze.
A caller suggested that people who want to be happy should learn to count their blessings, a noble feat indeed, but it made me wonder "how does one do this?" So I will be working out the answer to that question. There seems to be a superficial way of doing this (comparing one's own life situation to another who is not so lucky) but I want more and I know from observing the people I love that it is possible.
For example, my mother-in-law was diagnosed with lung cancer at Thanksgiving. She is halfway through her chemotherapy and is simultaneously undergoing radiation. The amazing thing is how upbeat her attitude is. She is grateful for not being sick or losing her hair yet due to the chemo, and seems to be taking it all in stride. It is the last thing in the world I would want to happen to her, or anyone that I love, but I admire her strength. I am inspired by it. She has a very strong faith (although she is not a regular churchgoer) and a very strong sense of self, I think. So maybe that is wherein the answer lies. Anyway, dear reader, please pray for her, because that helps too.
Regarding the title of this post: DIrtY versus HAPpy. This is my interpretation of a common acronym (Do-It-Yourself) and a new one that I came up with today, laying on my bed, looking at the blue walls and ceiling that are the same color as they were before we moved into this house. HAPpy is the adapted acronym for Hire-A-Professional. I want to hire someone to paint my walls. I don't know how this fits with the "green" resolution, particularly the part about being smarter with my money (I could be environmentally-conscious by purchasing low-VOC paint), except that it is the only thing I want for that room. So, I postulate, perhaps this means that I am becoming less of a materialist?
If you are reading this post, please share your New Year's resolution in the Comments section.
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