Thursday, April 29, 2010

Less is More


It's a little late now, but I think I made a horrible error in judgment concerning my life. I wish I would have, before I got used to the finer things in life - cars, furniture, running water - have aspired to a simpler lifestyle. Beach Raker.

Just imagine, getting up and raking the sand clean of the high tide seaweed and then laying on the beach until the next raking in the morning. Easy-Peasy. Only as many possessions as will fit in a Chevy Chevette and eating ramen every meal, but the trade-off is a life of relaxation.

I might have even learned how to surf along the way. Maybe have saved for a metal detector. Made puka shell necklaces to sell to a local shop. Knitted fishing nets.

The possibilities would have been endless if only I had aspired to less.

Thursday, April 22, 2010


So this afternoon Tanya and I are sitting there picking out yarn for a new knitting project when she gasps and starts poking in my hair. She is looking behind my ear and says, "Did you know you have a chunk of hair missing?"


She looks on the other side to see if I just have some freaky hairline, but no, there is definitely a chunk of hair missing from the left side of my head.

I take down my ponytail and ask her to weed through the rest and see if there are any more holes. Nope, no more bare spots. Just that one.

After Alan got home I showed it to him. I completely expecting him to make me feel better by doing the typical guy thing and saying it's not that bad, or, dare I hope, an "I don't see what you're talking about."


He looks and hmm's and while walking away says it's probably just stress. Typical guy thing is what I was looking for!

So now I have to wear my hair down.

Saturday, April 17, 2010

Outside of house

For everyone looking for the outside of the new house...


Wednesday, April 7, 2010

The story of poop - Christensen style

Alan and I do not talk about poop. Ever. The 1st and last time we discussed it was when we were going on our 1st vacation and I announced that when I asked him to leave the room he would have to leave, no questions asked. When he agreed and said ditto, I knew he was the one for me.

Wait, we did discuss it one other time. I told him that sometimes a woman will poop on the table while giving birth. No matter what I was not one of those women. If it happens then it didn't really happen and that was that. Again, he agreed - no questions asked.

We are showing the house in 30 minutes and as soon as Alan walked out of the bathroom I said, "You did not do what I think you just did, did you? You're shit better smell like roses or I'm going to be super pissed."

Selling a house - The thing that brings families closer.

Tuesday, April 6, 2010