You Light Up My Life

So above the dining room table hung this lamp:
Looking at it eerily reminded me of dining at Pizza Hut. And the bronze/gold fixture? HAD.TO.GO.

Enter this blog, which offered a sort of diy tutorial.

We used hoops (like for sewing and quilting), screws (they did not) quilting plastic (they did not), and burlap.

Except my boyfriend is a lover of building/engineering and was not satisfied with all of their setup. He got rid of the adjustable knob things on the side (they left their knobs on) by securing the hoops with itty bitty screws. We used quilter's plastic (might not be the actual name) because the plexi-glass splinters, costs more, and we couldn't even find it. We've had warnings of it getting melt-y/bend-y, but our bulb doesn't get too hot and the drum shade is HUGE, so it isn't even close to the light.

Oh, and Jeremiah also spray painted the fixture.

Ready to see the result?


Our total cost was about $17. Seventeen dollars, people.

P.S. I'm not showing the table with it just yet because the table is a disaster as it has been the go to place for crap that we moved off the counter during painting season.

I Promise

Jeremiah,
I promise to NEVER call you The Hubs, Hubs, The Hubby, or Hubby. Promise and promise forever and ever. While it might be cute and appropriate for some people, it is not cute or appropriate for us. Ever. Even when we get married, I will never utter those words, even as a joke. I promise, okay?
Muah,
Emily

P.S. In return, please do not call me "Old Lady", "The Missus", or "Ball & Chain" or anything equally as ick.
Thanks.

Oh, Boy(friend).

I sent Jeremiah a cool engagement/proposal that I read about on a blog. I listed it as the coolest proposal THUS FAR, indicating that perhaps he could do better.

His response?

Yeah…I’m pretty sure I could outdo that. Really, that’s whats taking me so long…just the planning alone has been 3 years in the process.

Now I have to save up for it. But I’m pretty sure you’ll enjoy the trip to the Diamond mines in Egypt to pick out your diamond and then the trip to France for the setting to put the stone in…I’ve told you too much now. I have to rethink this.

Smart ass.

p.s. Yesterday we had guest teachers and got the day to do planning with our grade level. My room smells like it has been assaulted by an old lady. I'm wondering if she actually sprayed grandma perfume IN MY ROOM. I don't think I should have to put a note saying, "please don't drench my room in an old lady perfume. I much rather the smell of kids. At least that doesn't bother my asthma." I've yet to have a teacher that meets my standards. This babe went through my fridge while I was IN THE ROOM and got mad when I told her that I had a lunch to store in it, too. In addition, she was angry because she had duty twice (poor lady. 70 degrees and sunny. half day work at full day pay. boo hoo.). SUCK IT UP.

An Ocean of Color

I wanted to share the little shelf CLH created for me so I could display my ocean-inspired glass SAFELY (a daunting task considering the dogs).

It's in the laundry room (hence the frosted windows) and I'm sorry the picture didn't turn out better but with the flash the glasses didn't light up. Without the flash, the room is a bit dim. I just really wanted you to see the neat effect. It's even cooler in the afternoon when the sun is really shining through. Beautiful glass that lights up the room.

P.S. All of the glass was purchased at either SalArmy or Goodwill for less than a dollar each.

P.P.S. What I'm listening to now: THUNDER! We are having an incredible storm! Roads flooded and everything! It is something that you don't miss until it's gone - grey skies and rain. Makes me feel like fall is finally here. We even had HAIL!

Ultimate Goals

The other night while I was sitting around with Boyfriend I told him that my ultimate goal in life was world domination. Boyfriend knows me quite well, and his response was along the lines of, "Hmmm...Okay." and then continuing along with whatever he was doing.

Because I am random and lofty-goaled, all at the same time.

Then at work my principal comes to me. She says all these nice things. Compliments. How wonderful I worked on a team. How I stayed on task. How I really represented where the school needed to be going. All these nice things. I couldn't help it, I purred. And when she asked me to join an intervention team at school, I folded. I'm a work slut. Say nice things to me and I'm yours.

I went home and sat across from Boyfriend to play Bananagrams (which is the best game EVER - it's like Scrabble except you are mostly competing with yourself - you only play off of your tiles). He was all, "What's up?" and I informed him that I had been suckered into more stuff at work by being on this team thing.

He's quiet for a minute. Plays his tiles. Looks up and says, "This will be great on your resume for that world domination gig you wanted."

So true. Thanks for keeping my eyes on the prize.



P.S. What I'm listening to now: Weezer, self-titled. Particular favorites include the well-known "Buddy Holly" which is all about not frontin' (I say this in a completely silly and nerd girl way) and goes something like this: "OOO EEE OOO I look just like Buddy Holly Oh Oh and you're Mary Tyler Moore. I don't care what they say about us anyway."
The other song I'm in heart with right now "Undone: The Sweater Song" Slightly less popular, but still a hit. Talk singing all the way. I want to be skater cool. I also want the nineties back, which is evident by my music choice.

What's everyone else listening to?


P.P.S. A work slut is different than a slut at work. Just thought I should point that out.

Salvation finds find salvation

A while back (as in, nothing was painted, nothing was finished, we'd just moved in...so actually, a year ago.) I got this mirror at SalArmy. You can tell it was supposed to be on a dresser or something.

But I knew it had potential. If only we could turn it sideways and paint it, too!

So we did. And I also had Jeremiah hang little hooks so I could get these CUTE little letters (our first initials of our last names).
Here's what it looks like finished. The table was also from SalArmy. I paid about fifteen for the table. The mirror was five.
Please ignore the fact that there are two different types of knobs. I'm still deciding. And I'm not sure if I want the top of the table to be black or left as is.
Anyway, here is the setup for a grand total of about fifteen dollars!


P.S. I would like to introduce a little something I call, "What I'm listening to now."
What I'm listening to now: T Rex - Electric Warrior
It's Jeremiah's vinyl and it is one of my favorites. My favorite song on there is "Cosmic Dancer".

So...Yeah. We Own Pint-Sized Devils.

Is it:

A. Snowing in AZ
B. A DIY gone awry
C. What the dogs do when they want to be extra naughty


If you guessed C, you are correct. Those little butt munches have their own blanket that they cozy up in and when they are not cozy in it, they rip the shredding out and run around with it. So much fun. This is what they do when we are preoccupied with house stuff. Little bastards.