1) Where is your cell phone? - Shelf
2) Hair? – ponytail
3) Your mother? - missed
4) Your father? - disappointed
5) Your fav food ? - pizza
6) Your Dream last night ? - odd
7) Your fav drink ? -wine
8) Your dream goal ? - boss
9) What room are you in ? - kitchen
10) Your hobby ? - writing
11) Your fear? - loneliness
12) Where do you want to be in 6 years time ? – owner
13) Where were you last night ? - home
14) Something that you aren't ? – boy
15) Muffins ? - eh
16) Wishlist item -house
17) Where did you grow up ? -Framingham
18) Last thing you did ? - sipped
19) What are you wearing ? - comfy
20) Your T.V ? - off
21) Your pets ? - rats :)
22) Your friends ? - loved
23) Your life ? - weird
24) Your mood ? - hopeful
25) Missing someone ? - lots
26) Vehicle ? - VW
27) Something you're not wearing ? - ring
28) Your fav store ? - liquor
29) Your fav colour ? - pink
30) Last time you laughed ? - today
31) Last time you cried ? - 10th
32) Your best friend ? - Leah
33) One place you go to over and over ? - school
34) One person who emails regularly ? - Leah
35) Fav place to eat ? - Sushibar
36) Facebook ? – everyday
Saturday, November 21, 2009
Unfortunately Kimiko Didn't Make It
Okay, this is just for fun but I came across it on Google. You have to understand, it's kind of funny to me because my name is Kimiko, I'm a girl, and I look like I'm from Ireland. You'll understand when you read the story: Kimiko!
Material Girl
When I was married, we had a lot of stuff. It was really nice stuff. And now my ex has it which sucks but it really doesn't enrich my life either way. I learned that this past year. I mean, it's really nice to have all the great stuff but if you have a warm place to sleep and food to eat and money to pay the bills, (I have two of those things) then you're all set.
You don't need all the fancy gadgets and gizmos, no matter how fun and exciting they are. You get bored of them and you also have more to worry about. Slowly, over this past year, I have transformed a small, blah apartment into a home I share with my daughters.
It started out with white walls and an ugly flowered wallpaper border in the kitchen to bright yellow walls, fun furniture (an authentic 50s retro kitchen table, 50s retro metal floor cabinet, and a glossy red pantry I transformed myself) and lots of personality, complete with a huge framed Beatles print on one of the walls. And the bedrooms are cute, mine painted amethyst and the girls' room painted sky blue. The living room is clean and organized and I managed to buy a nice couch from Cardi's with my good credit. The teeny tiny bathroom is painted Tiffany-box blue with white accents. The entire place screams "Kimiko" and I love it! I have managed here, starting with practically nothing and coming this far in just under a year. I still have a long way to go but it's cute and homey and welcoming.
That being said, there are a lot of things I miss it. I mean, as much as I say I don't need certain things, deep down, those material things are really nice and they make me happy. Okay, so it's not true happiness but it makes certain things comfortable and easy or just plain nice. So what do I miss? Well, first and foremost, I miss my house (a cute little Cape that I once decorated, cleaned and paid the mortgage on) and my truck (a GMC Yukon XL that I picked out and bought when I was eight months pregnant with my third child). Then there are the little things: my Le Creuset kettle and stockpot, my four slice DeLonghi toaster, the Mac and printer, my living room set that I saved for and picked out, my pretty bedroom that I slaved over and painted one steamy July and the West Elm furniture that resides in it. I miss my Giada de Laurentiis cookbook that I wasn't able to take, even though I bought it, I miss my CDs that I bought before I even got married. I miss this celadon green serving bowl from Crate and Barrel that my mom gave me, the waffle maker that my aunt gave me, the other half of the knives in my Wusthof knife set that were a gift one anniversary, my kids' bedroom that I decorated and cleaned, my washer and dryer, my stainless steel appliances, my fondue sets--one of which I picked out and bought and the other one of which my mother bought for me. And I miss my pantry that I organized and bought all the Tupperware for so no rodents or pests could get into our dry goods (both of which at one point happened).
I'm sure there are a lot more things I am not even mentioning but the more I think about things, the angrier I feel because I established that place and now I can't even be there. You have no idea how much that sucks.
My moment of zen...breathe...eventually, I will replace all those things and to some extent, I have, but at great cost and with little or no money. Isn't it funny how useless money can be.
You don't need all the fancy gadgets and gizmos, no matter how fun and exciting they are. You get bored of them and you also have more to worry about. Slowly, over this past year, I have transformed a small, blah apartment into a home I share with my daughters.
It started out with white walls and an ugly flowered wallpaper border in the kitchen to bright yellow walls, fun furniture (an authentic 50s retro kitchen table, 50s retro metal floor cabinet, and a glossy red pantry I transformed myself) and lots of personality, complete with a huge framed Beatles print on one of the walls. And the bedrooms are cute, mine painted amethyst and the girls' room painted sky blue. The living room is clean and organized and I managed to buy a nice couch from Cardi's with my good credit. The teeny tiny bathroom is painted Tiffany-box blue with white accents. The entire place screams "Kimiko" and I love it! I have managed here, starting with practically nothing and coming this far in just under a year. I still have a long way to go but it's cute and homey and welcoming.
That being said, there are a lot of things I miss it. I mean, as much as I say I don't need certain things, deep down, those material things are really nice and they make me happy. Okay, so it's not true happiness but it makes certain things comfortable and easy or just plain nice. So what do I miss? Well, first and foremost, I miss my house (a cute little Cape that I once decorated, cleaned and paid the mortgage on) and my truck (a GMC Yukon XL that I picked out and bought when I was eight months pregnant with my third child). Then there are the little things: my Le Creuset kettle and stockpot, my four slice DeLonghi toaster, the Mac and printer, my living room set that I saved for and picked out, my pretty bedroom that I slaved over and painted one steamy July and the West Elm furniture that resides in it. I miss my Giada de Laurentiis cookbook that I wasn't able to take, even though I bought it, I miss my CDs that I bought before I even got married. I miss this celadon green serving bowl from Crate and Barrel that my mom gave me, the waffle maker that my aunt gave me, the other half of the knives in my Wusthof knife set that were a gift one anniversary, my kids' bedroom that I decorated and cleaned, my washer and dryer, my stainless steel appliances, my fondue sets--one of which I picked out and bought and the other one of which my mother bought for me. And I miss my pantry that I organized and bought all the Tupperware for so no rodents or pests could get into our dry goods (both of which at one point happened).
I'm sure there are a lot more things I am not even mentioning but the more I think about things, the angrier I feel because I established that place and now I can't even be there. You have no idea how much that sucks.
My moment of zen...breathe...eventually, I will replace all those things and to some extent, I have, but at great cost and with little or no money. Isn't it funny how useless money can be.
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