Harry Potter

In honor of the last installment of the Harry Potter movies I decided to finally read the books. I finished the last one two weeks ago and I must admit I like them (you can say I told you so later). Usually I go to the midnight showings but this year my parents are in town and we are going to a play together and I figured getting out of the play at 11 and getting a decent seat at a midnight showing was impossible so a friday afternoon showing will have to do. (plus dragging my bum out of bed for work is hard when I go to bed at 11 I can't imagine how difficult it'd be if I went to bed at 4ish.) Anywho, my sis-in-law posted a HP questionaire on her blog and I decided to steal it, so with out further ado here it is:

#1. Who is your favorite character?
That would be Dobby. I cried when he died - at the theater and while reading the book.


 
#2. Who is your least favorite character?

Delores Umbridge, she makes my skin crawl

 
#3. If you were one of the Professors who would you be?

Filius Flitwick - no short jokes, please

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

#4. If you were one of the students who would you be?

Luna Lovegood

#5. Which one is most like you- Harry, Hermione, or Ron?

I'm a mix between Ron and Hermione - I could be thier daughter
#6. Which house would you be in?

Ravenclaw

#7. What position would you play in quidditch?
Beater - I've got a bunch of aggression I would love to take out.
 
#8. Which owl would you be? Hedwig the Snowy Owl, Errol the Great Gray Owl, Pigwidgeon the Little Owl, or Percy's Screech Owl?
Pigwidgeon

#9. Which would you bring to Hogwarts- an owl, cat, or toad?
An owl - I want to be like all the cool kids
 
#10. Which subject would you be best at?
Care of Magical Creatures. I like wierd animals


#11. Which subject would you be worst at?
Herbology. My thumb is black, if I just look at a plant it dies.


#12. Which store would interest you the most in Hogsmeade?
Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes


#13. Who would you want to go with to the Yule Ball?
Do I have to go? If I must I'd go with Fred or George, they'd keep me laughing all night


#14. Who would be your number 1 enemy?
Lucius Malfoy, I really don't like him!



#15. What would your patronas be?
A Squirrel. I like squirrels.

My Boaders

As I was mowing my yard last night I noticed these beauts sporadically placed throughout:

mounds of dirt? Why are you showing us mounds of dirt? Well, my friends, these mounds of dirt mean one thing: THE MOLES ARE BACK! That's right, moles are hopefully digging under my yard in such a way that I can irrigate with a drip hose! That will make watering so much more effective – I can water the foundation and the yard at the same time – so keep digging little moles, keep digging!

The moles reminded me of all the other wildlife that inhabits my yard. So I thought I'd introduce all of you, or just Renee (cause I think she's the only one that reads this) to everyone. Just so everyone's clear I live in suburbia – in the middle of a large metropolitan area – not the country.

This is Lizzy – the lizard. She temporarily lived in my fireplace, then under my dressing table then I finally caught her sleeping on my pillow and was able to take her back outside where she currently resides.

And this is Billy the Bull Frog. I found him cuddled up next to my front door one morning:

This is Cassandra (Cassie for short). Sometime this spring she lost her tail and has been gallivanting around with a grayish stub that has slowly been forming a new one. I am excited to report she finally finished growing her tail back this week!

And then there is the family of woodpeckers – they come back every spring and add on to their previous dwellings in my tree, soon I will have a whole woodpecker apartment complex, I'm sure! I usually only see the males with an occasional glimpse of a female, but I can sure hear their babies.

Last week these four showed up I haven't named them yet but I'm working on it (suggestions are welcome):

And there you have it, the residents of my 1/8 acre lot. (This does not include the stray cat that I'm sure is the reason Cassie lost her tail, I've kick that particular resident to the curb for not playing nice with the others.) 

I have a confession...

Yesterday I was lounging around chatting with some friends when I let it slip that I don't like to decorate. "GASP! But, Sandy, you're an interior designer?! How can you not like decorating?!"

Well, it's like this, I'm more of a big picture kind of gal, a problem solver so to speak. There's a reason I went into commercial design and not residential.

I like the problem solving aspect of making things fit when it really doesn't seem possible (and believe me everyone wants way more in their space then in reality can actually fit). Sometimes it take hours to arrange the puzzle in just the right way that it all works (and meets code -a pesky little thing- and ADA guidelines -also very pesky) and sometimes I feel like throwing in the towel and saying it can't be done. But when the solution comes - it's glorious and gives me a high.

If I'm being completely honest I'd say I also don't like selecting finishes, I don't mind it (I do realize the importance of a good overall color scheme) but I don't enjoy it either.

But what I really don't care about is the accessories you put in the space and let's be honest here, that's what residential design really is - accessorizing, yuck.

Don't get me wrong I love arranging MY accessories and shopping for just the right accents for MY house. But don't ask me to do it for yours. I'd be more than happy to arrange your furniture for ultimate space utilization but I don't care what you put on your mantel or bookshelves or walls; it's your space - do what makes you happy. Where to put your owl collection is not my problem.

A Walk Down Memory Lane Part 1

So the cool thing about your parents moving back to a town you used to live in ... when you visit you get to take a tour of all the fun places you used to go! Allow my to introduce you to Waldorf MD - through the eyes of an 8 year old ... Our first tour takes us through my old neighborhood: (pronounced Utah Forest - I was very confused on how to spell Utah for the longest time after we moved here)

On our way to the old house we pass on the right my Friwn (friend/twin - we shared a birthday) Kristy's house, she usually came to our house to play but we did have a sleep over there once and played a very exciting game of 'Truth or Dare':

and a little further down still on the right is Mrs. Henderson - a sweet old lady's house (and by old I mean ancient she was at least 90, ok my mom says 80 but I'm not sure I believe her) we used to make and decorate sugar cookies with her - when my mom wanted us out of the house and none of our friends were home.

next to Mrs. Henderson's was a gravel road that led to the electrical transformers... there was gooey blue paint on one of the chain link fence posts that we used to pretend was alien blood ... Ever go on an alien hunt in the forest for a wounded alien? (you should try it sometime) Three doors down My House! A lovely split level house with a half finished basement and an awesome patio. My first bedroom was the two windows furthest to the left (it had hideous huge pink flowers on the wallpaper) which I shared with my sister until my parents got tired of us fighting all the time and gave us our "own rooms" and then my "room" - the walls consisted of 1 desk, a bunch of stacked boxes, a white metal cabinet, and a long row of book shelves with a curtain for the door -moved to the unfinished half of the basement (first window to the left of the door) I was so excited to have my own room ... although my sister was right next door on the other side of the bookcase wall.

Across the street from my house on the left was first Whitney's House - she was my little brother's age and all three of us used to hang out on the steps and read books, her parents and her used to bring our dog cat food that their cat wouldn't eat (my dog wasn't very picky like their cat) we spent a lot of time over there when we were off school for a month because of 8 inches of ice and my mom had laryngitis...

and then Jillian's house, we used to make snow-snow cones in the winter and see who can hold their breath the longest under water in the pool during the summer. She had two brothers, AJ and Sterling who were in high school and used to torture us when we tried to hang out with them (they introduced us to storm drain exploring among other things)

and a little further down ... the sledding hill, with a huge curve - my sister broke her arm running down this hill

Let's turn around now and go to the coolest house in the neighborhood, turn right onto Capt House Rd then left on Capt Demont Rd drive to the end and you will find "the Captain's House" an old Civil War Era house with secret passageways, steep-steep stairs (I'm talkin' 12in high steps) and three stories of fun. The family that used to live here had "Bible School" during the summer that we went to before playing for hours.

There wasn't a gate then or those huge bushes - you used to be able to see the house from the street ... must have new owners (who obviously like their privacy) And that's the end of the neighborhood tour, thank you for coming and we'll see you next time when we visit Lori's house, my elementary school and the church we went to. (You don't want to miss some of the stories that go along with the pictures)

First Memories

Recently I was asked about my favorite memory, if you know me well you'd know I don't have favorites of much of anything, but it got me thinking of all the fun times I had growing up and got me searching my memory for the very first thing I remember in this world. At first I thought about the night my dad hit a doe, a deer - a female deer (I digress)... I can still see it's big eyes in the headlights as the car got closer till BAM! the deer was dead, and the front of the car - mangled, we were on our way to a friends house to eat dinner because it was our last night in Tennessee - we drove/moved cross country to California the next day. But really that wasn't my very first memory, a month earlier my little bro was born and I distinctly remember going shopping for a present for him ... digging through the bin of stuffed animals with my older sibblings, past the teddy bears, the elephants, and whatever else was in there and selecting ... wait for it (this was really good, well worth the wait) ... a cow puppet!! Yes, that's right, a cow puppet, because every baby boy needs a stuffed cow. (He may still have it- or more likely it's at my house in storage- but I think it's still around) So there you have it my first memory.