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Tuesday, November 17, 2015

Watching HGTV with my Daughter

Like most American women I love watching HGTV.  It started 2 years ago when I stumbled upon "Love it or List it" when my husband and I were debating whether we should, in fact, love our house and do some improvements or list it and move on.  We moved on.

So then it became about watching shows for decorating ideas.

And, since my husband prefers watching shows that occur in Alaska or involve people wearing flannel, he would often groan when I would turn it on (although he did like "Love it or List it" as well). 

My daughter, however, has recently decided that she LOVES the channel.  "Property Brothers, " "Fixer Upper" and "Love it or List it" are her faves.

This has made ME love it even more because nothing is funnier than listening to my daughter comment on the programs.

If you're not familiar with "Property Brothers" it's two twin brothers where one poses as a contractor and the other poses as a realtor.  I would say they are these things but I have my doubts....  ANYHOW, the find a couple with unrealistic expectations, show them the perfect house which is ridiculously out of their price range, then take them to fixer uppers, chose one and then spend the last half of the show remodeling it. 

It's her very favorite.

After watching them show the unsuspecting couple the overpriced house:  "Well that's just mean...." then adding "If they don't want to do a reno why are they on the show?  Haven't they seen it before?"  Because EVERY time the people respond the same way.  As if they are shocked the first house will be overpriced and they have to remodel.  That's the point of the show.  Don't looked so surprised folks.  She's now taken to saying "DON'T FALL FOR IT!!"

"What's the big deal with open concept?  All they do is knock down a wall and put in an island... every time. "  Yep.

"Why do they only fix the kitchen?  What about the rest of the house?"

On "Fixer Upper:"

"Does everyone want French Country?  What is that anyway?"

"All the houses look like hers...."

"Why does everyone get white cabinets?  And what's with the open concept?"

"All these houses end up looking the same...."

On "Love it or List it"

"Here we go.... here's the disaster...."  At the 30 minute mark something awful will happen and we always try to guess... plumbing?  electrical?  foundation?  Either way, that closet expansion or master bath reno has to go.....

"The other realtor (the Toronto show) is mean.  I like this guy (Vancouver dude) better.  Why does he have to be so mean?"

"I bet they tear down a wall and add an island...."

"Maybe if they cleaned up, they wouldn't need a bigger house...."  you should see her room, by the way.... she could learn from herself.

"They are totally gonna list it... that other house was great.. WHAT?  They are staying??"

But my favorite was Saturday night when she looked at me and said "You know, if I had an unlimited amount of money, I could make this place look nice...."

Me, too.  Welcome to reality. 

Tuesday, November 10, 2015

Things that I missed and the World missed since I'm not on Facebook

It would certainly be easier if EVERYONE quit Facebook (no offense to Mark Zuckerman).  It seems as if everything I'm involved with organizes via Facebook, so I've been obligated to pop on about twice a week to see if I'm missing anything. 

But first, let me share what I would have posted and what you've missed:

On the way to school my daughter informed me that she doesn't like choir.  Apparently, all they do is sing.

Alas, Fall has arrived.  Could not be happier.

My husband and I just had an entire conversation about which one of us was taking our son to lacrosse.  We both showed up in the living room at the same time in our pajamas while our son was in the car waiting.  Oops.  #marriagemiscommunication

My daughter decided that her award winning Minecraft costume was not the most practical.  Two hours in a box, while worth a trophy, was not worth obstructing her candy gathering.

Parents who don't volunteer and step up need to shut up.  Thank you.

My son is finding it annoying that he likes me.  He even told me.  "I've got nothing to complain about."  I offered to give him something to complain about....

Who let the dogs out?  Me.  Thank goodness my husband saw them down the street.  HOLY CRAP.

Our Girl Scout troop seriously rocks.  What a fun group of girls.  I'm loving it.

I really, really, really would like to finish our backyard.  I totally understand how the emperor of China felt when building the Wall.  It's exactly the same.


My son makes middle school look easy.  How is that possible?

My daughter's teacher is making her work her tail off.  I love it.  She will never get a B in English for the rest of her life because of Ms. Lee.

My husband's new job means he's home in the morning a little longer.  It's weird.  Really weird.  I hope he realizes it took 13 years of training the kids to make it look so smooth in the morning.

I had horrible gas last night on the way home from work.  When we got in the car this morning my daughter commented that the garbage really stunk.  No sweetie.... it's not the garbage...

So that's what YOU missed.

This is what I apparently missed as I scrolled through....

Starbucks coffee cups are red and green and this is offensive for some reason.  My response would be: "I didn't see the cups.  All the boxes of food they had collected for the Las Vegas Mission were blocking them."

Thrice married Donald Trump finds the cups offensive to Christians.  My response: "Donald Trump is a Christian?  I thought he was his own demi-god...."

Caitlyn Jenner was Glamour's Woman of the Year.  "And...."

Blake Shelton & Gwen Stefani are a thing.  "Okay."

The Sex Ed debate will never end in our school district because people think gay people don't exist and teens don't have sex.  "Wow.  People are really, really, really stupid."

So as I scrolled through, aside from my friend Lisa's vacation pictures and my friend Mike's hilarious memes, I hadn't missed much.  Much at all.

A lot of anger over silly things.  A lot of stories about people I don't know or care about.

And it fits in perfectly with my desire to live a smaller life.  Live in my little bubble for awhile.   Where my husband and I are constantly tripping on each other, the kids are funny and my life is good.

You are welcome to join me here to share that.

But the rest of the stuff... it's yours. 

I'm out.

And happy.