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Hometown Nomad: A Coat Of White Paint

When we last saw this carport, it was a tangle of rotting boards which were threatening to blow over at any time. Earlier this summer, our roofer removed the boards and the difference was remarkable,
Yet, I knew that we had a long way to go before Phase I of the property renovation was over. This roof turned carport was going to need a little more beautification. 
I listened to The Dave Ramsey podcast whilst adding a couple coats of white paint to the building. The first few minutes consisted of me fighting against a headwind whilst trying to apply the first coat. Admittedly, my whiny inner 4 year old just wanted to stomp off and come back the following day.
When did painting become so difficult?
Luckily, emotional maturity won out.  I spent the next few hours feverishly painting the carport. 
Afterwards, I walked out towards the road and looked back at the newly painted dwelling.
A surge of proud rushed through me. Next year, I will have to fix all of the masonry work on both the ca…

i am a bougie girl: Anthems For The Lost And Lovelorn

This morning's anthem is filled with hope and inspiration. It is all about being with that dreamboat man. The one whom accepts that you can be both nerdy AND sassy at the same time.

What a concept! 
Yesterday's anthem was a little more melancholy as it highlighted the lonely road which is sure to accompany a self-sufficient woman. She may not ever link up with the man whom understands her and yet, she still does not feel compelled to ever settle.
Last week's anthems were filled with lamentations from coupled up women whom had regretted their choice in partner but, felt chained to an growing toxic situation. 
I think about my encounters with these women. Some of them still resent my lack of envy for their lives.

Hometown Nomad: Meeting Place

My childhood is filled with wonderful memories of spending summers in Nicodemus, Kansas. The building pictured is a community hall of sorts which has been the epicenter of many community meals, music, lectures, and other events.

i am a bougie girl: Packed Up And Gone...

This is a photo of my former dwelling. It was the night before I began schlepping items over to the townhouse.

i am a bougie girl: Sunday Funday sorta...

Tomorrow is Sunday and I am excited to finally get caught up on the month of September which seems to be quickly slipping by me.  My spreadsheets and timelines no longer seem to hold any appeal to me.

More than likely, because it seems as though I have misplaced a majority of my important paperwork. I have no doubt that a majority of my morning well be spent  organizing my papers whilst half watching a marathon of (Insert Random show with multiple seasons here.).

i am a bougie girl: A Brief Remembrance...

My Facebook feed is filled with posts detailing where folks were on that fateful day. I was unhappily living in the Twin Cities and contemplating a way out of there. I recall feeling discouraged by life in general and just trying to get through each day as I juggled 2 jobs and night school.

But, by September 12, 2001, my entire outlook on life completely changed. No longer did it seem prudent to waste anymore time in an unhappy situation. For days, I stayed glued to my television waiting to see whether they found anymore survivors.

So many lives needlessly lost and world that remained changed forever.

Divatosity: Writer's Nook Envy

I am in the process of creating a Writer's Nook for my townhouse. This task is so  Gen X/hipstery that I feel a little sheepish about even blogging about it. Yet, it must be mentioned because this simple task has turned into a huge undertaking.

My new townhouse has a spacious basement which upon first glance seemed like a great place to set up an office and a workshop. Setting up the work table and supplies went pretty smoothly.

However, the drafty basement has proved to be a not so great location for my writer's nook. Also, it is a windowless space which after awhile made me feel as though I was in some sort of lock down situation.

So, I moved my writer's nook upstairs and this space is definitely more conducive for working. Though, my makeshift printer tables pushed together a long with the dining room chair screams "first apartment out of college chic".

At age 41, I would like to move past that decor and into something a lot more sophisticated.

Alas, cash flo…

i am a bougie girl: Three Levels, New Devils

I am all moved into my townhouse. I moved the bulk of my items from my 3rd floor apartment within four days. The miscellaneous items took much longer to move.

A long work day combined with the intense August heat, and three flights of stairs left me feeling drained.

My new place has 3 levels and a carport. I feel like a lady of absolute luxury.

Originally, I had planned on decking this place out with a bunch of new furniture and art. Yet, something in the back of my mind urged me to go a more practical route. Instead of heading to the furniture store, I went to Best Buy on my lunch break and purchased both a washer and a dryer.

They were delivered today and work like a charm. This much needed purchase meant that my plans to hang out at First Friday's were revised to a quiet night spent at home writing.

However, I know that during the Winter, I will be more than grateful not to be dragging my clothes  to the laundromat.

i am a bougie girl: nLow Rent Attitude With Delusions Of Grandeur

You are low rent. Yet, you seem to be the only one not aware of this very obvious fact. Instead, you flit around dropping names of designer brands and reciting meaningless anecdotes about insignificant events.

We are expected to listen with great interest and convey the right amount of deference.

Alas, I have never been that good of an actress.

I often catch myself looking at you with a mix of annoyance and a dash of pity. The grandeur that is the life you attempt to portray does not exist in reality. It is simply another delusion which you choose to project.