Pintastic!

I know I've been missing, but I've had a rough month.

First of all, I got a "little" part time retail job for the Holiday season because I haven't been working much at my big-girl job. I've been working there a lot and I really like it!  Want to know where?  Here's a hint:  It's a store that sells containers.  Lots of 'em :)

Then? Our house got broken into and our iPad got stolen along with some money and our camera. You know what I've been using to take photos for the blog?  Why, the iPad and the camera, of course! So, that's a bummer.

Then?  Noodle and I got the flu just in time for Christmas!

So that's my story. Also, my computer's power cord has been broken and I finally got a new one, so here I am!  I'm finally back on line.
   
Did you have a nice Holiday?  It didn't seem very Holiday-like for me this year, but Noodle got an awesome HUGE gummy worm for Christmas: 

Nothing says Holiday more than 3 feet of gummy goodness!  I don't mind saying that we've already eaten half of it and it's DELICIOUS :)

So, today I've got the day off and I'm trying to plan our dinners for the week.  I hopped on Pinterest and saw this recipe:
 

Source: marthastewart.com via Martha on Pinterest

It's basically just doctored up Ramen Noodles....You drain off most of the liquid after cooking the noodles in water with the seasoning packet.  Then you add soy sauce, peanut butter, Sriracha and sliced green onion.  I added one more ingredient, which I HIGHLY recommend: sesame oil.  I just drizzled a little bit into the noodles and stirred it in, and it rounded out the flavor and made it a bit more complex.  It's definitely salty, but I'm not afraid of excessive amounts of salt :)

This is a great little lunch if you want something quick, love Thai food and have everything on hand...which I did.  I think next time I make it I will add some cooked chicken and cilantro leaves...YUM!!

Awwwwww SNAP!

My camera takes black photos.  

I found this out when I was taking 'before' photos of the Noodle's old-bedroom-now-office.  I'll try to borrow my Mom's camera because you all have to see the shit I've encountered.  And I have no nicer way to say this, trust me.  Saying "shit" and "snap" is as censored as I can get. And now I need some much harsher words to convey my feelings.

Here's how my morning has turned out: 

1. I can't find the camera.  Zuddy has it in the garage.  Does it belong in the garage?  No.  It does not.
2. I take a 'before' photo of the office.  The low battery light comes on.
3. I plug in the battery for recharging.
4. I remove the wire shelving in the closet and grab the battery-powered driver to remove the mounting brackets attached to the wall.
5. The battery pack is fuckingdead.
6. I go downstairs to get the extra battery in it's (unplugged) charger.  It's dead, too.
7. I start removing the fugly "cedar" panels from the closet.  They are glued AND nailed into the walls.  
8. I remove a couple of the panels and the plaster wall comes with them and crumbles to the floor.
9. After the driver battery is charged I try removing those mounting brackets.  The screws just spin and spin and won't come out.
10. I place the recharged camera battery in the camera and take photos of the closet.
11. I download the photos and SURFUCKINGPRIZE!  They're black.

I give up.   


But I found a few half finished Noodleroom photos on the camera: 

Her bed is on the floor all klassy-like because she didn't want the the frame anymore.  Plus, she just wants her bigger bed.  

But Dave Ramsey and our bank account say, "No.  Get a real job, Martha."


I am frustrated on so many levels today.  I'm going to go and take a shower and get out of the house.

Whoa....

Has it really been 2 months since I've posted??  Wow.

So much going on. 

My sweet sister in law found out she had a brain tumor right before Christmas and had it removed.  She is fine and it wasn't cancerous or anything, but you can imagine how scary that was.

My Dad's health isn't good.  He's been in the hospital since the end of January.  He had a nasty flesh-eating bacteria called Fournier's Gangrene.  His life is forever changed and he isn't a happy boy. 

I've just started getting back to Noodle's room after the Holidays and the shock of my Dad's health scare.  I painted the ceiling and Zuddy is working on the baseboards. 

Also, my girlfriend is having a baby and I'm shamelessly copying these alphabet walls I found online for her nursery:

Hey - somebody's gotta be a hack.  Might as well me me :)

Soffit-licious

So, let's talk kitchens, shall we?  Have you seen Rebecca's kitchen?  Over at Older and Wisor??  

She has a BUNCH of projects she's worked on, but her kitchen?  Oooooh.  
Her. 
Kitchen. 

And I do believe I need to steal her soffit treatment over here at Elizabeth Hill.  Because it is said that stealing imitation is the most sincere form of flattery, you know.



My soffits are non-functional (meaning they aren't hiding any ductwork or mechanicals underneath them).  And while I don't like them?  I know better than to rip them out.  I'd just be asking for disappointment there - what, with Zuddy's honey-do list not being touched as it is.  

So, enter Rebecca's project: 

But imagine it HERE:  

On a heavier note.  I realize it's frivolous to be writing about home projects and musing about kitchens and belly-aching about my 3 year-old kitchen project when the people of Haiti are struggling and hungry and homeless.  I've been glued to the news coverage and it's really hitting me hard...it all feels so......bad, you know? 

I feel helpless to do anything.  I've honestly been wondering how I can get down there and help.  But what the heck would I help with?  
I'm not a medical professional.  
I have no significant amount of money to give - or even money to get to Haiti for that matter. 
And then I don't know if my heart could handle what I would see when I got there.  
But I'm sure the Haitian hearts can't handle what they are seeing and experiencing and living every day.  So then it seems frivolous that I'm even saying that. 


So - suffice it to say that I will not be purchasing my materials for any work on the kitchen next week.  The small amount of 'extra' money from my weekly budget will be going to Haiti.


And, yes.  I feel like a fool even bringing up ugly soffits when so much suffering is going on.  

I'm lucky to even have soffits.

Zuddy's Rx for Mama's Breakdown....

Stephanie - from Bungalow Insanity? Maybe this would be more suitable before your 10:30 work meeting?

Oh....maybe not.

Muffin Top

I've got one.

And it's not the delicious kind.

Fa-la-freakin'-la...

Dear Mommy at American Girl Place,

You have the cutest little toddler in the world. Really. I could've watched her push her little Bitty Baby stroller around the store all day long. Adorable.

However, you may want to re-think the timing of your outing. Because the holiday season at a gifty store like American Girl Place - less than a week before Christmas - to let your toddler push her dolly stroller? Not good.

Especially because I have a history of trampling toddlers. It's not something I'm proud of. (See January 29th 2008 post.)

Happy Holidays,
Martha



Dear Worker at the Lands' End Inlet,

I'm sorry I lied to you about needing two gift boxes for the polar fleece tops I purchased. I think we both knew that one of those tops was for me. I saw the way you looked me up and down in the polar fleece top and pants I was sportin'. You knew, but you didn't make me feel bad at all. Well played, my friend. Well. Played.

And I'm really sorry that I was making fun of your affected accent and lisp in my head while I was waiting in line. Because you were really nice and funny.

Kindest Regards and deepest apologies,
Martha




Dear Lands' End,

I love your polar fleece.

Love,
Martha





Dear Old People in the Chrysler 300's on the road Thursday,

That is a cool-lookin' ride - it is.

But I thought you all got your Holiday shopping done in June? So what are you all doing on the highway driving 35 mph in the passing lane as we're all whizzing past you on hwy 494?

Helpful hint: get some good snow tires and take the city streets.

Best,
Martha



Dear Culvers,

When I want to eat my feelings, you are always there for me.

That double scoop chocolate-vanilla waffle cone is just the ticket when I'm feeling frazzled. And who are we kidding? It's not just a double scoop - there's probably a quart of ice cream jammed into that crispy waffle cone.

Your name is on at least two of my four chins. Keep doin' what you're doin'.

Love,
Martha



Dear Guy at Michael's,

You don't belong in a craft store. You were bumping into women, tripping over your own feet and you looked very confused as you cruised the aisles looking for whatever it was you were looking for.

Just get her a gift card. You'll just end up getting her the wrong thing anyway.

xoxox,
martha



Dear Noodle's Teacher,

I can't tell you how irritated I was when we found out just this week that the kids were doing a 'Secret Snowflake' gift exchange.

Because after running around all day and still not finishing my shopping? I realized when I picked up the Noodle at the bus stop at 6:15 pm that we still needed to go to the dollar store and get gifts for her 'Secret Snowflake'.

That's how I found out the dollar store in our area had folded. So we had to go to Target's dollar spot and find some stuff.

But after watching her agonizing over what to get for her 'Snowflake', I realized (yet again) what a complete hateful witch I am. Because for four dollars, the Noodle put together a really cute little gift basket with a mini slinky, a date book and some socks. She really got into the spirit of giving and was thrilled to give this gift to little Rosa.

Even though Rosa indicated that she hates Noodle.....we're hoping that $4 gift will buy her love....wish us luck!

Oh - and I hope you like your gift. It was my first craft EVER.


Love,
Noodle's Mom

Things.....

1. Man. I just finished testing the best little cookbook!
I mean it: THE. BEST.
I try not to talk too specifically about work on here - unless I think it would be terribly interesting to my friends, the Internets.
I do that so I won't - you know - get FIRED.
But this cookbook is soooo good. When it comes out in the spring/summer I'll let you know. It's all chicken.
And it's delicious and perfect.

2. It's been very cold here. It took me 1 1/2 hours to get to work on Tuesday. I was LIVID. Because the roads were perfectly clear and drivable. And my commute is normally 20 minutes.

3. Then? It took me another 1 1/2 hours to get home and I even left work early! I was kind of expecting that because it started snowing and roads weren't that great. I left at 2:30 pm.

4. I have no right to complain because my pal Colleen's hubby drives the same route as me and it took him 3 hours to get home.

4. Then Noodle had her very first strings concert Tuesday night. She was so excited. We live 10 minutes (about 5 miles) from her school and it took us 30 minutes to get there. Something we didn't know?
Was it was a BAND concert as well.
So we had to sit through that too.
The kids did great, so I don't mean to complain, but I'm sure you can feel my pain when I tell you that the band would play a simple song together. Then? EACH PERSON in the band would play the same song solo.
Then the band would play the song together again.
And there were two bands.
Each playing 3-4 selections apiece.
And I was on the road for 4 hours of my day on Tuesday.
And I wanted to slit my wrists and drain my body of all of it's blood, but....

5. I can't because I HADN'T STARTED my Christmas shopping.

6. I started it yesterday. It took forever. And I picked up my Christmas photo cards, which look awful.
And that's my own fault for never taking pictures of my kid. Hence, my New Years resolution to take more photos.

7. I will go out again today and finish the shopping.

8. I made coffee yesterday morning and didn't put the pot in the coffee maker.
There was an entire pot of coffee dripping on the floor and filling the inside of one drawer and cupboard.

9. I made bacon omlettes for dinner last night. To streamline my bacon-making process, I made it in the oven.
Where all of the grease dripped from the broiler pan and all over the bottom my oven.
And the smell of bacon has permeated the house, furniture and all of our clothing.

10. Some guy I knew in the 7th grade asked me to be his friend on Facebook.
I thought, "Awww....that's so nice! He was always such a great guy! I wonder what he's up to?!"
So I wrote him a note asking him about himself.
And he sent me a note back saying he "couldn't quite place me" but he and Zuddy were friends in high school and to tell Zuddy "hello".

Nice.

ACK!

You all know I have a blog-stalking problem.

You do too....admit it!

You also know I don't have all of them on my blog-roll, too.

Well, I've found a few more that I'm in love with, but in the process? I found out Cottage Living Magazine is folding.

I think that girl from the Coastal Nest is going to FREAK.

Furniture and 3rd Grade Math

Thanks to all of you who commented on the Noodle's math issues...It always helps me to know what others think or have done in a similar situation.

Noodle has a spiral curriculum and Mrs. Fortner nailed it when she said it doesn't teach the facts well. She is still counting on her fingers, didn't know what "place value" meant and didn't know how to regroup in subtraction. We've since worked on the regrouping and found a great video online to teach her place value. A while back we also joined Brain Pop Jr, but we're not getting what we need math-wise from that site.

Here's the other thing: when she's doing her homework at home and gets a problem wrong because she just doesn't understand the concept? I just let her hand it in with the problems solved incorrectly. That way, I figure, the teacher will know what she's having problems with and teach her how to solve them. But you know what her teacher does? She circles the problem and then sends it home for ME to help her with.
Ummm.......hello?? **knock-knock**?? I'm not a freakin' teacher!!!

Anyway.....that's what we're dealing with over here. I think it's slowly getting better, but it's going to be a long year, I think.

Oh my gosh. You know what we did on Saturday? We went to the new American Girl store at the Mall of America. We went in the evening and it was crazy-busy. You could barely move in there. Noodle and her fave cousin Louie could've cared less. They were happy as clams and chatted back and forth the whole time about what they wanted and what they already have, etc...
At dinner they were telling each other (and us) about their doll's personalities and Louie told us that her doll, Julie, "is a very active girl...."
To which my sister Myrna and I laughed like crazy at.
Lou started to laugh like crazy, too and then realized she didn't know what was so darn funny and said, "What did I say?" .... which made us laugh even harder.

Here's a photo of Louie and Noodle:




Also, Louie just turned 9 and I made her a birthday cake shaped like a croc:
I wasn't all that thrilled by the way it turned out, but I was wingin' it, people! I planned to make it all perfect-like out of rolled fondant, but I found the homemade fondant I made wasn't a real good texture to work easily with. I need to take class on working with fondant.


Here's a photo of my Dad with all of the Grand kids..Schmackie, Angel, Noodle and Louie:






Here's a cute one of the Louie and the Noodle:


Okay, on to the furniture......I'm priming my life away, people.

Here's what I'm working on:

• The Hutch
• Noodle's desk
• Chair for the desk
• Noodle's bookshelf
• 2 dining room chairs
• Another bookshelf for Noodle's room.

I'm about half way through the priming.

I'd be finished with everything if my evil friend Sandy hadn't made me join facebook. I joined it a month and a half ago and didn't do anything with it until last week.....now I'm hooked and I'm stalking everyone I can think of. Even complete strangers. It's sick and wrong. And I'm staying off today.

I am.

What? I AM! I mean it!

Seriously.

Well...maybe I'll let myself log on one more time........but only after I finish all of my work today.

Or maybe during a break. Yeah. At lunch. A lunch break.
Or maybe?
Maybe I'll have a nice healthy mid-morning snack and check then?

Black It Is!!!

You've got it! I'm obeying and painting the hutch black!
And I've to tell you all: I'm particularly happy because my Mom gave me the leftover black paint from her bookcase project. Woo Hoo! Free paint!

But I have a problem: I don't know if I can distress this monster. Here's why:

Do you see where that drill is sitting? The counter top there? It's a lovely mid-70's laminate. Oh yes it IS, girlfriends! How in the heck to I distress that?
I would think it's already distressed enough, knowing how ugly it is. Ha.

Okay, so I took all of the doors and hardware off yesterday and scrubbed it down with TSP. But I didn't get it primed.

Because I had to take a nap, that's why.
Don't hate. Sleep is important.
I'll prime today - I promise.

In other news, we had the Noodle's conferences last night.
It wasn't pretty.
We were told about her struggles with math (which we know about) and her struggles with reading in Spanish and English.
And how she needs to hurry up and learn this stuff because it's only going to get harder in the 4th grade.
I was shuffling through the papers and noticed her scores are exactly in the median of her class. I mentioned this and then the teacher then conceded that this problem is happening all over the 3rd grade.
FOR THE LOVE OF GOD. How can I fix this? I mean, last year she tested into the gifted and talented program and this year she's in the "needs extra help" program! How the heck does that happen?
She gets home at 4:30 and there's just enough time to do homework, eat dinner and read a little before bed.
I don't know what to think. I'm so upset. I looked into a math tutoring facility and it was expensive (over $200 a month), but I'm thinking we should go for it. I don't want her behind in the the 3rd grade, for Pete's sake!
Mrs. Fortner? Internets? What do I do?? HELP!

I'll tell you what I DID do: I ate my feelings.

They were delicious.

Turns out my feelings taste an awful lot like Ben & Jerry's Half-Baked Ice Cream.

In Which I Talk Politics.....

Luckily, it's gonna be a short **talk** because - here's the thing:
I don't like Politicians. End of discussion.

The VP debate on Thursday? Well.....it made me want to curl up into the fetal position under my divorce desk and suck my thumb.
And rock back and forth.
And bang my head against the wall.

The only thing I'm liking from this whole upcoming election?

SNL skits.

Ladies' Night

Insert your version of the Kool and The Gang song **here**.

Or don't.

It was Zuddy's night out last night so Noodle and I baked up some CRAP chocolate chip cookies that I had bought from some kid in the neighborhood. You know - they were for a school fundraiser. Of course, just because they're sub-standard doesn't mean they're not going to be eaten, right?

I mean, there is chocolate in them. Or a chocolate-like substance.

And sometimes that's just good enough.

I felt crabby yesterday. Staying in the house for this long is more than I can bear. I had already called my Mom and asked her to please come over so I could go do some errands and then go for a quick walk. While she was on her way over, I was talking to my dear friend Michelle on the phone and everything that came (or flew) out of my mouth was so negative. I realized it 3/4 of the way through our conversation. So I told her I was going to hang up with her and end her misery and I was going for a walk. She mentioned a big hill in my neighborhood and suggested, a big jokingly/a bit seriously that I should conquer it.

That maybe it would make me feel better. I kind of laughed it off.

But after I did my errands, it sounded like a good idea.

So, on my way home, I passed Zuddy's work (he saw me and waved at me) and parked my car and walked down the hill.

For those of you who know me in real life? You know that where I live is very hilly. In fact, Michelle and I used to have a nice little route where we'd go down this hill and then walk to a huge bank of stairs going up a cliff kind of like this one:

I don't know how many steps where there. Maybe a BAZILLION? But they were recently torn down and need to be rebuilt, so I can't show you a photo of them.

Anyway, we live up in the cliffs. And people come from all over to "get their workout on" in our neighborhood. Especially on their bicycles.

Which is why I kind of avoid the bicycle over here. Because it's hard. I realized this when I was visiting with my neighbor John once and wondered out loud why I avoid biking. Then he pointed out how many serious bicyclists we have riding around our neighborhood and DUH! Martha! That's why you avoid it, sister! Because it SUCKS!

Thanks John.

Anyway.

I'm walking down the hill. Feels good. Nice view:

Though it's a little industrial in the spot right below the hill:

Now, the ascend. It's a very curvy road. I love that house you see in the background:

Here are those steps I was talking about...the ones Michelle and I walk down to get to the big stairs. They're a little creepy. It always feels unsafe to me. Like some one's going to jump out at me.

Nice little curvy-wurvy road.

Here's that house. At one time it was really run-down.

Then it was a law office. Now I think it's just a house again.

They have a couple of garages on the property. I love this stone one. It's kind of incognito, built into the cliff:

Here's the other one, along with a shot of the back of the house:

That walk made me feel much better. It was just what I needed. Only I needed more of it. But it was time to go home. On the way home? I drove by a few great houses in my neighborhood.

This one has always been a sweet little house. Recently, the owners built this awesome addition:

That whole right side is the addition. I think it's a do-it-yourself job because it's not finished and it's been a couple of years. I know how that goes :)

Here's another house just down the block from the white one:

This one was in REALLY bad shape until someone moved in and loved it up. They're still working on it, but I know the person who owns it and the amount of work they've done is insane.

It was kind of a dark, dreary day yesterday, so it's hard to get the gist of the paint job on this one, but it's very striking. Trust me:

The State Of Things Around Here: Part Deux

First of all (and most important), we have a third grader. Feast your eyes on her gap-toothed smile, people:

This third grader has never been happier to go back to school.

You know why?

New clothes, that's why.

You know why else?

Her "BFF" is not only in her class? And not only sitting at the same table in the same class? But she is now on the same bus and the same bus stop. Oh yes she is, people.

I'd post a photo of this wonderful girl, but I need to ask her equally wonderful Mommy first. And her Mommy? Is MY new BFF! Ha haaaaa! She is the coolest lady ever. I'll have to do a post about her, but I don't know how to convey to you Internets how flippin' FUNNY she is. She makes me wet my pants.

Okay. Now go look at the photo of the Noodle again. That's right. Just scroll up a little.

Do you notice the purple hair? As a reward for quitting her little thumb-sucking habit? She got some purple hair extensions. She's been wanting them forever.

In other news......Zuddy and I have kissed and made-up.

It always helps when I'm working. Outside the home for people who pay me in US dollars.

I was lucky enough to have another job come up just in the nick of time. It's an 8-day-a-month ongoing gig. So that's good news.

But let's be honest: if someone would just pay me for what I do around the house (in US dollars....or-better yet- some nice Euros, since the value of the US dollar is junk right now.), we wouldn't be having these little money issues.
And that's a large part of our problem.

And you know what happens when you have a problem? Stress happens and other (related) problems pop up. That's what happens.

I could go on and on. But -really........who wants to hear about that? Probably not you.

And I don't want you internets to think that I'm a miserable little girl, because I'm not.

I'm actually really happy.

But then, maybe the fact that I'm really happy and still have moments where I feel like I'm not always achieving my goals and realizing my dreams? Maybe that's a good thing to share! Is it? Or is it just whining and complaining?

Then, as I write this, I'm thinking about the title of my blog and the little statement underneath it: "Join me in my never-ending quest to feather my nest".

Uhhhhh. There really isn't a whole lot of nest-feathering going on here, is there? No. There's not.

Well, there is....but it's mostly undocumented and involves this: Because something inside of me wants to clean this time of the year. The nights are getting chilly, the days are just clear and beautiful and sunny.

Man. I just love Autumn.

So I'm starting with the Noodle's bedroom. I took off all of her bedding (She has a different duvet and bedskirt for summer) and put on her winter bedskirt. Then I took everything off the floor and piled it all on her bed and chair:

Then I swept. I moved all of the furniture and cleaned underneath everything.

I'm a good, old-fashioned type of cleaner-girl. Down on my hands and knees, scrub-scrub-scrubbing.

As you know, soon the Noodle will have some different furniture (see the last post) soon. We're getting rid of the dresser, desk and chair you're seeing in the above photos. I'm going to start sanding the new stuff today.

Anyway...I also wiped down all of the baseboards, doors, ceiling fan and furniture. Today I will wash the windows.

Noodle has a very small bedroom. I think it's 9x8 or something like that. It's Crazy-small.

Eventually we will move her into the larger bedroom which is now the office/playroom, but I can't see doing that yet. She still has too many toys. My goal right now is to paint all of that furniture in the basement and get it in her current room. Then we will get her a full-size mattress for a cute Jenny Lind style headboard and footboard I have for her.

But here's the plan for now: get rid of that desk in the photo below:

Get rid of the mirror and chair in the photo below:

And replace it with a white-painted bookcase with three drawers - just like that one at my Mom's place that I painted black - remember that?

Here it is! I need to update you on that project. These bookcases at my Mom's place are finished and filled and accessorized...they look great!

Here is her current dresser...it will be replaced with the desk and chair in the previous post. I want to do a pretty bulletin board or shelving above it. I'll probably end up with the shelving. She needs more storage.

I'm going to swing the bed around so that the headboard is below those plates. And then replace the plates with a pretty bulletin board.

After all of these furniture updates, I will finish the KITCHEN. Then we are going to do a little closet makeover for the Noodle.

That's the plan. What do you think?

The State Of Things Around Here......

Oh, internets.
It's not pretty. Not pretty at all.

Where do I begin, huh?
Hmmmmm..........how about the kitchen?

I have a large obstacle in the finishing of the kitchen.

It's called, "bad walls".

Here, have a look:

When I took the wallpaper down? A bunch of old "patchwork" came with it. So what do I do, just skim-coat it and prime it? Or will I have this problem when I decide to change the wallpaper again?

This is not my area of expertise, people.

Here's another spot. Zuddy will need to patch this one up before I can do any tiling:

It's going to be a cold day in Hell before that happens, because Zuddy and I had a big argument last night.

The argument was basically about how he works 10 hours a day and I how I stay home and eat bon-bons. Which, quite honestly, happens sometimes (the bon-bon eating, that is). So I think I'm on my own with the patching of the walls and I'm at a total loss.

Then? I have a bunch of furniture to paint:

The multi-materialed hutch. It's made out of wood, laminate and plastic.

Good times, people. GOOD. TIMES:

I'm going to paint it an Oatmeal color. Maybe I'll age it, maybe I won't.

Then? We have the chair and desk for the Noodle's room:

I love that needlepoint seat on the chair. These will all be painted white.

Then, here's one of the drawers that go with the bookcase I got from my Mom. The bookcase and the drawers (heh.) are going to be white, too.

And my toes. See 'em? Totally neat and tidy.

At least part of me and my bon-bon-eating self is looking tidy.

Now.

All I want to do is vent about how hard being married and raising a little girl-person can be.

And about how much of yourself you "give up".

And about how I have dreams too, but I feel like I need to be here to raise my little girl-person.

And about how I can't follow my dreams from 9-3 during the school year and take the summers off from working on my dreams.

But I'm not going to do that right now. I'll wait until it's not so fresh. Heh.