Don't panic, the painters returned

Every thing is painted and up on the wall.

I'm starting a bee hive in New Brighton next month. I still have to get the equipment! But the bees are ordered. I thought that I wouldn't have to worry about hive collapse disorder because I'm only going to be moving the bees from Stillwater to NB and then they are on their own, getting where they want to go.

I think people should starting using the word "tuckpoint" in meetings and such, like people use dovetail and piggy-back (my sister, who thanks her lucky stars that she isn't in meetings all the time, doesn't believe me that adults in a professional setting would ever use the phrase piggy-back).

I'm walking the 2 miles to the University now. It is really pleasant. I go down Fillmore to Summer Street, cross the freeway and then through Marcy Holmes, over the railroad bridge and roll into Dinkytown about 55 minutes after leaving home.

Painters! Please come back!

We are finally getting our apartment painted thanks to our landlord. The painter came and did both bedrooms, the hallway and half of the "living-dining-kitchen" room. He still has a second coat on the big composite room and a wall in the kitchen.

We did 2 walls in Fairfax Brown. As we have extraordinarily high ceilings, it makes the room very warm and cozy. Only things it that one of the walls is textured. When I came home and saw the wet, freshly-painted wall, it made me hungry for big gooey brownies.

Our bedroom is pretty decadent. Our sage green walls are complemented by an enormous ficus that we inherited from my boyfriend's sister. She has been taking care of it for ELEVEN years.

I was browsing the Urban Dictionary today and decided that the phrase " c'est-pas-une-eglise-icitte" was cool, so I thought that I would put in on my blog. I'm really simple. I know.

I really need to get my commuter bike tuned up. I'm feeling really wimpy (yet privilaged) to drive to work everyday. I have parking as a benefit from my online high school job.

New home

I am no longer on the OIFS blogroll so there is no pressure to actually blog about biking, which I haven't managed to do a lick of all summer. I did manage to put on my Nitto handlebars purchased at Hiawatha Cyclery and fucked up my brake cords.

I moved in with my boyfriend. I have never done this before, despite my 27 years. My best friend with whom I was living with for the last 5 years understands, I think.

We have our apartment almost completely set up. I'm going through my books and selling them on Amazon. Some are ridiculously valuable and after entering 37 in last night, I got 2 sales within a few minutes.

We bought a shower head with that detachable thing. We are seriously customizing this rental property, including adding value to our storage unit with track shelving.