tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977743654099184372024-02-06T19:52:59.889-08:00Inexplicably EndearingNever A Plain Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00663921921684385606noreply@blogger.comBlogger464125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-697774365409918437.post-10817812125061031122012-01-06T13:27:00.000-08:002012-01-06T13:27:25.964-08:00Oh BuffyI love when Giles warns Buffy about a league of "lethal assassins."<br />
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Because you know, it's actually all those non-lethal assassins you have to look out for.Never A Plain Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00663921921684385606noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-697774365409918437.post-53966828661543496532011-12-07T12:17:00.001-08:002011-12-07T12:17:54.697-08:00That Time of YearLast year we bought a Christmas tree and, because we bought a Christmas tree, we had no money for ornaments. This year we already had the tree, but still not a lot of money for ornaments. Luckily, I have more than enough sewing notions.<br />
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<br />Never A Plain Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00663921921684385606noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-697774365409918437.post-55699750025510305012011-10-31T06:44:00.000-07:002011-10-31T06:44:05.166-07:00totally logicalSaturday night I went out with my Tampa bestie, Angela. We donned Halloween costumes, ate, DRANK, laughed, and stayed out until the wee-smalls.<br />
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<br />Come Sunday afternoon, Emily begged me to buy broccoli because it would be tasty to take to school for lunch.<br />
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Let's get this straight. I go out and party on Saturday and the next day my seven-year-old demands steamed broccoli in her lunch. That's not coincidence. Cause: hit the town like I'm still in college, Effect: my daughter wants a super food in her lunch.<br />
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That right there is science!Never A Plain Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00663921921684385606noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-697774365409918437.post-62329574635047434122011-10-25T18:53:00.000-07:002011-10-25T18:53:53.690-07:00I bet you thought I'd never post photosSome time ago I fin9ished Em's bathroom. Yeah, yeah; I promised photos and then left you hanging. It's part of my charm.<br />
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When I last clued you in I'd painted the bathroom beige and opted to shabby chic-ify the cabinets. In addition I made a shower curtain inspired by this shower curtain (from Anthro, of course).<br />
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I also added an accessory or two, bought bath mats, and got some pink towels. Wanna see? Okay, but fair warning: small spaces are super hard to photograph.<br />
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Wall one, to the left as you walk in the door: Cappuccino White paint, a few shelves thanks to our neighbor friends, accessories, and fluffy pink towels.<br />
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Wall two is pretty much the bathtub. Feel free to admire my painstakingly constructed Anthro-inspired shower curtain.<br />
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Wall three, the one directly across from the door, has a lot going on - toilet, window, and vanity with mirror. If you look next to the toilet you can see my nifty toilet paper holder. Now Emily doesn't have to strain to reach the TP all the way on the opposite wall. Funny how a small bathroom can seem so much larger when the toilet paper is out of reach.<br />
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Since these were taken I have also added a sweet little table top towel stand for Em's washcloth and a few headbands. It look similar to this one from<a href="http://www.bedbathandbeyond.com/product.asp?SKU=13423750&RN=866&"> Bed, Bath & Beyond.</a><br />
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The fourth (and final) wall has the medicine cabinet. I removed the mirrored door early on because, really, it was just too much mirror. Painting the remaining shelves has been a bust, however. Bummer. The towel ring looks good so that's...something.<br />
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And this concludes the tour of Em's bathroom. If I owned this house there is a lot more I'd do. I'd love to take some of the superfluous vanity space from the master bedroom and add it to this bathroom. I'd also like to replace the floor (or at least re-grout it) and the bathtub. There isn't anything wrong with the tub, I just think a claw foot number would be super chic. Most importantly, I'd add a vent fan.<br />
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Alas, I do not own this home. I am therefore, calling the bathroom "done for now" and moving on. Any guesses on which room is getting the Janice treatment next?<br />
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<br />Never A Plain Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00663921921684385606noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-697774365409918437.post-51141251302880061492011-10-02T12:02:00.000-07:002011-10-02T12:02:26.377-07:00You don't know me<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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Except you do know me and you love me anyway.Never A Plain Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00663921921684385606noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-697774365409918437.post-17618049081516660882011-09-08T19:38:00.000-07:002011-09-08T19:38:07.125-07:00How to annoy meIt is about four months later and I am still going through my photos of our trip to Disney World. This one is quite possibly <i>the</i> photo that bothers me the most.<br />
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Forget the fact that my kid looks totally distressed by something; there is no way I will ever be able to tell that guy his tag is out. It will just be there, in my photo, forever. Seriously. It is like a small slice of my personal Hell.Never A Plain Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00663921921684385606noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-697774365409918437.post-41394055991800405492011-09-05T08:29:00.000-07:002011-09-05T08:29:22.317-07:00Mixed feelingsThere is nothing quite like the feeling you get when your baby joyfully calls out "Come on, Mama!" as she rides her bike faster than you can run. Pride, happiness, sadness...<br />
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<br />Never A Plain Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00663921921684385606noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-697774365409918437.post-24981060572457910282011-08-30T13:51:00.000-07:002011-08-30T13:51:39.205-07:00On the dietary needs of halloween costumesMikey (age 5): I'm gonna be a frog.<br />
Emily: I'm gonna be a peacock!<br />
Mikey: Oh, then you can eat me!<br />
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Rum runner, guacamole, and Sarah. It doesn't get much better than this.Never A Plain Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00663921921684385606noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-697774365409918437.post-50618128826585553842011-08-10T05:02:00.001-07:002011-08-10T05:02:25.033-07:00ThinkingIf I spent as much time making clothes as I do shopping for clothes I'm pretty sure I'd have more clothes.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15843284116203462805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-697774365409918437.post-81924990145289178282011-08-06T06:22:00.000-07:002011-08-06T06:22:33.236-07:00Saturday SnapI finally got a beach hat that (mostly) fits!<br />
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I wanted to tell you which shop sold me this long sought after goodie, but I can't remember! I think it was on <a href="http://visitalexandriava.com/shopping/">King Street</a>, though, if that helps.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15843284116203462805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-697774365409918437.post-70225954002861444002011-07-30T08:18:00.000-07:002011-07-30T08:18:23.620-07:00Saturday Snap<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEBIA-8hE7df7VyIuyj2Xa-0ylSiGtj3kexVRxJ6fDgjOUFEApZttIOuTs6WlyBBRgrYdiq74EvJkvtVwIFvIAUJfyJ0slJzQfQxApX6nipend1zJhPpOHUWI0EUzaVz0FmSRwGHo9nQ0/s1600/IMG_9374.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEBIA-8hE7df7VyIuyj2Xa-0ylSiGtj3kexVRxJ6fDgjOUFEApZttIOuTs6WlyBBRgrYdiq74EvJkvtVwIFvIAUJfyJ0slJzQfQxApX6nipend1zJhPpOHUWI0EUzaVz0FmSRwGHo9nQ0/s640/IMG_9374.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br />
Natalia approves of Emily's new bathmat.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15843284116203462805noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-697774365409918437.post-76401543736925765752011-07-23T06:31:00.000-07:002011-07-23T06:31:17.307-07:00Saturday SnapThe view from our balcony is even better these days because our palm tree thingie blooms! Who knew?<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size: large;">i miss our kid</span></div><br />
with this photo (from 2008):<br />
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The gray paint (<a href="http://janicebear.blogspot.com/2011/02/and-adventure-continues.html">from waaaay back when</a>) was a semi-gloss and the sheen brought all of the pock marks into sharp relief. I guess the upside is that it gave me the opportunity to do a more thorough spackling job. So even though the gray was definitely light in color, I had to prime all the walls so the new paint would go evenly over the old paint and the oodles of spackle patches. Some areas were actually more spackle than anything else.<br />
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This time around Kilz did not make an appearance. Instead I went with some primer our landlords had left behind.<br />
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It worked beautifully! But it stank with a capitol STANK! Ugh. I seemed to have survived, but I must've lost some brain cells because I totally forgot to photograph the fully painted bathroom. You aren't missing much - it was very beige.<br />
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The walls are beige - ahem - Cappuccino White. The tile is greige and maroon. The floor is...um, old. So guess what no longer fits into the equation? <a href="http://janicebear.blogspot.com/2011/03/adventures-in-decorating-progress.html">The cabinets</a>.<br />
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That's right, I was eight coats in to making the cabinets white. Well, that wasn't going to work any more. Out came the sand paper. Really, it wasn't too bad. I decided a shabby-chic look would work well. Shabby is not too hard to accomplish. It is the chic that requires all your energy.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15843284116203462805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-697774365409918437.post-50582590062163397362011-07-15T19:03:00.000-07:002011-07-15T19:03:34.963-07:00Saturday SnapWell at someone knows how to beat the heat around here.<br />
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...and now...<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;">Happy Birthday, baby! I love you so much!</span></span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15843284116203462805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-697774365409918437.post-37161372552907103672011-07-09T09:00:00.000-07:002011-07-09T14:12:31.634-07:00Saturday Snap<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Oh upstairs bathroom, I'll finish you yet!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15843284116203462805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-697774365409918437.post-49429486693696977842011-07-02T08:33:00.000-07:002011-07-02T08:33:14.066-07:00Saturday Snap<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Never A Plain Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00663921921684385606noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-697774365409918437.post-77886218098977151312011-06-25T05:49:00.000-07:002011-06-25T05:49:13.725-07:00Saturday SnapAs you may have noticed, sometimes writing about my life gets supplanted by actual life. This new series is going to take advantage of the thousand words pictures say and hopefully keep everyone a little more caught up.<br />
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Do you love me or not<br />
Somehow you do<br />
Somehow you don't<br />
You're always changing.<br />
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You're not as tall as a wall<br />
You're taller than the cat<br />
You're not tall as love<br />
'cause love goes to space.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15843284116203462805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-697774365409918437.post-84514880731231123082011-06-13T10:19:00.000-07:002011-06-13T10:21:06.715-07:00Dear man of a certain age,I agree that your red motorcycle is very cool. However, your pot belly and the white socks with slacks and black dress shoes belie your mid-life crisis. Please work on that.<br />
Thanks.<br />
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Oh, and please don't lift your visor to wink at women stopped next to you at red lights. Never A Plain Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00663921921684385606noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-697774365409918437.post-36698589452390272392011-06-08T12:07:00.000-07:002011-06-08T12:07:42.777-07:00Did you miss this bathroom?Okay, I lived with it for a couple of weeks. Occasionally I'd drag Ben into the bathroom with me and make him analyze the gray walls. Sigh, we were in agreement: no matter how much we love that shade of gray, it does not work in this bathroom.<br />
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Back to the paint chips we went. This time Emily selected <a href="http://www.homedepot.com/Interior-Paint-Stain/h_d1/N-5yc1vZbbbp/Ntk-All/Ntt-glidden*/h_d2/Navigation?langId=-1&storeId=10051&Ntx=mode+matchall&catalogId=10053&Nu=P_PARENT_ID&omni=c_Interior%20Paint%20&%20Stain&searchNav=true">Cappuccino White by Glidden</a>.<br />
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I'm not in love with it, but it <i>does</i> match the tile.<br />
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We are pretty much back to singing our favorite refrain around here so we can get the walls ready for a <i>new</i> new coat of paint.<br />
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...Wipe, sand, spackle, sand, wipe, spackle, sand...Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15843284116203462805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-697774365409918437.post-21115073477200391802011-06-07T02:01:00.000-07:002011-06-07T02:01:51.586-07:00AnachronismSaturday night is family movie night in the Bear household and the feature presentation this past weekend was <a href="http://www.google.com/url?sa=t&source=web&cd=1&ved=0CC8QFjAA&url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.imdb.com%2Ftitle%2Ftt0054357%2F&rct=j&q=swiss%20family%20robinson&ei=y-XtTaGcCcuhtwfJl5WWCQ&usg=AFQjCNGqoJHWJLnT-LU-6TUJlM5l1qzu1g&sig2=vba-CngT-tyd-oYCRBR7yQ&cad=rja">Swiss Family Robinson</a>. The Disney movie was made in 1960, but the story takes place sometime in the late 1700s or early 1800s. Why is this important?<br />
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Well, at one point in the movie the two eldest sons, Fritz and Ernst, are about to embark on a little boat ride around the deserted island much to the dismay of Mrs. Robinson. As Mother sends the boys off with many warnings and other lovingly expressed reservations Emily furrows her brow at the TV and bursts out with,<br />
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"Oh, just get a phone!"Never A Plain Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00663921921684385606noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-697774365409918437.post-26675264223715507202011-05-31T18:08:00.000-07:002011-05-31T18:08:45.504-07:00She strikes again!A few weeks ago, Emily met one of her favorite fairies.<br />
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At first she suspected a fraud because "everyone knows the tooth fairy wears pink." But she asked the be-sparkled miss if she was really the tooth fairy and, since fairies never lie, she said yes. <br />
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And come Sunday night...<br />
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Another tooth gone to be ground into pixie dust!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15843284116203462805noreply@blogger.com0