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I’m so happy to report on our one year houseiversary we have redoubled our efforts at making our house look more and more like a home.  We recently received a beautiful table and chair set from our friends and we bought a rug for the dining room.  I have table linens and I’m shopping for napkin rings (my grandmother will be thrilled, absolutely thrilled).  I feel downright domestic.

I can’t wait to host a brunch or a dinner party!

In other home news, my sister is buying a house in my neighborhood!  More people in my family owning real estate in Dayton – I’m very excited about this and I can’t wait until she is all moved in and settled.  I remember signing the ream of paper to buy our little piece of Dayton and although it was sort of daunting at the time, we’re making this big house into a home little by little.  I can’t wait to have another autumn here!  And as my husband says, “One year down, 29 more to go!”

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This year, my husband and I will be celebrating a new kind of anniversary.  One year ago today, we had the great misfortune/fortune of hosting several hundred gallons of water in our apartment.  It ruined our furniture and made life pretty difficult for a while, but out of that loss came something much greater – the opportunity to start over.  (Not to mention the ability to get rid of the last of Rob’s bachelor furniture – sorry honey!)

Here are some pictures of life in our peaceful little home:

Since apparently you are just as likely to get struck by lightening, it’s a good idea to prepare for what you would do if you win the lottery (and while we’re on the subject, don’t hold up metal rods during thunderstorms).  I’ve also heard that statistically you are just as likely to win the lottery whether you play or not.  It’s nice to know that at any moment, someone could come in and inform me I’m now a millionaire.    At least that’s how I’m going to interpret that information.

A while back people wouldn’t stop talking about the Mega Millions because it was up to $650 million (so the person who won is now wealthier than some countries).  After hearing about it all day, I decided to buy my first lottery ticket – the only problem was that I had no idea what to ask for or how it worked (why doesn’t it have a scratch-off section?  Isn’t that how it works?).  The discussion with the nice lady at the lottery ticket booth at Kroger yielded a little bit of information about the lottery process and a whole lot of discussion about whether or not I would share the loot with my husband or send him packing.

It got me thinking, what would I do if I won the lottery?  Of course there’s the banal paying off of all debt, and maybe even buying my husband a new car (with a gas door that closes and a center console with the lid intact), but what beyond that?  Then I thought about charity because more than making generous donations, with that kind of money I could actually do whatever I want to create the change I want to see.  So I think I would want to improve the community of Dayton by buying houses and storefronts and remodeling them to make them attractive to people looking to settle in the Dayton area or start a new business.  I wouldn’t be working so I would need to create my own work to sustain my soul and this seems like the best way.  And really, it’s quite selfish because I’d be investing in the community to make it a better place to live for me and everyone else.

And I would be doing all of this in a killer new wardrobe…just sayin.

I have been super jealous/excited having the opportunity to spy my neighbor’s garden over my fence.  They are currently trying to sell the house, and I can’t imagine that it could be on the market long with flowers like these growing in the back yard.  If anyone you know is looking for a house in the Linden Heights area of Dayton, let me know!

1.  I always make sure to have ample furniture to set drinks on but for some reason, I can’t use a table for this.  I always balance my coffee mugs, cups, plates, bowls, etc. on my body while I’m using them.  I have no idea why.  This particular image is of my balancing act, this time with a delicious latte from Ghostlight Coffee.

2.  When I see anything in print, I check it over for grammatical and spelling errors.  If there aren’t any, I focus on style, diction, and syntax.  This is a picture I took at the gym of a typewritten letter a man wrote to anyone who would read it about why Obama is the worst president in history.  It was very funny, although I doubt the humor was intentional.

3.  When I see abandoned golf balls, I think about my dad.  He would snatch these up in a heartbeat.  Also, he would stand in the yard and hit golf balls – he even created his own little putting green (yes, he actually got down on the ground and measured the grass height).  So I guess when I saw these in my yard, I couldn’t help but to think he was out there somewhere trying to give me a sign that he has seen and approves of our new house.

Few are lucky as I to have a friend like Morgan.  She is one of those rare friends with whom I can go 2 years without having a conversation and pick up exactly where we left off without skipping a beat.  She lives in Cleveland and I live in Dayton so we don’t get to hang out as much as I would like and it’s sad because Morgan is pure radiant sunshine and I miss her terribly.

I recently took a vacation day on a random Thursday to relax, recharge, and renew (but not “renew” from Logan’s Run, that would be painful and unnecessary…).  I packed the day with fun things, including a chance afternoon with my friend Morgan.  She and her boyfriend, Michael, came over to see my house and I took them to Ghostlight Coffee because neither had been there before.  We sat down and caught up on eachothers’ [sic – Morgan and I like this word, even if it isn’t one] lives, played a little Trivial Pursuit, and drank some yummy iced lattes from Mason jars.

In the end, it was decided that my husband and I will go to Cleveland in May to see her new town and visit Cleveland’s Little Italy for delicious and fattening food.  I admit, I have been wanting to visit The Cleve since the 30 Rock episode where Liz Lemon and Jack Donaughy vacation there because it’s a virtual utopia compared to the mean streets of NYC.  I can’t wait!

Having moved from a series of small apartments and long suffering a terrible inability to ever make decisions, I do not have a lot in the way of wall art.  I wish I could just think about it one day, get a vision of what I want, and execute that decision, but it’s never that simple and I never seem to have the time.  Luckily for me, I follow Creature Comforts blog and waiting for me in my Google Reader this morning was an entry about an inexpensive project I can actually do even without any crafting skills whatsoever.  Basically, hammer some nails into the wall at even intervals, hang metal hangers on them, and then put a magazine on each of them.  Simple, practical, cheap as all get out, and really very chic (if you read cool magazines).  Click here for the original creator of this ingenious idea‘s blog – however, it’s in German.

I can’t wait to try this and I’ll post pictures when I do.

I don’t know how late I am to this party but today I discovered this very cool blog called The Burning House – a blog designed to make us think about what we would take with us if our houses caught fire.  It’s supposed to help us reflect on what’s really important in life.  It got me thinking about what I would take with me…

1.  Julia! – Because why get out of the fire if you won’t have a Julia! at the end of it?

2.  Make up bag – I hate to expose the extent of my addiction but there might be a thousand dollars’ worth of stuff in there.

3.  Purse – It holds so much of my life that even when I lost everything in the flood, because I had my purse, I could just move on without even missing work.  In fact, most people at work don’t even know I had a total-loss flood.

4.  Planner – My planner also holds my life, just a more concentrated version.

5.  *iPhone – Because I’ve grown very attached to this little rectangle of joy.

6.  *Husband – Because I’ve grown very attached to this PBR swilling, rock knowledge robot of joy.

*Not pictured

Thank you all for voting for the topic of my new house!  I would love to tell you about it.  This will be the first in a series of posts about my house.

First of all, it’s located in the city of Dayton, Ohio – specifically Linden Heights.  It was built in 1914 like many of the houses in Dayton after the 1913 flood.  There are 4 levels to our home including the basement and attic.

Here are some pictures of the views around our house.

St. Anthony

Julia in the back yard.

There’s more to come!  Check back to see the inside…