How to Get Pete to Eat Anything

'Nuff said...

Mocha Clean

On Saturday night, we painted our bathroom. After the Attack of the Soot-Belching Fireplace, we had waited and waited for our house to get repainted while the painter was trying to figure out how to adopt a child from Russia. Our landlords had told us that if we let him paint the whole house white, we could paint the bathroom any color we wanted.

So, almost two years later, we finally got around to covering the soot-stained, dingy white that has been clashing with the cream on our tub, toilet, and sink since we moved in. We went with a mocha, and it is finished. Before Weebix gets here. And before I ran out of energy and time.

What do you think?

Productive

On Saturday, Pete and Kate and I cleaned. Or rather, dejunked.

It wasn't a very thorough job, because I got way tired by about 1pm. I haven't been so tired in years. Not since I was really sick.

But we organized one dresser, several boxes, one and a half closets, the refrigerator, and the underside of our bed. I boxed up the maternity clothes that don't fit anymore (I'm down to just a few outfits now, with no motivation to go buy any more maternity clothes--I can see the end, when I'll be wearing jeans again!), and cleaned out a whole box of the clothes I hid away when I got pregnant.

I hope it doesn't bug me too much over the next couple of months that we left it somewhat unfinished...

Snapshot

I was surfing through one of my weddings today and ran across a rare snapshot that occurred during a brief break in the wedding schedule. Wow, I have gained a lot of weight, but hey, I guess it goes with being pregnant... :-P

I forget how fun it can be to just have random shots of each other. Sometimes I have to get out of this whole photographer mode and just have fun!

A Pet Peeve

No, that's a misnomer.

It's not a pet, people, it's a monster. Its tentacles have oozed into every level of our culture, from advertising to news articles to blogs to personal emails to published "works" of literature.

I refuse to accept it.

Tell me, do YOU know the difference between "it's" and "its"?

Pete calls me a grammar Nazi. You can call me a grammar freak. I don't care.

The technical term for "it's" is contraction. It is two words joined together by an apostrophe: "It" and "is." (Raise your hand if you know what an apostrophe is.)

You use "it-apostrophe-s" (it's) when you want to say, "It is cold outside." "It is your turn to do the dishes." "It is an abomination that so many people get away with using the contraction it's as a possessive pronoun." (Each "it is" may be replaced with "it-apostrophe-s.")

It's awful!

But this brings me to the second part of my rant.

The technical term for "its" is possessive pronoun. Notice the very OBVIOUS lack of apostrophe.

You use "its" when describing something that belongs to or with something. "Its paws were white." "The church has missed its calling." "Proper grammar has released its hold on our American society."

I may not be able to change the world, but this is ONE thing I should very much like to see corrected.

*rides off into the sunset, muttering wildly...*