Two Sides at War

Reading my last post reminded me of a post I was gonna make a few days ago....I love some of the old houses downtown. I love the oldness, the shape, the stories, the history...I love old things. I love antiques and old hardwood floors...

But this part of me directly contradicts the part of me that loves the modern. For example, yes I love books (the kind u can hold in your hand) but I own a Nook. I love vinyl records. I love the static noise and I even love when it skips. I love the smell of vinyl and the feel and the part where you have to treat it right and respect the vinyl so it doesn't get scratched. So many old things remind me of my childhood. BUT I own an iPad, iPod, CD's. I love black and white movies...I love Gigi and the Sound of Music...and lots of old movies but I go to the movies a lot...the modern ones. When I look at houses, part of me loves that old houses are ORIGINAL (high praise in my book). I hate cookie cutter architecture..I hate cookie cutter anything really. I love that a contractor didn't go in there building a million houses with similar floor plans and features. But I love modern convenience. I love the way stainless steel looks, I love a sleek, modern look..clean lines and no frills. I like the idea of shucking off the hodge podge assortment of life and going with bare living.

Anyways, I just wanted you to know blog that I realize I contradict myself..and it's not that I'm lying or even changing my mind...I'm just at war with myself here. Maybe I will find a happy medium one day...an old house with modern updates....or something like it.

Bummed.

I don't have a reason to feel bummed...things are hunky dorey. I did have some plans tonight that got canceled for one reason or another and I'm kinda bummed about that. I started to go to the movie alone but I was really enjoying my family but now the kids are all in bed and it's just me and Foy and speaking of Foy we've been fighting a lot on his days off. Just arguing about anything and everything. He had the nerve to say something about the house being messy, ggrrrrr. I threw cake at his head for it...cake in a plate (oh, don't get your panties in a wad..it was a paper plate but there was a metal fork involved...ok, it was more over his head). We laughed about it later. I knew the minute he said it I was fixing to launch something at him...happened to be cake...I consider him lucky I wasn't having a glass of water with it.

Anyways, I'm considering the late movie. I went and got us some booze but now I don't think it's the booze I want. I want a club atmosphere. I want loud music, anonymity, the crush of the crowd, the pulse of the music, the smell of pheromones in the air...to some people that all might sound not so good but to me...it sounds and smells familiar. I grew up in that atmosphere...it helped forge me into the person I am now.

So I gotta go and catch this movie...and who knows...maybe I'll go get a drink by myself.." I ain't afraid.."

On the up side, I finally got him to agree that we need new mattresses so those are in the works....he's Internet comparing as we speak and I bet we go get some new ones tomorrow. I want to wait and check out RC Willey. I LOVE RC Willey but he's impatient. He said he wants a better nights sleep NOW, not when we find the time to go to SLC so it looks like it might be John Paras, blech.