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name: Beanie
age: 35
email: bbbeans@yahoo.com


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Screaming Bean
Tuesday, March 18, 2008

Like many people across the nation, we're holding on to our house for a while and waiting for the housing cycle to play itself out. We're also trying to improve what we've got so when the time is right, we'll have a great house to show. To that end, we've recently redone the bathroom, and now are working on the kitchen. Being bold pioneering sorts, we're doing it ourselves. And to do our cabinets, we picked IKEA. I love IKEA. I love IKEA even after spending 10 hours there on Saturday. Why 10 hours? Why not 10 hours? It took some time to place the order, we had lunch, more shopping, picked up the order and had to check to make sure our order was complete, and most importantly, packing the truck to take it home. And it all made it home. No doors on the highway, no hinges bouncing away on the medians, just a full full full truck. And now it's stacked in our family room. All flatpacked, all just waiting to be assembled. In the meantime, I'll be venetian plastering the kitchen walls. It's oddly relaxing compared to my job. Artistic too. It'll be good. It'll be fine. Just don't ask to eat over at my house at the moment. The kitchen is a bit of a wreck.

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