decorate my domicile

Ok, I realize that I have been neglecting the single most important issue that weighs daily on the mind of my subscribers. So, without further ado, an udate on the life of my plants:

As you may recall my lone plant Maryann was living on my posh mantle. You may also recall that she was very persisitant about bothering me to get another plant, preferabally a male. Well, I felt it was to soon for her as a young houseplant to be living with a big male plant who would very likely have undecent designs on her nubile foilage.

Well, lo and behold, a good femme friend gave me a very belated housewarming present that was in fact a big male plant. He had been waiting in her house for months. So, a coupe months ago the Professor moved onto my mantle and the reason I did not tell you all is that I was worried that something shocking might occur and I did not want my Maryann’s reputation ruined.

Then for Christmas another femme friend gave me a cute new girl plant with lovely red tips. So now Ginger has joined the group on the mantle and it appears they behaved themselves while I was in Texas. No new seedlings. So whatever happens when I am gone with the Professor, Ginger and Maryann must involve safe plant intermingling.

Pictured above: Maryann (left), the Professor (center) and Ginger (right).

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Took my first bath in my new place. It was great. The last few places I have lived had horrid bath situations but with my new grandiose tub it is fabulous.

I got in and it literaly made me feel like a little kid or a muppet. Really, that is how big it is. Imagine that Lily Tomlin skit where she is on the gigantic rocking chair with a lolipop. That is the feeling/image this tub conjures up.

The funny thing about my new bathroom is it has this super smooth daddy-o shower curtain. Originally the smooth-daddy-o shower curtain was in the 1 bedroom apartment I looked at down the hall and there was a perfectly nice and normal curtain with seashell curtain rings . . . however when I was looking at the other apartment my bestest femme friend was there and she said rather loudly “ooooo, look at that shower curtain. You gotta have a curtain like this” with all the teasing power of a vixen and so when I got the coller studio apartment and moved in there was the smooth-daddy-o shower curtain was there and the landlady said “Look I brought the shower curtain you liked over.”

So sure enough when my femme friend was over for dinner she noticed it and said “oh no, she didn’t. I’m sorry.”

So yeah, now I have a smooth-dady-o shower curtain and I will not feel truly moved in until I get the patchwork fake tigerskin bathrobe to go along with it. And then with a pipe me and Heff will super tight.

Yea, I know ya’ll want to know what wild, crazy antics I’m up to these days, but the thing is I’m just a tamed baby tiger now that I have a new place. I’m consumed with such mundane issues as: choosing paint colors for my walls, plant selection/care, finding chairs that mate with my new kitchen table.

For those wishing to follow the ever exciting events of my new plant soap opera: My First House Plant is loving her perch on my kitchen mantle. Her name is Mary Ann and she has been enjoying the company of a large lily.

Tune in tommorow for another exciting chapter in the life of Aaron’s plants. Will Mary Ann need to be re-planted? Will Aaron find a Giligan to keep her amused on the island of Aaron’s Kitchen mantle?

The bear that had been protecting my car decided to move into my new place.

He has chosen the new salad bowl stand as his cave.

Despite my initial reservations on the bear’s new living arrangements, I have to admit he does liven up the otherwise sparsely decorated room.

I do suppose I should name him before guests arrive and want a proper nomiker.

I love my new dishes. My first house warming present. By accident. It does pay off to have lots of friends getting married apparently; These dishes were given to me by a couple I knwo that recieved far too many dishes for their wedding presents.

Maybe I’ll invite all of the recently married folk to my housewarming and see what former wedding presents turn into my housewarming presents. Pherhaps I’ll get that cool tea pot I just bought the ever so adorable new couple. Fingers crossed.

“A mind, like a home, is furnished by its owner, so if one’s life is cold and bare he can blame none but himself.”
– Louis L’Amour