I’ve come up with another one of my crazy ideas.

I want to turn our basement into an art “studio.”

Lofty ambition, I know.  Trav is shakin’ in his boots fancy Cole-Haan loafers.  He always gets kind of nervous when I come up with these kinds of things.  I guess I can understand his angst on this one, though, because this is what our basement currently looks like.

Welcome to our dark side.  It’s gross.  It’s dingy.  It’s really, really creepy.

In my wacky little opinion, it’s also chock-full of potential.

I just think it would be so fabulous to have an area that would store all of our artsy-fartsy stuff and where we don’t mind kiddos spilling glitter, glue, paint, and such all around.  Our basement is the perfect place for this.  It’s unfinished and just begging for a little bit o’ TLC.

I’ve always enjoyed crafty stuff.  Arle loves it too (we actually just returned from a Gymboree art class, or “heart” class as Arle calls it).

I can just see it now.

I’ll paint it a light color in order to lessen the dungeon-like-feeling of its current state.

I’ll have new lighting installed.

I’ll figure out who in the heck you call in order to properly dispose of the loads of paint our previous home-owner so kindly left on our hands.

I’ll re-locate (or trash) much of the junk that currently resides down there.  (Side-note:  Don’t worry, Brad and Bekka, we won’t trash any of the items you’re storing down there while you’re living it up in NYC for the year.  Brats).

I’ll make big, cutesy inspiration boards to hang all over the walls that will hold all of the magazine clippings I’m always ripping out.  Arle will even have her own inspiration board.

I’ll stock it with all sorts of supplies just like this site suggests.

Then, once all the work is complete, I’ll invite all sorts of kiddos and mommies over to join in on our crafting fun.

My goal is to have this open for “business” by the time Mr. Colder-Than-Cold-Winter rolls around.

Hey, hey, whadya, say, Trav????  If you love me, you’ll do it.  :)

So…hypothetically speaking…what if someone offered you a free ticket to the Britney Spears concert tonight? 

And, just hypothetically, let’s say you accepted the offer, even though the last thing you’re familiar with Britney singing was from her days on the Disney channel? 

And, what if you suddenly realized that the hypothetical group of girls you’re going with to this completely hypothetical concert were all girls in their early to mid twenties and that you’re going to be the “old” girl in the group?

Would you hypothetically have a panic attack because you just know you’re going to be the huge dork that doesn’t know any Britney songs and shows up looking like a grandma with her cardigan sweater and a cane in hand?

And, of course just being purely hypothetical, would you get on itunes yesterday to download all of the Britney songs that appeared to be the least bit popular and listen to them over and over again in an effort to be able to bob your head along with the beat and lip sinc the lyrics? 

Just hypothetically, would you dash to the mall last night and scurry around to find a top to wear that will deceive everyone into thinking that you’re absolutely NOT 31? 

Would you?  Just hypothetically, of course…

If I was hypothetically faced with this situation, I would be über excited because I would have hypothetically read this show is supposed to be incredible!  I would also be super excited just for a chance to have a girls’ night out on the town. 

Oh, but did I mention this is all purely hypothetical?

I’m tired.  Our weekend was busy, busy, busy. 

Because I have nothing better to write about, I’m going to give you the über-exciting play-by-play.

We started off Saturday morning by helping some dear friends move all of their belongings from an apartment to their newly-purchased, super cute house (that’s only THREE minutes away from ours…HOORAY!).  By the end of the moving extravaganza, Trav and I realized how ridiculously out of shape we both are…an unpleasant realization, as pool season is just around the corner.  I’ve got to get my hiney in gear. 

We then buzzed out to a garden center, in order to find out what it’s going to take to no longer have the white-trash yard on the block.  At the beginning of winter, some punks came to our house, tore out all of our flowerbeds, and destroyed our grass.  They also took loads of our money with them.  It was a sad day.  Supposedly, all of that “work” is supposed to somehow fix some foundation issues we were having. 

Now warmer weather is arriving and green grass, daffodils, crocus, and forsythia are popping up all over the place.  Except in our yard.  We’re just growing dirt.  It’s pretty. 

Macho Man Trav is on it, though.  He’s gung-ho and determined to restore our yard back to a lush pad of green.

I digress.

After that, we went shopping at the Plaza to take full advantage of the Banana Republic/Gap coupon that I had on hand.  Trav made out like a bandit with all sorts of snazzy new work clothes.  I was having an extreme fat day and didn’t have ANY luck.  I thought I was at least going home with a crazy-cool bracelet I had been eyeing that was now on sale.  After paying for our purchases, I asked the lady for the bracelet so I could put it on and wear it (yes, I’m like a kid who just bought new shoes).  It didn’t fit.  Evidently I have chunky wrists.  Obviously, this wasn’t what I needed to happen on an already fat day. 

I returned the bracelet.

After all that hard work, we were ready for a night out on the town. 

Lucky for us, Trav’s sister, Lara, was in town.  We had to absolutely twist her arm to babysit Arle, but she finally obliged.  Obviously, that’s a complete lie.  She gladly took the child-rearing reigns and allowed us to have a date that was free from constantly watching the clock and thinking about how we needed to get home early as to avoid going broke after paying a babysitter. 

Thank you, Lara!

So, out the door we went with our fab friends, Brad and Bekka.  We went to a great little French restaurant called Aixois and it was delish!  Great wine, great conversation, great snails, great service, great dessert, great everything. 

We then met up with some other friends and went to a dueling piano bar.  Have you ever been to one of these?  I thought I had, but am now pretty sure I have not.  I was under the impression that we were going to a peaceful, dimly-lit, sophisticated bar that had nice piano music in the background. 

Not so.

The place we went was the complete opposite of what I imagined, but provided some fantastic people watching opportunities.  Again, great times with great friends. 

This was, by far, the latest Trav and I had been out in quite some time.  We were tired, tired, tired by the time our heads hit our pillows. 

Yesterday, we slept in, went to church, came home and took naps, walked to the park, walked to Starbucks, walked home, ate an easy-breezy meal of grilled cheese sandwiches and tomato soup, then watched our favorite show, Amazing Race. 

I mean, really, could I ask for a better weekend?  I think not. 

Tata for now…I’m off to workout.  Anybody know any good wrist-whittling exercises?

I love to look at my blog stats page and see how Momdiggity visitors get to my site.  Lately, I’ve noticed a couple of funny Google search phrases have led people to my blog. 

I’m sure the person that searched for, “Elephant frosting decoration” was extremely disappointed when she saw my elephant abomination. 

The person that typed in, “How do I unstop a toilet without a plunger” obviously didn’t get what they were looking for when Google led them to “Fiery Trav.” 

Hopefully, they at least had a good laugh in their time of need…