The first thing I have to report is that Nacho Libre was hysterical; I feel it combined the delightful absurdity of This is Spinal Tap with the comedy of Death to Smoochie, plus much of the music was done by Danny Elfman. The movie's setting alone was cool enough for me to recommend it: it was shot entirely in Mexico and much of it in historic Oaxaca.
I spoke with Mr. Dunn,
triple_phoenix's landlord, on Friday afternoon; he is willing and pretty eager to rent the vacant side of Triple_Phoenix's duplex to us for more money than I'd like to pay, but not for as much as many landlords are asking (and since at least four of us are moving in together it won't be hard for us to make the payments).
The neighborhood is nice enough and the house has a fenced-in yard, so the cats can go outside and Conrad can frisk about in the grass without me having to constantly keep an eye on him. There's also a small, back patio where I can keep the ferrets' during the day, and the bedroom we're taking is big enough for the ferrets' secondary cage, in which I'll keep them at night.
The man and I will take the master bedroom, which has its own bathroom attached, Triple_Phoenix will take the middle bedroom, which is the smallest, and our two other room mates will take the front bedroom with the balcony; Triple_Phoenix and the boys in the front bedroom will have to share a bathroom. I'm relieved that I won't really have to share a bathroom with anyone, because I'm extremely particular about how I organize my bathroom and I must always have a clean tub. I'm also easily grossed out by strange things, like using a towel anyone else may have used for any reason, even just to dry their hands after washing them, so sharing a bathroom with more than one person can become extremely stressful for me.
Since all of us except Triple_Phoenix pretty much lost all our possessions to hurricane Katrina, none of us have any furniture. I have a futon, a couple of side tables (right now we're using them as a TV stand, stacked one on top the other), and a lamp. My parents have a working set of washer and dryer they're happy to give us and Triple_Phoenix's mom has a refrigerator we can have, but a trip to our local thrift shops and the nearest Ikea will still be in order!
I will be extremely relieved to get out of our FEMA trailer, although I am grateful to have had it at all. I'm looking forward to the simple things, like a real pantry, enough counter space to chop vegetables or roll out dough, and a bathroom in which I don't feel like a giant!
I've never lived with more than one other person (excluding my parents), even in my first apartment, so it'll be interesting to see how we all get along as room mates; I've been friends with all of these people for years, but cohabiting is an inherently more intimate experience.
It'll be nice to be able to garden again, too, instead of struggling to care for potted plants that just dry out too quickly in the intense, New Orleans heat. Since I'll have a yard again, I'd like to plant a vegetable garden, but it's not an undertaking I can manage alone. The first spot in the yard I notice that gets full sun is getting planted with Zinnias, even if it is late in the season for them.
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The neighborhood is nice enough and the house has a fenced-in yard, so the cats can go outside and Conrad can frisk about in the grass without me having to constantly keep an eye on him. There's also a small, back patio where I can keep the ferrets' during the day, and the bedroom we're taking is big enough for the ferrets' secondary cage, in which I'll keep them at night.
The man and I will take the master bedroom, which has its own bathroom attached, Triple_Phoenix will take the middle bedroom, which is the smallest, and our two other room mates will take the front bedroom with the balcony; Triple_Phoenix and the boys in the front bedroom will have to share a bathroom. I'm relieved that I won't really have to share a bathroom with anyone, because I'm extremely particular about how I organize my bathroom and I must always have a clean tub. I'm also easily grossed out by strange things, like using a towel anyone else may have used for any reason, even just to dry their hands after washing them, so sharing a bathroom with more than one person can become extremely stressful for me.
Since all of us except Triple_Phoenix pretty much lost all our possessions to hurricane Katrina, none of us have any furniture. I have a futon, a couple of side tables (right now we're using them as a TV stand, stacked one on top the other), and a lamp. My parents have a working set of washer and dryer they're happy to give us and Triple_Phoenix's mom has a refrigerator we can have, but a trip to our local thrift shops and the nearest Ikea will still be in order!
I will be extremely relieved to get out of our FEMA trailer, although I am grateful to have had it at all. I'm looking forward to the simple things, like a real pantry, enough counter space to chop vegetables or roll out dough, and a bathroom in which I don't feel like a giant!
I've never lived with more than one other person (excluding my parents), even in my first apartment, so it'll be interesting to see how we all get along as room mates; I've been friends with all of these people for years, but cohabiting is an inherently more intimate experience.
It'll be nice to be able to garden again, too, instead of struggling to care for potted plants that just dry out too quickly in the intense, New Orleans heat. Since I'll have a yard again, I'd like to plant a vegetable garden, but it's not an undertaking I can manage alone. The first spot in the yard I notice that gets full sun is getting planted with Zinnias, even if it is late in the season for them.
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One of the reasons why I like it here. I love everything they have.
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