My office space...

has been cleared and de-cluttered. I finally have a spot that is mine...to focus on what I love - writing. Yay - or like Pookie spells it...yey...

I am very proud of my use of thumbtacks to keep the curtains up...when in need of curtain rods, thumbtacks will do! :)

a before picture...and one of my favorite shots

loving that I finally get to use my purple sari...:) it's too beautiful to let it go to waste!

where will all my shells go?! well...let's start with the windowsill!

lots of shells and pumice stones that need to be displayed...where can I find a cheap bookshelf/buffet table?

I also heard from the landlord that he'll be bringing in a king sized bed for the spare bedroom. um...HELL yes?!! Thank god...no need to BUY a bed for my guests, I can now focus on prettifying it instead! well...I'll wait and see when the bed is brought over...but hopefully before the Xmas holidays, as it seems people tend to come over and visit around that time! :)

Naughty Pookie

Pookie tends to come home wasted and passes out on the kitchen table, usually with condiment bottles fallen to the wayside as he happily slumbers away. He's a big bear, so lifting him to drag him to bed is a chore. Slapping him awake seems to harsh, though I often have to smack his arm to wake him up. He then mumbles gibberish and promptly brings his head down to sleep again.

This usually occurs during my favorite sleeping hours. Me? Not happy.

Nothing compares to having to strip him down and showering him, towelling him off, then dressing him again. I don't need a child. I have a 6'3", 275lb baby of my very own. He's cuddly, loves to snuggle, and well...he's very handy to have around, let's just keep it at that! :)

He passed out on Thursday and I took pictures....I'll ask his opinion before posting, but they sure are cute/funny. Whenever I wake up before he does, I love watching his lips as he sleeps. He pouts in his sleep...

This Saturday/Sunday morning, I found him passed out again at the table. This time, I found him pouting with a smear of ketchup drying away on his face. ahhhh...bless...my slumbering baby...

What is Casa De Pookie?

My pet name for my hubby is Pookie - it evolved from all manner of nicknames, but it finally stuck - and being addicted to Facebook, I would often refer to Pookie. Pretty soon, people would walk into the bank where he works and when they saw him, they'd go "Hiiiii Pookiiiiieee!!". So, apparently, it's all my fault!

We just moved to a new place, and although it is a rental, we're still rather excited, as it is the first "house" we've stayed in. We're "playing house". The moniker "Casa de Pookie" really came about because a dear sweet friend of mine decided she was so excited for us over the house that she'd make a sign. When that sign finally makes it to the house, I'll be sure to use it as our masthead! :) Pookie is a sweetie, and he lets me get away with so many things that naming the house in his honor only seemed fitting.

There's so much to do in the house, and of course, why not improve my housekeeping skills by blogging about it? If I know I'm taking pictures, I may just be motivated to dust and sweep...the garden may just make it for the season, and my cooking may just get back on track as well...

We'll see how long that lasts! For now, welcome, and hope you come back...