Melissa @ How I Roll's Profile

After my fourth grade band concert (I played the oboe), I used my Book-It certificate to get a personal pan pizza at Pizza Hut. I woke up in the middle of the night and threw up until my stomach was empty. I couldn't eat pizza for years and now that I do eat pizza again (and love it again), I can't even stand the smell a Pizza Hut from my car.

Also, Caesar salad, but that was from food poisoning in high school, the night before the SATs. I can't even smell Caesar dressing anymore.

Not surprisingly, I don't eat in restaurants before or after important life events.

My husband loves pink (and he's a big, burly electrician) so his bedroom growing up was bubble gum pink with navy plaid bedding and when he grew up and lived with his friend, his bedroom was painted hot pink with an orange ceiling, orange area rug and black bedding. At first I cringed at the combination but once I got to know my husband better, I really started to appreciate his aesthetic.

What about a pink tapestry to hang on the wall or ceiling? http://www.trippystore.com/pink_sanganeer_tapestry.html
Also, pink lamp, throw pillows, area rug, etc.

Kudos to you for raising a boy who is secure enough to like what he likes.

I agree with many of these above, especially recipes calling for obscure ingredients I don't have or can't find and those requiring specific equipment. A dough hook? I don't even know what one looks like and I've been baking and making bread for years. I just skip those recipes and revert to my grandmother's recipes because she definitely didn't have a stand mixer, let alone a dough hook. She used her own little hands.

My house was built in 1880. Awesome, right? Unfortunately, it was completely re-done in the 70's to include wood paneling (with no insulation behind it and which has been painted multiple shades of beige), an indoor bathroom was added that is NOT up to code and is being supported by a 2'x4' on a sideways broken cinderblock, crappy cardboard-type ceiling tiles were added to hide the exposed beams, beige wall-to-wall-carpet was installed to cover the wood floors and absorb every cigarette smoked and urine expelled from a pet, and every ounce of charm was either removed or covered. We've removed the ceilings and carpets but all the other stuff is heartbreaking. Not to mention the deck is unsafe for even a cooler, our basement floods, and the whole house is slanted. The stairs consist of 3 normal steps followed by 8 pie-shaped wooden steps that have contributed to broken ribs and a bruised butt but we put some gorgeous sandpaper tape on the edges of each step. Also, the smallest bedroom has four electrical outlets while our bedroom (which was originally two rooms back in the day) has one outlet...in my husband's closet.

Still, despite its faults, I love the crazy house.