Lady J's Profile

there is a world of difference btw online and print. but i'll take what i can get.

i think that room he's sitting in was featured on the old real living australia blog. it's a pretty awesome space. his blog used to crash my browser every time i tried to open it. i'll have to start going there again.

i've heard pretty much all of that before. that cinnamon thing has been going around quite a bit the last couple of years. i think a woman went on dr. oz after having lost a lot of weight. they both shot back a tsp of cinnamon. he was like 'how can you stand it?' and she was like, 'i grew up taking cod liver oil. this is nothing.'

the thing with oats is that they are so fibrous that they burn slowly. they don't spike the blood sugar and therefore don't provoke an over-secretion of insulin. oats provide long-term energy as opposed to a brief surge-and-crash.

very refreshing. big ups to rochester!

not spray, mist. any residue is in trace amounts. although i totally agree with you. lid down before flushing and pretty much any other time. i always feared dropping something in the toilet. then one day i did. hair brush flipped and landed in the toilet before i could flush it. now i appreciate the imposition of low-flow toilets.

forget the couch. get two chairs. much more versatile.

flatware does this to my porcelain set from time to time. it's only a small mark here and there eventually goes away. but i'm bookmarking this tip.

i'm down for it. my cabinets are okay being a one-person pad. but every time i go to my family's, everything is just shoved in and nothing has it's lid. i think open shelves and a pegboard wall would keep you honest. dishes don't have to match. just arrange them in an orderly fashion. that will bring visual calm, which is all the pretty you need.

only did this once, and that was in a brownstone. owner rented out the upper two floors. we shared kitchens/baths by floor. i was not warned that everyone provided their own toilet paper. the landlady did complain to me once or twice that no one would bring the trash down to the street. i'd had no idea it was expected of us.

she was very kind to me.

it occurred to me this morning that it was the first morning in months that my upstairs neighbor has not forced me awake btw 5 and 6am dragging furniture around his place. for some reason he was fairly quiet, which is amazing because i've been on the verge of full-blown meltdown for weeks now. sunday was the worst. he woke up at 5:15. started dragging a chair across the wooden floor (as usual), ran the appliance that makes his breakfast (blender? coffee grinder?), ran a carpet sweeper (not a vacuum) over what must be a tiny rug. about 7:45 he turned on his opera music. the rest of the morning he must have spent at a desk b/c his chair legs scraped back across the floor intermittently. i went to mcd's for breakfast as an alternative to going up to start a vicious confrontation.

last time i mentioned this on this site, someone called me a pill. geltab, capsule, chewable, whatever. my position is the same.

it isn't his fault that the noise travels so loudly into my apartment, but neither is he considerate. you can't decide to turn up your music at 7am on a weekend and not know it is disturbing to other tenants. you can't drop freeweights on your bare floor and not know it is disruptive to the person downstairs. you may not realize that when your feet touch the floor the downstairs tenant wakes from a dead sleep. i get that. i do.

but my lease says that 80% of my floor has to be covered by rugs. and obviously 80% of his floor is not. over the years, i have become quite accustomed to the noises of his daily routine. but this daily movement of furniture has gone from (apparently) closing up a daybed to so much more. i'm thinking of having the super come in and listen so i have a witness to how loud it is. my friend thought it was thunder. thunder.

in my considered opinion, anyone who is getting the broomstick treatment should try to put themselves in the other guys shoes. literally. maybe your toddler fell off a couch, but how's the neighbor going to know what that was? you obviously don't know how much the sound was amplified on it's way into her home? why not try to find out what the other guy is talking about? talk to them about a simple test. you turn up your tv to your usual level and go over to their house and see how loud it is on their side.

i'm sure if we could see the other side's point of view, a lot more consideration would be happening on both sides. as it happens, i am overly considerate and do not complain to my upstairs neighbor. except about the weightlifting. but it was 3.5 years of that before i took up my broomstick. and he was huffy and bitchy to me for quite a while before he finally cut it out. if he could hear it from my side, he'd be more thoughtful. i like to think.