The Ghetto Stylin' Christmas Gift

I like to buy gifts for family members at Christmas time.  My husband is always hard to buy for.  He either wants something like another guitar (we already have too many) or he will return what I buy for him.  This year, I bought him something special... a toilet.  Our old toilet would clog at least once a week.  It has never worked since we built our house.  It was usually his job to get out the auger (more than just a tool to unclog showers) and get rid of the blockage.  My mom mentioned a toilet with a hole so big you could flush a bucket of golf balls down.  I was in!  At Christmas, my mom and I gave him a bucket of golf balls and a toilet brush and he couldn't figure out what was going on.  The last part of the gift was to go outside and look in the back of my mom's Highlander.  He thought it might have been a puppy.  Nope.  Just a toilet.  Needless to say he doesn't talk about his gift with many people.

Doggy gate

Our two dogs, Charlie and Margaret, pee on the floor when we leave them alone, so we gate them into the kitchen. A visiting dog ate one of the gates. We can't face replacing it (because my husband AJ thinks he can fix it) so we have it closed with a lanyard and two cat-eaten man crocks.

Permanent Christmas Tree

See the beautiful sunrise over the lake at our lovely suburban home? See the Frazier fir that seems to be growing right on the deck? That's our 2011 Christmas Tree. We had to move it outside, 'cause one of our family members developed a kind of an allergy. It blew over so many times ww nailed it to the deck, stand and all. Ghetto stylin' for real.

Burping

The following is a conversation in the car on the way home from school.

"Mom, I learned how to burp at school today."

"What else did you learn today?"

"Nothing."

I hope he's not picking up the ghetto stylin' from me.

Garage Chair

We went to Ikea to fulfill my dream of having twelve matching chairs around the dining room table. The deal was four chairs and a table for 59 dollars. I gave two tables away. Not surprisingly, the chairs are kinda cheap, and one got too dangerous to sit on. But I don't want to give up my 12 matching chairs. So I have one ghetto stylin' out by the garage.

Happy Valentine's Day!

Last night, February 13th, I fell asleep before getting the valentine presents ready for my children.  My husband took care of it.  When my son opened his card, there was a $10 bill wrapped in a note.  Sounds like ghetto stylin' to me. 

After watching my children open their cards this morning, I was told to look in my valentine box.  My son made valentine boxes for the four of us.  In my box there was a card and a three pack of gum.  The card was sweet.  The three pack of gum was off of my dresser.  Thanks, honey!  Ghetto stylin' for sure.

When will the bathroom be fixed?

About three years ago, our master bathroom had a clogged shower.  We tried using Liquid Plumber or some off brand to get rid of the clog.  No such luck.  So, in ghetto style, we used our toilet auger to unclog it.  It worked but the consequence was severe.  We noticed a stain in our basement ceiling below the shower not long after the auger incident.  We started to suspect a leak in the shower plumbing.  Shortly after the brown spot appeared, our hardwired smoke detectors started to beep unexpectedly.  After unhooking the system, we stopped using the shower.  That was three years ago.  Ghetto stylin'!

Five Couches

We are sporting new red velvet couches in the living room that we bought from our niece and nephew, only slightly used. That's ghetto stylin' right there. We kept the old furniture too, lined up right behind the new stuff, just like in those classy media rooms you see on TV! We have a hide-a-bed in the basement, too. That's five couches, baby. Ghetto stylin. Also hoarding.

Welcome to Ghetto Stylin'

Have you ever had moment when you looked at something around your house and wondered why you hadn't fixed it?  For years?  Like why there is no ceiling in the bathroom.  We are Kristin and Dawn, two women living your average life in the suburbs.  We are secretly (or not so secretly) ghetto stylin'.  We decided 2012 would be the year to be proud of our ghetto stylin' lifestyle.  So here we are rockin' it!  We welcome all ghetto stylin' comments!  Come out to your friends and coworkers.  Rock it with us and celebrate your ghetto style!