Both my parents and my grandparents attended Michigan State and are proud Michigan State Spartan Fans. For at least 40 years, my mom and dad have held season tickets to Michigan State home football games, and have - with pain and humility - watched the Spartans repeatedly snatch defeat from the jaws of victory.
Each big ten team has its own 'hierarchy of hatred'. For example: Ohio State hates Michigan and Michigan hates Michigan State. But we ALL UNITE in hating Notre Dame. Many years ago, my parents and a friend of theirs managed to score coveted and rare tickets to that season's Notre Game vs. Michigan State game. It was an away game, so off they drove from Grand Rapids to South Bend.
As they approached South Bend, the traffic slowed to a crawl, gold and blue Notre Dame paraphernalia
Ever since, this phrase has been hollered (you must holler it) by my family on Christmas eves, during plane take-offs and landings, before ultrasound results, and any other antsy excited situation. Any of you still with me? Good. Let me tell you what all this blaspheming has to do with my Holyoke Home. I last hollered this phrase at the New Haven exit sign on Route 91 South, because Ikea was moments away. The meatballs! The mind numbing number of boxes! The opportunity to impulse buy white ceramic things you don't need! JESUS CHRIST THE TENSION IS MOUNTING!
We went to Ikea to furnish our row house kitchen. Before going, we measured every nook and cranny of our kitchen space, wrote a very specific list of what we needed, created a budget, and negotiated a general idea of the colors and look we wanted. I HIGHLY recommend doing all this before you visit Ikea to avoid saying things to your significant other like, "We've been here five hours and all we've decided on is the DRAWER PULLS?!" or, "YOU PICK THE KICK PLATE COLOR! I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT KICK PLATE IS! I'M GOING TO THE FOOD COURT!" or, perhaps worst of all: "I don't know where I left your heavy duty measuring tape."
I also suggest bringing a snack so that you don't. Um. Start to cry when your blood sugar gets really low because you ate lunch (MEATBALLS!) five hours ago and now someone's asking you to choose the color and finish of your counter top, but your brain isn't working (true story.)
The layout of our row house kitchen is a pain in the ass. The room includes FOUR doorways, TWO windows, and a weird 'there might have been a fireplace here' type bump-out on one wall. Around all these, we had to find space for a stove, fridge, sink and dishwasher, prep area and (limited) storage.
Here's a visual:
In the next post, I'll show you the layout we designed as well as the stuff we bought at Ikea. Which only includes two white ceramic things I don't need.