Thanks Here is a picture with the rest of the trim up, the one online is older. Here is a link that might be useful: More pictures of my kitchen

Oh, my heck, as Vicki says. :-) I just read Maire Cate's link. This is what it says about the fees associated with the Kardashian Kard. It's especially awful considering that the card was being marketed to young people not savvy about money. While regular bank debit cards are typically free and don't charge any fees, a 12-month Kardashian Kard cost $99.95 just to own, including a card purchase fee of $9.95 and 12 monthly fees of $7.95. After the first year, consumers would have to continue to pay the $7.95 monthly fee. On top of these initial fees, it cost Kardashian Kard users $1 every time they added money to their card, and it cost $1.50 to speak with a live operator. If they wanted to pay their bills automatically using the card, they were charged $2 per transaction.

Grelobe, I followed up your link. I'm not sure but I think that the town described is real. It seems to me that I've heard of it before. In any case, I wanted to share a quote from the review. Collins is a writer and also a lover of books. For him abandoning San Francisco is an easy choice because it's too expensive and because his neighbors, in their painstakingly restored Victorian houses, apparently never read. 'All those beautiful built-in bookshelves?' Collins says. 'They don't hold any books.' Indeed his real-estate agent tells him 'You have too many books in here. Home buyers don't like books . . . . Really. You should hide them.' Alas, if we every have to sell our house, there will be a problem. It is filled with books, and we have several built-in bookcases. I live about an hour away from SF, so perhaps this is true here, too. It is an area with a serious interest in education, so maybe it is not. I often see long lines at the public library. Perhaps built-in bookcases are like built-in swimming pools, very desirable to those who want them, and a burden to those who do not. Rosefolly

"naff" is somewhere between tacky and cutesy. Putting seasonal outfits on the goose garden sculpture on the front porch would be naff. In the last couple of years, I have taught a Cierra, a Deja (whose last name rhymed with Vu), a Jevon, two Skylars, one a girl, and one, with an "er", a boy; two Gages and a Sage, all boys; a Meea, a Tory (boy) and Tori (girl), a Destiny and a Lorelai. Taylors, Tylers, Jordans and Morgans of both genders. My DD is Jillian, often mispelled Julian-for instance, on her letter reminding her she must register for the draft. Speaking of teenagers naming babies- Both my children were required in 9th grade to take "Family and Consumer Science" and one of the units was parenting-and they each brought home the "Think-it-Over" baby doll as a required project. They pick up the doll after school and have the "parent wristband" attached-and you can not take the wristband off-it is removed the next morning at school. This doll is programmed to cry at frequent intervals all night, and the student must figure out what the baby wants-rocking, feeding or changing-place the wristband plug in the baby plug, and start doing whatever it takes to make it stop crying-within 3 minutes. This is all recorded on a computer chip in its little plastic head. I repeat, this goes on all night long. Daughter brought hers home, did the project, returned it-no name, no "how cute"...whatever. Do it, get an A, move on. My son went to pick up his baby and was asked by his teacher if his parents would object to a baby that did not match him ethnically-she told me later he stared at her and said "it's a doll. Why would they care?" and off he and baby went to volleyball practice. (There were 4 of the babies at practice that night-apparently it was riotous and non-stop crying!) He named his J-Qwan and at 2 a.m. the crying woke me up (did I mention that it cries all night long?) I heard him shouting from the bathroom "I'm coming J-Qwan-can't a father even p**?" LOL! His teacher told me later that she had received a blistering phone call from a father whose daughter had come home with a baby that didn't match her ethnically, so she was told to always ask. For pete sake!