We moved a bed, discarded a desk,assembled a new one, removed a dresser, made plans to pick up the new one, organized a closet, hauled a car load to Value Village, painted a room, and still our house looks like a tornado came through and disruputed the peace.
At least we’re the eye of the storm.
A couple weeks ago we were in need of some new shampoo and I found myself staring at a bottle of shampoo and body wash that looked like it was dough in a bottle ready to pour on a skillet. After I grabbed the bottle off the shelf and sniffed the contents, my mind had been made up: I was going to buy Belgian Waffle shampoo. Oi.
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The shampoo bubbles and cleans just as good as it smells. I’ve found myself washing my hair twice these past few days just so I can have that delicious smell fill up the shower one more time. Luckily, the bottle came with a recipe on it so I can bake some actual waffles when I’m done washing my hair. Genius.
I started building some outdoor chairs with the Littlejohns this summer, but the completion of the project ended up getting postponed for various reasons. Unfortunately, this meant that the unfinished chairs were sitting in our garage taking up space that should have been occupied by a car (or some obscenely amazing outdoor gear). Thanks to some help from my Dad, and several weekends of painting later this isn’t the case anymore.
What would have taken a normal craftsman a weekend managed to take me about 3 months, but they’re finished. A pessimist might point out that it’s just in time for the rainy season, but I’m choosing to ignore that. I’m actually reasonably happy with them, and glad to have the garage back. One of these days the rain storms will hold off, and I’ll enjoy an outdoor fire while sitting in the new chairs. So what if it’s May by the time it happens.
I love this time of year when all the leaves on the trees begin to make their descent to the ground. The colors are magnificent. Looking out our windows our yard is filled with rich copper colors and deep tones. We’ve got one tree that looks like somebody lost their hairpiece and another that went from such a bright green to red I’m wondering if somebody came and changed out the tree in the middle of the night.I know in a short time our trees will no longer boast these brilliant colors, but right now I celebrate their transition.
We have had a day. A DAY, I tell you. Turned out our garbage disposal decided to break and work with the dishwasher to flood our kitchen and spew bile-like water in our sink.
Disgusting.
Really disgusting.
I might have mentioned before that I don’t pride myself on being super handy, but today I helped install a spankin’ new disposal. I also made delicious Chex Party Mix using Pioneer Woman’s recipe for a super fun football party we were planning on attending. We didn’t go because we were combating chopped up food and weird smells.
It was sad.
Really sad.
Now Barry and I are busy eating as much Chex Mix as our bellies will handle while rehashing our electrical melt down and disheveled kitchen.
We’re glad today is over.
Really glad.
Flip came down and gave our wall a final touch up.
He soaked the rocks with a special acid wash recipe.
It is hard to imagine, but our wall looks even more beautiful now. Yippie!
The other day I was sweeping the floor and got it into my brain that our front room needed to be moved around. Now it just feels awkward, but I’m not ready to push and shove things back into their original places. Change is good, right?
Right about where Sydney is in the above photo is almost exactly where the awkwardness begins. That space needs a little something-something. Maybe the whole rug needs a little loving, come to think of it.
I moved the shelf that my dad made us next to the fireplace and one of our comfy chairs to attempt to create a reading nook. It is difficult to get any reading done because….
Sydney thinks it is her designated look-out spot. No worries, there are plenty other awkward other places to sit in this room.
Coming down the hallway from the bedroom this is what you see. The fireplace is blocked with the other huge chair mostly because the fireplace is not centered. Oh, the awkwardness!!! I’m all for sitting by a fire to get cozy, but this moves into the realm of being a fire hog.
Looking at the room from our ‘dining room’ it doesn’t feel so awkward, but it certainly doesn’t come together and feel cozy. What to do?
Before I move everything back to how it was, Sydney wants to spend some quality time in the awkward area. She embraces the awkward. Maybe I need to work on that.
We have an old bench that was getting swallowed by some weeds in our backyard. Barry rescued it and we attempted to make it look a little more inviting.
This involved sanding, sanding, sanding, sanding. We used steel wool and I have to admit, I do not like the texture of steel wool. So, I wore the one latex glove we happened to have.
When I took my glove off and did a bit of sanding, I got some awful steel wool bits wedged into my skin. Like I said, I’m not a fan of that texture. I’d like to know who is.
After a bit of paint, the bench looks more inviting, in my steel-wool-hatin’ opinion.
Me:Knock, knock.
You: Who’s there?
Me: Lettuce
You: Lettuce who?
Me: Let us in, we’re freezing!
Ha, ha, ha, ha!!! Remember that joke? I loved it as a kid and now that I’ve actually got lettuce growing in our gardern, I’m sure Barry’s going to love hearinig with increased frequency.
I wish I had a knock knock joke to go with this picture of our new location for Blueberry Grove. Isn’t it delightful? I think we need a sign to alert our guests to Blueberry Grove. I just like the name Blueberry Grove.
This is a picture of our resident cowboy. I’ve always wanted my very own cowboy and now I’ve got one that lives in my garden. He’s everything I’ve always wanted in a cowboy….whatever that means.
Sydney isn’t really sure what to think about the new lettuce, location of Blueberry Grove and the mini HB cowboy. As far as she can tell, the blueberries are no longer accessable to her lying down and that is just about enough to make one little Pug angry.
Maybe I’ll tell her a knock knock joke that I know.
Will the HBaby be a BOY or a GIRL?
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