Monday, March 31, 2008
Sunday, March 30, 2008
Did you all have fun flitting around like a birdie today? Yes? Why do I ask? Because I finish all the little tiny detail painting in the kitchen that I didn't tell you I hadn't finished. I made Clay come check just in case I missed a spot and we concurred....it's done!
Saturday, March 29, 2008
the world will stop spinning and we will all float up into the air and fly around like little birdies.
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
Monday, March 24, 2008
Why is it so hard to get my kids to play outside today? It's a tad windy, but the temps are in the high 50's.
Friday, March 21, 2008
Before, the kitchen was full of fruit and I don't mean the edible kind.
Now, it's full of light and if I painted a pink stripe around the room, by golly, it would look like an Easter egg. Ahem, please take note, my kitchen is clean.
I had about two minutes 53 seconds of clean kitchen and then my children entered the room.
Now, what about the dining room? Do you think the can of Bondo and the scrapers and putty knife and drywall compound will get in the way when I'm putting Easter dinner on the buffet?
Thursday, March 20, 2008
Goodbye cherries, you were sweet and juicy, but you just didn't say Old Farmhouse to me. So...away you go.
Are these pictures blurry? I think they are, but it's hard to take good pictures when you have chicken-claw hand from holding a paint brush for eight hours.
Next up, get rid of the strange crisscross tile back splash. Did I hear someone ask about the dining room walls? What dining room? Huh?
Well, how about I paint over them in a moment of madness starting after dinner and proceeding into the next morning?This photo may or may not have been taken at 3am, I can't really remember, where's my coffee?
My Dad is here and when he saw me start slopping out the paint without taping or putting down drop cloths he bit his tongue and tried not to have a heart attack.
I'm a very good painter.....most of the spills go directly on me and my clothes, these jeans didn't have paint on them before dinner.
I woke up this morning to see this. Good Lord. When will the clean-up crew be here? What? They were never called?! I have to clean it up? No, no, no my contract clearly states.....demolition only.
Fine, I'll clean it up. This is going to require a lot of coffee......where's my coffee cup?
Sunday, March 16, 2008
And this is a picture after I took down the border. I cluttered up the counter so you all don't think I'm as perfect as I am, I mean ya' know? This blog is all about making you feel better about yourself via my downfalls. That big lump of stuff in the plastic bag is my leftover Clay, um, I mean clay from pottery. I think it looks real nice as the center piece on the counter. Don't you?
Saturday, March 15, 2008
Thursday, March 13, 2008
you've got to stop doing this.
Check out this chick. Looky what's not on the photo...look closely, no date! Yeah, uh-huh, that's right, can I get a 'You Rock April'? (so what if Clay grabbed my camera and fixed it, I was still in the room) And how about that scarf? Huh? Yeah, my daughter said, "Why are you wearing that? Are you going to where that out of the house?" followed by a lot of sighing and eye rolling. She has issues with having such a cool mom.
Monday, March 10, 2008
I've been waiting for a contractor to 'stop by this week' for about five months now. So we took the repair in our own hands, which is what we usually do. But, now we are at the point where Clay is telling me all the expensive new tools he's going to have to purchase to do the job and I'm saying, "But, but, but....".
From past experience I know that this phase of the renovation will last at least four months. So we have some time to look at that gaping hole in the wall and decide how the heckle-jo-jeckle we're going to replace the ridge beam that was used for the termites last dinner party.
Sunday, March 09, 2008
We got baby chicks this weekend.
Friday, March 07, 2008
Remember that thing called summer? Anyone? Anyone? I've got a serious beef with Mother Nature today. Apparently she's decided to take a long holiday to the tropics and leave us Heartlanders shuddering in the wake of winter's grip.
Clay built raised bed out of the abundance of felled trees on the property. Then I filled the beds with cow poop, top soil and peat moss. The plants loved it.
I did the 'taters in a trash can' idea that I read about on Crunchalota's blog.
This wasn't taken last summer, but it's green and my baby actually looks like a baby. And I'm hoping he didn't eat that wormy apple, but he probably did. We have a mini orchard here in Kansas. I haven't been able to identify all the trees. It will be a lovely surprise when the fruit starts to form. I believe we have several apple, a couple cherry, several peach and a couple pear. But, we'll see for certain......if summer ever gets here.
Oh, this was the day I was reverting back to my 'Granola' days. Shouldn't every woman wear a long sundress and flip flops to work in the garden? Yes, I think sometimes it's a must.
How about the day Levi found my bright pink nail polish? At first glance I thought he was bleeding. Then I noticed he wasn't crying. He spilled nail polish all over the carpet in my bedroom.
He got to sit in this chair and watch me clean it up. He wasn't too happy. I wasn't too happy. What makes me happy about his picture? He doesn't wear a diaper anymore! See, there's a happy story behind every tragedy.
This is one of my favorite photos from last summer. My dad came for a visit on his way through to Virginia to ride his bicycle in Bike Across Virginia. We went to Shakespeare in the Park. It was a lovely summer evening. There is something so sweet about an old guy holding a little guy's hand.
Now, come on spring, rear your head! I'm done with winter! I'm sick of coats and boots! Mother Nature get your butt back here!
Thursday, March 06, 2008
My husband loves to annoy me. He relishes watching my frustrations mount. He laughs when I throw myself at him swinging my fists to inflict pain on his body.
Wednesday, March 05, 2008
1. I've been told to explain to you, again, that I have no desire to learn how to use electronic gadgetry.