If I catch a 9:00am flight, I can be there in time. Set a place for me. I’ll bring the wine <g>
Contagious, isn’t it?
Just to do the family room floor has multiplied into new baseboard moldings, re-painting the walls, new window treatments, new phone jacks, a rug to put by the door to catch some of the mud from furry feet, and even ditsy little things like 99¢ for a pack of stick-on felt circles for the speaker stands, replacing the carpet spikes that were on them.
And yes, we have grand plans to blow out the kitchen - pushing it into the family room about a foot, breaking out into the empty rafter space above to make a dramatic cathedral ceiling and skylight and possibly extending the exterior wall a bit
Before the kitchen, will be the bathrooms. I’ve got three new toilets that must be installed within the next two weeks, and want to replace the floor tiles (vinyl) in at least one of them before the differently-shaped toilets go in. Plus replace the ugly hotel-style vanity cabinets and 3x4 foot plate mirrors with pedestal sinks and much smaller mirrors. And paint the walls, and who knows? Might need new towels to match the walls… I need to find a Remodelers Anonymous meeting.
in my MMP next week, I’ll tell you about my mom’s remodellnig project back in '70
Yikes. What sort of damage did they do? Bust out a load-bearing wall? Drive their truck into the corner of your garage? Only damage I did was coat the garage with greenish powder from cutting the flooring, plus the damage to my bank account for buying the stuff.
As for the excess charges, they probably work on a “book rate” similar to what auto mechanics do. If your floor is 12½ x 15¼ feet, they say it’s not 191 square feet, but rather 191 divided by the number of square feet in a box of flooring, plus 15% for trimming, rounded up to the next full box, probably 11 boxes. And charge you labor for those 11 boxes. <shrug> At least it’s not carpet. For this hypothetical floor, you’d be buying two 16 foot-long sections of carpet as the stuff is usually 12 feet wide, and you’ll wind up with a carpeted floor and an 11x16 foot leftover.
This ought to be interesting. I’m envisioning avacodo, burnt orange, and gold. These were “the” colors for that time period.
My parents bought a house in 1972 that had been built just a few years before. The counters were a deep orange, the cupboards were a very dark kinda walnut color, the kitchen and dining room floor were a like a yellowey-gold vinyl flooring,the living room and main hallway was a red shag, my sister’s room was a lime green shag, my room was a red shag, and the parents’ room was a gold shag carpeting. Blech! Unfortunately, my parents divorced not long after the house was purchased, and my mother still has all that in her house. She has never really been able to afford a remodel. Hell, she still has the same couch she bought in 1970. It’s a kinda greenish, olivey, avacodo color. It has a matching chair. It is tres ugly.
[QUOTE=swampbearLook, I’m from the south. The home of deep fried just about anything. Deep fried fart blossoms sounds just gross![/QUOTE]
To be a little less disgusting, I think my fave-oh-rite deep fried thing is dill pickles. Something I acquired a taste for in Jawjuh, BTW
Not a peep.
I want the recipe too. Now I have a hankerin’ for fried chicken.
Poo. I am not going to the trouble of making fried chicken. I bet it’s the heat of the oil…
We are still planning on doing the kitchen–I need to get accepted to grad school first. And we need to take our trip to UK and Paris, then when we get back, we look into the kitchen.
Still waiting to hear from the nasty designer (not). I thought I’d go with Home Despot, but maybe not, now that I hear that story…
Am feeling sanctimonous–just worked out for the first time since before Christmas.
Still raining–TURN TO SNOW, DAMMIT!
Off for the weekend with the inlaws, including my Future SIL whom I do not like. Please send anti-murdering rays. Mr. Lissar says if I lunge for her neck he’s not stopping me. He doesn’t like her either.
I’ve got the most stupidly intimidatingly over-intellectual combination of books packed. I don’t know if it’s being neurotic and wanting to look literary or what. Flannery O’Connor’s complete stories, Natascha by Bezmogis (sp?), The Rattle Bag, the totally awesome poetry collection edited by Seamus Heaney and Ted Hughes (It has the poem about wooing a woman with potatoes!), and a series of essays on Narnia.
I tend to overpack books, but we’re only there till Sunday. This is ridiculous.
Deep fried brussel sprouts are gross, and I hope the move goes well. Love you all and see you on Monday.
P.S. We have highspeed! It’s so exciting! The Straight Dope probably won’t crash any more!
I like snow better, too. I like winter.
Bye Lissla! Y’all have fun. See ya Monday.
The secret to good fried chicken is indeed the heat of the oil. And patience.
Swampfried Chicken:
You will need:
Chicken (DUH!)
Flour
Salt
Pepper
A bowl or a big bag
A frying pan
A stove
or you may use an electric frying pan
Oil
Paper Towels
Patience
I salt and pepper the chicken, cover it and let it sit for a couple of hours in the fridge. You can do this in a bowl, pyrex type dish, big plastic baggie, whatever.
Then I flour the chicken. How much flour? Enough. I just throw some in a big gallon sized ziplock baggie thing and put a few pieces of chicken in and shake the bag to coat. Zip the baggie shut first of course. Unless you like flour all over your kitchen.
Here’s the thing. You want the oil to get hot but not too hot. What I do is three to four inches of oil in the pan and let it get hot over medium heat. I actually prefer to use my electric skillet cause it’s got good controls on it. Fry three or four pieces of chicken at a time. Turn it when it starts looking brown. Do this every few minutes. Drain well on paper towels.
Stand there with the chicken while it’s cooking so you don’t over do it. It takes time but it is soooooo goooooood. And there ain’t nuttin’ to it!
Tomorrow I’m frying some boneless chicken breasties and some laigs. I might take a pack of thighs out of the freezer to defrost tonight as well, cause I likes me some fried chicken thighs.
Holy Unexplained Phenomenom!
I was thinking of Us Cool Kids and all as I took a shower after working out. I was chuckling about the candles and so lit the white one in the bathroom and wished (again) for snow.
Um, it’s snowing out there, folks–big white flakes of it…
:eek:
Behold what the Power of Candles has Wrought!
The essays on Narnia sounds good. There’s enough sheer wordage here to keep you busy all weekend–or is that the plan so that you don’t have to talk to her, ever?
I wish my husband said stuff like yours. When I say “so and so makes me tired with her (fill in the blank) nonsense”, I get a rebuke of “she is fine and you are too judgemental”.
Yes, he needs killing, but divorce gets me more money.
I forgot to mention that additional plans for tomorrow also include going to some other friends’ house and watching the Seahawks vs. Foreskins game. Neither the hubby or I are really interested in watching, but…they’re huge fans and want us to come over.
Frankly, I don’t think the Seaslugs stand a chance in hell of making it to the the Superbowl, much less winning it. They’re like most every other Seattle team, they choke in the end.
Am I a cynic? Nah, I’m just a realist.
So, football in the afternoon, followed by dinner at 7:00 with different friends at a restaurant, possibly followed by going to the Emerald Queen (a casino) with said friends.
I think I have a sinus infection. I thought I’ve been fighting a cold all this time, but it shouldn’t hang on like this. I’ve only ever had one sinus infection my entire life. The colors of the mucus look…wrong; so I’ll give it the weekend, and if it hasn’t cleared up by then, I’ll call the doc and make and appointment. Did I mention I hate going to the doctor?
Still raining here, still flooding, still dreary.
I need some sunshine so my outlook will improve.
Which, if you recall from my “Before” photos, made up a large part of the decor of my place. Thankfully, that memory is fading.
We’re going to start on the bedrooms soon. First up is the smallest room - a coat of paint and a ceiling fan, and new curtains. Easy-peasy. Next will be the middle room - new closet, paint, new ceiling fan, new curtains. Not as peasy, but still fairly easy. Finally, the master - removing 45 gawd-awful gold-veined mirrored tiles, removing an ugly border, painting, new curtains, and new carpet. In fact, when we get to the master, we may go ahead and recarpet all 3 bedrooms. The green, red, and gold sculptured high/low floor coverings (respectively) are pretty bad. And it shouldn’t be all that expensive, right?
I got 59 minutes today, so I’m home early. I’ve got a load of towels in the wash, and I gave the cat some fresh(er) catnip. Part of our 3-day weekend will be spent working in the basement, plus I’m going to finish the family room curtains. We’ll figure out the rest as we go along.
I now want muffins. Sans sprouts or any other unnatural vegetable matter. Peach muffins would be good. Or my MIL’s raisin bran muffins. Yummmmmm.
Anyway, TGIF!
Their contractors installed my mom’s granite counters. They did a horrible job. My mom doesn’t tolerate horrible jobs - she’s one mean mama! They had to replace (I think) 2 of the large counter surfaces and at least one backsplash. Since she paid with a credit card, she held the payment hostage till they did the job to her satisfaction. Not to say that’s typical of HD, but I know I’m not inclined to use them.
You guys with your rain!! We are under RED FLAG warnings. A burn ban is in effect across Texas (and other places.) We are so behind in rain, and y’all are hogging it all! Though, we are supposed to get a little <snerk> Monday.
Anybody having a bad Friday the Thirteenth? Not me, just askin’. I’m not very superstitious.
Just thought I’d tell y’all it’s starting to rain here. Also thundering in the distance. I predict all kinds of ick anytime now.
Arrrggghhh!!!
(But it is absolutely clear blue sky beautiful here… 64 degrees and breezy…)
It’s sunny and low 60s here right now. In January?? I’m loving it! If it was a few degrees warmer, I’d open the windows.
Rain tomorrow, I think, but today is good.