Congrats, Rue. And I agree that no home renovation project is ever completed as planned. I don’t care how easy it looks when the This Old House gang does it, you just know they send Kevin the MonkeyBoy out for more parts or plaster or something, and just edit it out so it doesn’t show up in the 10 minutes that ends up being broadcast. “I got it on the truck” my butt.
By the way, you didn’t soundproof the shower, did you? I’ve been told that the shower of the house we’re moving into needs soundproofed (not sound proofed.)(We’re not actually doing this again this week, are we?) That’s not something I think I know how to do. I mean, my singing isn’t that bad.
And we’re going to try to get those guys from New England to come down and help us put in pocket doors between the kitchen and the foyer. Sounds like something I need to be out of town for when it starts, to be honest. But she wants it that way, so who am I to say no? I hope I get to make one or two choices, though, before we’re done making changes to the place.
The first thing I thought of when I read it was Swampbear’s regular references (sans details) to his social life with ACBG and whether the reality was as tame as Seth and Mark’s planned night out.
My best friend and I have something of a routine:
Arrive around 10:30, park in the pay lot, 'cause we hate that hill.
Straight to Matty’s Grove for the first drink of the day.
Wander around to see what’s new, who we know, what we want to target for later.
More drinking.
Sit in the shade for a bit and make unladylike comments about men in tight pants.
Buy some stuff.
Drink some more.
Sit down again, preferably right on Nottingham Rock, where the Sheriff’s men have to hide for a bit until their entrance.
Flirt with Sherrif’s men.
Little more drinking.
Little more buying.
Trip to Royal Privies, maybe with a side-trip to the Mists of Avalon.
Complain about heat.
Get into war of innuendo with pickle vendor.
One more trip to the pub.
I am suffering very badly tonight from sunburn across my stomach, hips and left butt cheek.
We went through an entire beach holiday in England without so much as a prickle of sunburn (not difficult when it rains most days and you need fleeces every time the sun goes in - but it was still fun!) and then last night we arrived home to hot, hot summer Japan.
Slept last night with the window wide open, and woke up this morning at 10am with raging sunburn where my t-shirt had ridden up during the night! Ow! Ow!
If you add a comma in there somwhere, a <snerk> just might be appropriate.
I spent most of the day on Saturday scrubbing mold of a bathroom wall. Lotsa (Lot-sa? Lots-a? How about whole lotta? Whole-latta? Whole lotsa? Stupid spell check doesn’t like any of the words I make up.) fun there.
Hey guys, I’m back from vacation (you missed me, right???). The only thing I have to say about bathrooms is that when I’m on vacation, I tend to spend less time in the bathroom than I normally do. Being away from home tends to slow things down, ifyouknowwhatImean.
I’m back to normal now, I’m sure you’re glad to hear.
pant! pant! Here I am. LATE! Sorry, everyone. It’s been a hell of a Monday so far. No rest for the wicked, eh, rue
No bathroom renovations to share but my livingroom is a showplace. Seriously, though, our master bath is next in line for the Anachi touch. It’s seriously in need. I’m serious. Really.
hb, that some serious lily white skin there iffen you can get a sunburn through a winder before 10 a.m. :eek:
I have never been to a ren fair. Was Stimpy there? Heh.
Unless of course you go with the motif I saw once, which was “dark red spongey-things on white paint”, which looked (I swear) exactly how you’d expect if someone had taken a basketball, dunked it in blood, and bounced the bloody basketball against the white wall a bunch of times.
Gives it that “Stephen King decorated Here” look and everything.
I did a pearl over olive faux finish (rag on, no off) in a client’s bath that ended up looking very Italian. Exactly what she wanted too, which was a plus as it meant I got paid. But, I usually wouldn’t reco a faux finish in an entire bathroom as the space limits you and things start to feel crowded.
Sounds like everyone had more eventful weekends than we did. See, we were going to have a pool party, for two other couples & their kids. But then one couple had to cancel because they found out it was his one night per year he has to work on Saturday (no fooling. They were pretty disappointed and everything.) and then the other couple called and said that he’d just got home from work and was the party still on and I said, “the other couple couldn’t make it because he’s gotta work” so they asked if we minded if they just stayed home because it was their first night together that entire week and his wife’s birthday was Wednesday and besides that it was POURING DOWN RAIN and thundering and lightninging and stuff, so it wasn’t really pool-party weather since we didn’t want to electrocute our guests or anything so we didn’t have a pool party after all.
And we have dinner planned for pretty much all week.
Monday: leftovers
Tuesday: leftovers
Wednesday: pizza and leftovers
Thursday: leftovers
Friday: crock-pot chicken & stuffing. (HA! You thought I was going to say “leftovers”, didn’t you? There aren’t THAT many leftovers. We didn’t plan much, just burgers -n-brats and pasta salad.)
So that was our weekend. Hanging around in a freshly cleaned and vacuumed and mopped house, watching it rain. It was kinda enjoyable, actually. Disappointing, but enjoyable.
OH, and we met our new neighbors who bought the house next door. They’re nice.
So, scout, what did you think of Seattle? Did you like it? Did you at least have fun? The weather was nice so you were very lucky. I’m glad to hear you’re all regular, like. I’m the same way as you, as far as regularity goes. If it’s not MY bathroom, well, I just can’t…
I can’t believe the amount of crud I need to catch up here at the office. Well, I can *believe * it, but all the same. I’m hoping to get at least somewhat caught up before the boss wants to see me. He’s been nice so far and hasn’t asked me for anything, so, for now, it’s all cool.
My bathroom is small, but painted a tasteful shade of light purple with white trim. I have some plastic butterflies I inherited from whoever lived there before me (I had the same kind of butterflies on my bedroom wall when I was in high school). No sponge-painting or anything. I’m just glad it’s not a Pepto-Bismol pink nightmare, like so many bathrooms. I just couldn’t live with that. My oven is burnt orange, but I can deal with that.
Sponge-painting, done well, can be really lovely. Most of the time, it’s just plain evil. DogMom’s bloody basketball print is probably more common than good sponge-painting.
I went to a very cool puppet show this weekend. If anyone’s in Chapel Hill and wants to go, it’s at the Forest Theater (see paperhand.org for more info).
My bathroom? No change. Stay tuned for further developments.
Saturday I went on a benefit ride for a 16-year-old boy who had angelman’s syndrome, in a little one horse town in the northern part of the county. Registration was 10 a.m. to 12 p.m., ride left at one. So if I get there about quarter to 12, I will only have an hour to stand out the blazing hot sun. Less actually, since there was food. $10 a bike and all the profits from the food went to help this boy. Good enough. I ate a right-of-the-grill pork tenderloin sandwich, baked beans with little bits of smoked sausage (hot enough to have been cooked upon the surface of the sun), and a piece (alright two pieces) of homemade pineapple upside down cake. Glass of lemonade to wash it down. All four major food groups nicely represented.
So I after I eat I walk around looking at all the bikes, mostly Harleys, there’s an Indian, ooh, a Victory (little tall for my taste). Man, isn’t it one o’clock yet? Actually, it’s 1:20. What gives? I go ask the Guy with the Clipboard™ (there’s always a Guy with a Clipboard™).
MMM&B So, when do we leave?
GWTC We’re waiting on the deputy.
MMM&B Deputy?
GWTC To control traffic.
MMM&B
One car an hour through this little ghost town (ghosttown?) would have been heavy traffic, and they’re waiting on a deputy to come control the traffic.
So I had another sandwich, and another piece of cake (it really was quite good).
The deputy finally showed up around 1:50 (his SUV was the first vehicle of any sort since I asked the Guy with a Clipboard™)
Man, what a day… First day of training class, and it ran long. I arrived at the office just after 6, and left at 4:45. Whew! I’ll be following a similar schedule thru Thursday, and Friday, class is over at noon. It’s gonna be a loooooong week.
Both of our bathrooms need major redoing, but since they’re functional, we’re in no rush. I would like to do the master bath fairly soon, just to replace the little phone-booth size shower with a 60" wide model. Maybe next year. All I did with the bathroom this weekend was scrub the toilet.
My sweetie is back home - yay! Life is good. That’s all I got.
Sleepy. Not working tomorrow. Got fantastic easy chocolate cake recipe from co-worker. I’ll post it if it works out.
Quasi-Daughter and I might make it this evening. I should bake foccaccia for dinner.
Did you know you can get paint with essential oil in it to make it smell nice? And that Pamela Anderson has just written (another) novel?
