Almost there….

Ok…the actual remodel is complete…..

What’s the holdup on the reveal pics you ask??

I can’t friggin decide where to hang the accessories….

I can’t possibly hang everything right back where it was….Pishaw.

That’s just craziness….


I have a couple new crafty things I’m working on to incorporate into my existing collection of geegaws, chachkes & assorted adornments….

I swear it’ll be done by the end of the weekend. I think…





Here’s a conversation that happened a few weeks ago:

Hubs: Whatcha want for Valentines Day?

Me: Lots of Paint.

Hubs: Whatcha want for our Anniversary?

Me: Tile for the back splash.

Here’s how well he listens to me:

  1. For Valentines Day I got paint….and a new Wusthoff knife.
  2. For our Anniversary (today)  I got a Kindle Fire HD (which I requested for my Birthday in July)

Imagine my surprise when I got up at the butt crack of dawn this morning and found a card and the Kindle in my chair…sneaky little sucker!

I fussed at him (just a little, and not seriously) about it and reminded him about the tile. He replied:

Hubs: You can have tile for your birthday!

Me: Does that mean I have to wait until July for my back splash?

Hubs: Nope!

Me: I kinda love you a lot…

Hubs: 🙂

Thanks for 13 Amazing Years Babe! You just keep spoiling me and I’ll keep doing that thing you like!

(Baking! Gutter minds….)

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Waving the white flag of surrender over here…

It’s white because it has paint all over it, much like me….

I’s all poop-ded out…

Still have a loooooong way to go…

But hey, the steeenkin trim is finished!

Hubs got the crown molding installed on the tops of the cabinets, and all of the chair rail cut and painted. He’s poop-ded too….(he’s also declared crown molding is the devil and vows never, EVER to work with it again. Ever)

I think we both agreed as we laid in bed comparing aches and pains that we’re not redecorating again unless we win the lotto and can hire someone else to do the work….

Let day 3 begin…


PS. The crown molding looks fabulous and he has two 8 foot pieces left over. Betcha if I wait a few months and then play my cards right I can get him to make me some floating shelves out of it  🙂  Mwah ha ha!



Paint is my life…

My cuticles will never be paint free again. EVER.

All nails/wall anchors/various and sunder picture hanging apparatuses have been removed from my upstairs space and the resulting holes filled with hole-filling gunk. Y’all have no idea….


This is a 2×3 foot section of my dining room wall. I’m not really a “measure and work out picture placement” kind of girl. I’m more of a “nope, too low. Needs to go a little to the right. Ooops my bad” kind.










Lots of holes….

I forgot to take “before” pics until after I had taken everything down and the place was pretty much in a state of disarray but hey, at least I remembered before the job was completed. I’m improving! Kindly ignore said disarray and general state of chaos….


See the new paint samples on the walls? By majority vote, the 3rd from the left is our winner….


After removing 2 floating shelves, I had to call Hubs and ask him why the hell there were paint stirring sticks stuck to the wall behind the shelves…he said they were shims. Like that answer cleared up anything for me….


The Electric Magic Mixer tin sign on the side of the fridge says  “Why beat it by hand?”….that’s how I roll. Buh Bye boring oak!


The TV is hiding the stair rail. The one with the 9000 stupid spindles. Y’all know I hate painting spindles…*sigh*


I asked Peanut one day if she could be good and watch Sesame Street while I painted trim above her reach….

That look says "Heh Heh. Sure thing. You go right ahead and get on that step ladder Gram. I'm taking it as a NO.

That look says “Heh Heh. Sure thing. You go right ahead and get on that step ladder Gram.”  I’m taking it as a NO.













So I’m painting trim while she naps!

She and I had a play date at her new Babysitters house yesterday, to let Peanut get acquainted with the 2 other little girls there before she starts going there full time next week. I stayed so she wouldn’t be scared, she barely looked at me the whole time because she was too busy stealing the 3 year old’s cookies (oops) and hugging and tickling the 9 month old! Grammy who??


PS. It’s hard to get paint out of hair. I’m just sayin’….

I’d prefer the bunnies…

Vicious attacking bunnies y’all!!!

In Denver.

I found this article while not sleeping at 4 a.m….Bunnies attacking was the headline that caught my attention (who could ignore at hook like that??)

Apparently the bunnies are eating cars parked at the airport. OK….they’re not eating  whole cars, that would just be silly. (little furry  2 pound Peter Cottontails < 4500 pound Buick . Come on…)  But they are eating spark plug wires. Wouldn’t that piss you off to get home after a long stressful trip to visit the in-laws only to find your car won’t start cuz bunnies ate a crucial component??

However, I’ll take my chances with the Leporidae (scientific name for bunnies. See? Gram is educational reading) as opposed to some of the solutions chosen to deter the little hoppity hops; one being building perches to encourage hawks and eagles to lurk about waiting for a meal. (Like walking around an airport parking lot trying to remember where the hell you parked your car isn’t bad enough but now you gotta keep a look out for dive bombing predatory birds? Pass. **shudder**) and the other being the helpful suggestion to coat your car’s wiring etc with fox urine (Let me repeat that… urine) that they say you can purchase at hunting stores. I’m glad they clarified that cuz visions of myself chasing a fox around the woods with a urine sample cup in my hand screaming “Stop! Wait!! Oh come on…I just need a little…I gotta go to Seattle!” immediately popped into my head… I guess you’re supposed to carry a bottle of it around with you and give all the stuff under the hood a good dousing before you head in to catch your flight. And trying not to get any on your shoes….Ew.

Hello?? Which would you prefer?

Hello?? Which would you prefer to have chasing you?

Lesson to be learned here: Avoid the Denver International Airport. We already know it’s an asshat anyway….


PS….The painting in Hubs den is 99.99999% finished. Wall, trim all painted except for that little corner under the built-in desk where the massive tangle of cords/cables/dust bunnies resides. I’m not going in there….nope, not happening! Hubs my darling, the love of my life, that’s all you Buddy!

🙂  🙂