Compelled Blogging

I have been completely uninspired about blogging lately; and now Doug says there simply must be an update. Who's blog is this anyway?! So this is me appeasing The Doug...

I can't even think about blogging about Christmas at the moment! So on another day maybe there'll be photos of our freakin' adorable kids on our freakin' awesome Christmas. Today however, it is only the house, the house, the house...

My lack of enthusiasm might have something to do with our kitchen still looking like we haven't done jack:



Only we know how many hours have been spent toiling to make it look like we haven't done jack. Last week I went to a dinner party with some old friends from high school and I mentioned that I felt like I have been doing everything myself lately because Doug doesn't mud, per se, and that's all there really is to do until that's done. He was unduly upset about that, I thought. :) Truly though, the sheetrocking, taping and mudding has been my baby. When he's at work, I put a little mud up and do a little sanding. He saved my bacon on skim-coating the ceiling though. Thanks, Babe- you saved us some chiropractic bills and potentially a carpal tunnel surgery. As of today, the mudding is all done except for another skim-coat on the ceiling. Now we can sand it and put up texture and paint. This is so exciting since everything can get put in once this step is done. The reality hasn't set in yet... It's been three months; I'm kind of used to my ghetto kitchen and eating fast-food everynight and my new dress size.

Here's my lovely new pocket door framing, finally in (oh, the things we get excited about!):


This is the half bath in progress. Notice the pile of blocks stacked up on the floor? That's covering the toilet drain so Hylti doesn't hide stuff down there. We're already missing the rag we used to plug it up initially (we're not talking about that fiasco, hoping it doesn't come back to bite us in the bum later, so to speak...). We're also missing Doug's watch and a couple of toothbrushes...


Incriminating baby prints next to the bathroom:


Hylton has been so helpful, really. Supervising.


Fixing the sheetrock...with a screwdriver...


Mudding.


Also some electrical work. We've had a couple of scares... and some singeing.



Now for the piéce de résistance! I'm pretty sure this is why The Doug wanted me to blog.

You can never have a project without much of it going wrong. We've had our fair share. I don't think I ever blogged about our windows order from a certain orange home improvement center... The chick (yes, chick) who took our order messed up 2/3 of it. At first we thought it was just one window. One day I happened to show my step-dad the window I was so proud of on the side of the house and he says, "It looks too small..."
"Nah..." I say, willing the comment into oblivion since the paperwork is very clear about NO REFUNDS ON CUSTOM ORDERED WINDOWS!
Eventually it got the best of me and I measured only to find that the window was 6" too short, much to my dismay. It took a deal of courage to tell Doug. He couldn't say anything for quite a long time and anyone who knows Doug knows this is really something! Long story short, the manager pulled up our account and saw that we'd been blowing through the cash in his store and was very obeisant about exchanging the window so we wouldn't shop at the blue guys next door (his words). Anyway, disaster averted. So, now, a month and a half later, we decide that Saturday is the day to replace the patio door. Doug spends all day removing siding, the old door, nailing down floorboards, putting up house wrap and finally he and Ben lift the door to put it into place and it is 1/2 inch too wide. It will not go in! Again, Doug too mad to speak. Ben lingered uncomfortably while Doug ate his much belated lunch in fuming silence. Finally Doug told him he could go home since it looked like the door wasn't going in that day and Ben replied with a laugh and a sideways glance at me, "I'm afraid to leave Adrianna here..." Poor Dougie... Anyway, they are going to exchange this door as well, we just have to wait three weeks for the new one to arrive. Meanwhile...

...It's warmer than our patio door was at least...