Saturday, September 12, 2009

Summertime...and the livin' is easy...

Well. Okay. Not for us! It's been crazy as heck.

My sister got engaged at the beginning of summer and I was the photographer/ invitation maker/ hairstylist/ maid of honor so we spent a bit of time preparing for that and then she moved up the date a month so then it got really crazy.



We have all of our birthdays in the summer with the exception of Doug's in February. Evie in July, Hylton and I in August, and Sterling in September. (Who planned this anyway?!)
Evie wanted a Hello Kitty party and we obliged. Earlier in the year our ward had a service auction and I won the services of a great confectioner, so she made Evie an awesome Hello Kitty Cake! We also went to the park and had a whole to-do with her friends.



For Hylton we kept it simple. Just cake and family.



I'm a bit birthday-ed out, so I have procrastinated doing something for Sterling's birthday (which is tomorrow). At this rate he may be lucky to get presents. Although I know he wants a pirate party, so we'll see...

We had our family campout at Honeyman's. It was a great campground with lots of vegetation (if you recall our last campout, you'll know why this was such a hit!). The only flaw (for me) was that I thought it was right on the beach when really it was right on a bazillion acres of sand dunes! We hiked up three steep sand dunes expecting to see the surf only to discover an entire panorama of sand, sand, and more sand! So, we never actually saw the beach while we were down there and it rained torrential down-poured one whole day, but we still had fun.







I also took it upon myself to buy Doug a shotgun since he has been wanting one for SO LONG! I bought it before this camping trip thinking that we could shoot it, but when we drove out of town to shoot it, we couldn't find anywhere and ran into a few groups of bow hunters (it being the very first day of bow hunting) so we decided not to tick them off and left. So we finally got to shoot it this week (two weeks later).




And my brother let me shoot his .40 which I preferred since it didn't give me bruises and I was actually able to hit the target occasionally.



Meanwhile, we decided since things weren't quite busy enough for us, we should buy a HOUSE! Not just any house, but one that will require work from now 'til doomsday. Lucky for us, the seller is making several repairs. We drive by everyday to check the progress and today we went in with our Realtor to look it over. Frankly, they are doing crummy work, but when a contractor makes a bid that cheap for so much work, you gotta know how it's gonna come out. In any case, if it passes muster with the appraiser we may close a bit earlier than expected.


New Roof


More attic ventilation


Doug checking things out with the inspector


Like my mint-green master bedroom?


The kitchen. Hmph.


And what do you think about my tavern doors here?

Thursday, August 6, 2009

Projet Du Jour

I have been systematically spray painting black on anything I can get my hands on. First it was old portrait frames that used to hang in my grandparents' house before they passed away.



Then it was the curio from aforementioned estate.



Today it was my dining table and chairs.
We bought it for $50 on Craigslist so I figured I couldn't lose.
(Before)

(After)

I have been unequivocally happy with the results. I'm beginning to wonder if black semi-flat on Doug would be an improvement... Hmmm....

Speaking of projects: I decided long ago that I was NOT a sewer (the needle-and-thread sewer, not underground-conduit-for-fecal-matter sewer)! I was completely content to leave that to other more capable family members. However, I have this problem. I get an idea of how I want something to be and then I can't find it (and if it's out there, I can FIND IT!!) and then I get frustrated (I have a hard time settling). So I began borrowing my mother's sewing machine occasionally here and there, then more frequently, and now since Christmas it has been a permanent resident. I'm sure my mother is thrilled. So I talked Doug into getting me an early birthday gift and here it is:
TA DA!!


Never thought I'd be so excited about a sewing machine! But this is no ordinary sewing machine- it also does embroidery- YAY! It's now set up somewhat permanently in the living room which I'm sure Doug LOVES!
...It's so beautiful... Sometimes I like to just sit and pet it....

And speaking of OTHER projects, here is our latest:
We are in the process of buying this house. It needs lots and lots of work since nothing has been done since it was built, but it is in such a terrific neighborhood and has great bones!!!
It's perfect for us! Though I'm pretty sure our fantastic Realtor thinks we're nutcases.
Today-
Her (in a sympathetic tone): Are you having seconds thoughts after looking around again (since your floor is rotted through and your roof might collapse)?
Me: No! I'm so excited!! I just found a well!!!!



Built in 1966 and still groovin' to the same tune!
BUT, there are hardwoods under that teal monstrosity!



Cast iron tub so the kiddos' water stays warmer longer!




Wow.
I don't want to know what the bucket is for.



Sign says 1961 Rambler, stored for 40 years, $2600 OBO. (Not included)



MY HUGE backyard!
Otherwise known as:
Send-the-kids-outside-to-burn-off-their-defiance/violence/sugar-high/destructiveness play area.





Friday, July 17, 2009

Evany




Independent
Loving
Sensitive
Temperamental
Opinionated
Tender
Precocious
Intelligent
Strong
Adorable
My 3-year-old




She wanted a bike more than anything for her birthday. She also wanted polka dots on her bedroom wall just like Jazlyn's (who's room she saw and loved). She jumped up and down with joy when she saw her room and then ecstatically said "thank you!" (all politeness). The bike was definitely a hit, though somewhat marred by the realization that she would have to work the pedals by herself since I refused to push her around the kitchen after the first few minutes. We had words, and then she refused to take any more pictures. She is definitely her own tiny person; even at 3. I am afraid for 13.