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Showing posts with label slavin' away. Show all posts
Showing posts with label slavin' away. Show all posts
Saturday, October 24, 2009
Friday, April 24, 2009
A day off! A day off!
Oh glorious, glorious day off, you are so lovely, I could just pet you, over and over and over again.
A day off in the middle of the week only typically occurs when I work the weekend before or weekend after said day, so I will of course be completely miserable this time tomorrow, but we'll just take it one day at a time.
Today, it's the "Day Off" song.
I'm meeting my very pregnant friend and bridesmaid, Julie, who I think is secretly plotting ways to motivate that daughter of hers to come meet the world, starting with a panic-stricken Aunt Wendy. If that doesn't work out, then we're just going to stop by Target and have lunch together.
Then I'm meeting Scott's mom for a cup of coffee, maybe a dessert and some chit-chat. I put together a little "thinking of you"/early Mother's Day gift that I'm anticipating many tears upon opening.
Notice what's NOT on my food-revolving schedule??
Chores/cleaning
Work-related/computer-related items.
I need a time-out -- with my future mother-in-law, good food, a great friend and maybe even a newborn. :-)
A day off in the middle of the week only typically occurs when I work the weekend before or weekend after said day, so I will of course be completely miserable this time tomorrow, but we'll just take it one day at a time.
Today, it's the "Day Off" song.
I'm meeting my very pregnant friend and bridesmaid, Julie, who I think is secretly plotting ways to motivate that daughter of hers to come meet the world, starting with a panic-stricken Aunt Wendy. If that doesn't work out, then we're just going to stop by Target and have lunch together.
Then I'm meeting Scott's mom for a cup of coffee, maybe a dessert and some chit-chat. I put together a little "thinking of you"/early Mother's Day gift that I'm anticipating many tears upon opening.
Notice what's NOT on my food-revolving schedule??
Chores/cleaning
Work-related/computer-related items.
I need a time-out -- with my future mother-in-law, good food, a great friend and maybe even a newborn. :-)
Sunday, April 19, 2009
Heigh-ho, heigh-ho...
We've been house-fixin-uppin' fools these past couple of weeks.
When we impulsively put a bid on what would become our home last year after a 10-minute walk-through late at night, we were so enamored with the retro kitchen, cute little built-ins and other charming characteristics of our 1920s home that somehow, amidst all that excitement and anticipation, we failed to notice that approximately 70 years' worth of dust, dirt, dead and dying trees, moss, never-dying ivy and, oh yeah, CRAP that lined our basement, garage, yard and tennis court.
We've dealt with most of it this month.
Take that, Bird Tree.
Ha-ha, 20-foot section of shrubbery.
Oh my GOD what is THAT crawly thing on the front porch. SMACK!
You're history, collection of dust pans and radiator covers.
Hasta la vista, whatever-you-are that we can't identify in a corner of the basement.
We've been really fortunate that our friend Ben has been slaving away on our behalf, too. We're so lucky to have a friend like that.
We've had some good laughs, too, watching videos our neighbor kids took on the video camera that I used as a distraction when they grew tired of bringing branches and leaves to the burn pile. The videos caused a bit of seasickness at times from odd camera angles, but at least they were well-narrated.
8-year-old-girl: "Scott is pulling a branch... Ben is filling a cart... Wendy is sweeping. :: 10 minutes later:: Wendy is sweeping. Scott is pulling something in the cart. Wendy is still sweeping. I don't know where Ben went."
Tonight might have been the icing on the cake. Moments away from near-completion of Scott's 'Man Room,' AKA the rec/TV room in the basement, the Shop-Vac filter was clogged. Scott went outside to spew its contents and apparently didn't put the filter on correctly. (Hey, we had been working about 10 hours at this point.) He came back downstairs, turned it out and... the machine spit 70 years' worth of dust all over me.
Despite the mess, we all fell over in a fit of uncontrollable laughter.
And a few minutes later, we were able to stand back, admire our hard work coming to fruition, and thank our lucky stars that we're finally running out of major projects.
For now.
When we impulsively put a bid on what would become our home last year after a 10-minute walk-through late at night, we were so enamored with the retro kitchen, cute little built-ins and other charming characteristics of our 1920s home that somehow, amidst all that excitement and anticipation, we failed to notice that approximately 70 years' worth of dust, dirt, dead and dying trees, moss, never-dying ivy and, oh yeah, CRAP that lined our basement, garage, yard and tennis court.
We've dealt with most of it this month.
Take that, Bird Tree.
Ha-ha, 20-foot section of shrubbery.
Oh my GOD what is THAT crawly thing on the front porch. SMACK!
You're history, collection of dust pans and radiator covers.
Hasta la vista, whatever-you-are that we can't identify in a corner of the basement.
We've been really fortunate that our friend Ben has been slaving away on our behalf, too. We're so lucky to have a friend like that.
We've had some good laughs, too, watching videos our neighbor kids took on the video camera that I used as a distraction when they grew tired of bringing branches and leaves to the burn pile. The videos caused a bit of seasickness at times from odd camera angles, but at least they were well-narrated.
8-year-old-girl: "Scott is pulling a branch... Ben is filling a cart... Wendy is sweeping. :: 10 minutes later:: Wendy is sweeping. Scott is pulling something in the cart. Wendy is still sweeping. I don't know where Ben went."
Tonight might have been the icing on the cake. Moments away from near-completion of Scott's 'Man Room,' AKA the rec/TV room in the basement, the Shop-Vac filter was clogged. Scott went outside to spew its contents and apparently didn't put the filter on correctly. (Hey, we had been working about 10 hours at this point.) He came back downstairs, turned it out and... the machine spit 70 years' worth of dust all over me.
Despite the mess, we all fell over in a fit of uncontrollable laughter.
And a few minutes later, we were able to stand back, admire our hard work coming to fruition, and thank our lucky stars that we're finally running out of major projects.
For now.
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