Showing posts from April, 2017

There's A Wall There.

The last couple of weeks have been chocked full of running around, things piled up in every corner except the corner they're supposed to be in, and general shenanigans.

But on the plus side of things, THE KITCHEN IS DONE. Over budget longer than we wanted, but that's how such things happen. If a renovation project ever ended early and under budget, the world as we know it would end.

Here are a few pictures of the finished product:

Some of the artwork may adjust a bit, but for the most part we are very happy with things as the are right now. The Woo Woo Room, however, is still a complete mess. I'm going to try to work on it for the next week or so, but we've been using it as a catch-all storage area for everything else and we need to empty it out so I can start work on the floor. Sigh. Maybe we'll just keep the door closed for the next six months.

This weekend we also had a birthday party for my Mom, who turned 70. We put the final coat of paint on the new wall at 7…

Water Incursion

While we were on vacation, hard rains and the melting of 30 inches of snow meant our basement took on water. Because that's what's supposed to happen when you go on vacation.

Luckily, our house/pet sitter caught it fairly early on and with the help of one of Best Guy's band mates was able to keep the basement from actually flooding.

We've solved the biggest problem already: wet carpet. That was removed on Tuesday. We didn't realize there was padding underneath; once that's dry they will scrape that up for us too. The carpeting was at least 30 years old and the smell was horrible.

For now, our plan is to leave the basement floor uncovered (save some carpet remnants courtesy of Best Guy's dumpster diving at a local carpet store). BG wants to have all the instruments moved back in to the basement for practice next week. We are also planning on investing in some mold resistant storage options. Moving forward, everything is going to be kept as off the ground as …

Happy Birthday, Boo Boo!

Sweet Potato, T-Dog, T-Bag, Pooperdoo, Toblerone, Booger... Toby!

One year ago today, we adopted Toby. Since we don't know his real birthday, we're considering today a double anniversary of birth and adoption. So, today Toby is both Nine and One. But not ninety-one.

When we first got him, he was a roly-poly, overweight pooch, scared and nervous. He warmed up to Best Guy and I quickly, but as we became more comfortable with him he began to show up all his quirks and foibles. And then the fun really began.

It's been one hell of a road with the Pooper Scooper. His behavioral issues got the best of us on more than one occasion, and we'd be lying if we said it hasn't affected our standing in the neighborhood on some level. We still struggle with the idea that we will have to remain forever vigilant when we take him out in the real world, or when we invite the real world into our home. At this point, we will probably never convince our old fart not to hate dogs or be afr…

All that's Left of Vacation is Laundry and a Desire to Eat All the Salads

Yesterday, we arrived home after a week's traveling. The vacation itself was wonderful, but boy did we have to work to get it.

We had a flight out at 6am on Wednesday. They always say fly out as early as possible to avoid any of the delays that inevitably happen as the day wears on. What they don't tell you is that severe thunderstorms and tornado watches in Atlanta at 9am will fuck up the entire United States grid indefinitely. We were supposed to arrive in Florida by 11;30am. We arrived at 4am the next morning, with an hour to go before we hit our final destination. By all accounts, we were lucky to get there at all. So we were grateful for 4am and a friend willing to drive an hour at that time to pick us up and drive us back.

Florida itself was incredible. We got some serious beach and chill time. We didn't do anything much. We were just so happy to be outside in sunshine and warmth we didn't need to do anything else. We met up with Mom of Best Guy for lunch our sec…