I feel like this is my last real night in this house. When I come back in two or three weeks it will be to do final packing and moving. I am not waiting for this house to sell. I leave tomorrow morning on the nine ferry. I CANNOT WAIT!!! I am sooo excited!
I haven't done too much the last day or two…I am afraid to move! Today was the open house and wouldn't you know it, today was the first day the race track right near hear came to life! Screaming tires and thundering engines do not make a house sell.
I put the dogs in the car one hour before target time. I then swept, vacuumed, swept, vacuumed and febreezed the heck out of the chairs and couch. I finally got everything shiny and perfect and sat down in my chair in purple room to wait. And….first one then another then another ball of dog hair rolled casually past my door into the dining room. What the hell!!! So I got up and chased them down and swept them up. Back to the chair and sure enough…another one rolled past then another. I freaking give up.
I took off and headed to the mall. I got a greek salad at the greek place and sat and read my book for a very pleasant hour. I ran a few errands and then came home…to a bunch of cars still here. So I ended up sitting outside for half an hour til the last ones left. Dane said a number of people went through and one actually went and got his wife and brought her by to see it.
But…..as I thought, Dane did say that the final numbers were somewhat low and he feels we may be listed a tad too high. You think? If someone offered me 500,000 right now I would grab it. 545 is just too high.
Monte arrived right about then and we were both so sleepy and tired so we lay down in our chairs etc and slept soundly for two hours. I was so deep asleep that when I awoke I couldn't walk for about fifteen minutes. We went out to Turmeric for a yummy dinner and then back home and packed up the vehicles. Chairs, tables (all foldable a'la Costco)kitchen stuff, speakers, all important stuff of course! Monte has an appointment with a respirologist on Monday and he is coming up on Tuesday. I am nervous about my house staying clean so I finally decided to drive the car up with the dogs and he can bring up everything else on Tuesday in the truck.
Like I said I cannot wait! Finally I shall get to see my new house! Aryn is also coming up tomorrow for a couple of days and she is going to help me paint purple room…its kind of a tradition. I feel like I am repeating myself so I am going to sign off. TTYL!!!!
Saturday, March 14, 2015
Thursday, March 12, 2015
HOUSE SHOWING
So today I got the house as close to perfect as is physically possible. It was all shiny and wonderful. At four thirty I loaded up the dogs, did one more sweep and took off for an hour.
When I got back I could see that someone had been through the house, the realtor's card was on the counter.
Dane called. The family that went through really liked it and appreciated the updates etc. BUT: they did NOT like the dog smell. When he told me that I almost cried. I have a house that has that f**king dying dog smell.
Even when he isn't here and everything has been washed or removed. So, I see I have only two choices…either I move right now (and I am not ready) or I put him down. He can't jump into the back of the car properly, his back end is full of sores and is driving him nuts with itchiness. Oh, there are lots and lots of reasons to put him down but I just can't do it. Not yet. He still has too much love and spunk in him.
So I think when Monte gets down here on Sat., we will dismantle and take apart Parkers stinky couch and get it out of here. And I leave on Sunday with the dogs so this first rush of people seeing the house won't be so hit with the smell. And then I am going to move in the middle of April. I don't have to sell first. All this thinking and planning because of a stupid dog. (SHOVEL LIST) I hate to admit it but I can't stand the thought of actually putting him down. Its too soon.
I hate to keep going on about dogs but the funniest thing happened today. While I had to go away for the showing I headed down to the drugstore to stock up on my pills. I parked and left the back windows halfway down for the dogs. I don't normally leave them down so far as someone could reach in and take Molly. But I wasn't going to be more than a couple minutes and I could see the car.
As I was heading back, a lady saw Molly barking at the window and she went over there to pet her. What she didn't see was Parker lurking in the back behind the darkened window. As she reached her hand out to pet Molly, Parker lunged forward and barked ferociously! I thought she was going to have a heart attack!!! By that time I was out there and immediately told her that he would never hurt her, that he just barks.
Well she turned around and gave ME shit!!! Me!!! for having a dangerous dog that could hurt people!!! I looked at her and started laughing. I told her I have, unfortunately, had dogs my entire life and I have spent a lifetime telling people to NOT pet dogs in cars, backs of trucks, tied to posts, or where ever. Then I quit laughing and told her to get the hell away from my car and my dogs. I wasn't nice and now I feel kind of bad. It was all Molly's fault anyway.
I had another hungry man tv dinner tonight. They are so delicious and so much fun…and clean!! I love them. And I had a huge grapefruit…they are so juicy and sweet this time of the year. While I was out I popped into Milestones and had an appetizer size California salad…mmm so good. An eclectic diet.
Now I am rambling. Time for bed. Tomorrow is laundry day…another whine day. Never ends this life maintenance. TTYL
When I got back I could see that someone had been through the house, the realtor's card was on the counter.
Dane called. The family that went through really liked it and appreciated the updates etc. BUT: they did NOT like the dog smell. When he told me that I almost cried. I have a house that has that f**king dying dog smell.
Even when he isn't here and everything has been washed or removed. So, I see I have only two choices…either I move right now (and I am not ready) or I put him down. He can't jump into the back of the car properly, his back end is full of sores and is driving him nuts with itchiness. Oh, there are lots and lots of reasons to put him down but I just can't do it. Not yet. He still has too much love and spunk in him.
So I think when Monte gets down here on Sat., we will dismantle and take apart Parkers stinky couch and get it out of here. And I leave on Sunday with the dogs so this first rush of people seeing the house won't be so hit with the smell. And then I am going to move in the middle of April. I don't have to sell first. All this thinking and planning because of a stupid dog. (SHOVEL LIST) I hate to admit it but I can't stand the thought of actually putting him down. Its too soon.
I hate to keep going on about dogs but the funniest thing happened today. While I had to go away for the showing I headed down to the drugstore to stock up on my pills. I parked and left the back windows halfway down for the dogs. I don't normally leave them down so far as someone could reach in and take Molly. But I wasn't going to be more than a couple minutes and I could see the car.
As I was heading back, a lady saw Molly barking at the window and she went over there to pet her. What she didn't see was Parker lurking in the back behind the darkened window. As she reached her hand out to pet Molly, Parker lunged forward and barked ferociously! I thought she was going to have a heart attack!!! By that time I was out there and immediately told her that he would never hurt her, that he just barks.
Well she turned around and gave ME shit!!! Me!!! for having a dangerous dog that could hurt people!!! I looked at her and started laughing. I told her I have, unfortunately, had dogs my entire life and I have spent a lifetime telling people to NOT pet dogs in cars, backs of trucks, tied to posts, or where ever. Then I quit laughing and told her to get the hell away from my car and my dogs. I wasn't nice and now I feel kind of bad. It was all Molly's fault anyway.
I had another hungry man tv dinner tonight. They are so delicious and so much fun…and clean!! I love them. And I had a huge grapefruit…they are so juicy and sweet this time of the year. While I was out I popped into Milestones and had an appetizer size California salad…mmm so good. An eclectic diet.
Now I am rambling. Time for bed. Tomorrow is laundry day…another whine day. Never ends this life maintenance. TTYL
Wednesday, March 11, 2015
DOG HAIR
Man I had to laugh when I read a comment made by Shannon on the last post. She likened the dog hair to tumbleweed in an old west town! So true, it rolls along the floor at a leisurely pace, like it belongs here.
Second thing I do after I get up in the morning is grab the broom and sweep up the night's offerings from the old half rotten dog. And it isn't just dog hair. Its a lot of scaly skin and just plain old dirt. You wouldn't want this around if you had a baby.
Anyway, I sweep the dog hair into a pile by the piano. I leave it there, with the broom. Periodically I go around the entire area and sweep again. I just keep doing this all day long until night time. I then scoop it all up and into the garbage.
Early this evening I opened both doors to let some air through. Parker immediately got off the couch to head for the door when a gust of wind blew through and…yes, the freaking dog hair, all nicely swept up, tumbled all over the place. Now, go figure..Parker is scared of his hair. He doesn't like it. If I pile it in the middle of the room he scoots way around it as far as possible. So, just as he came nonchalantly strolling through, not paying much mind to the pile of hair, the wind suddenly skittered it around and rolled it over the floor.
Geez!!! for a half dead rotting dog he can sure as hell move when he wants to. He shot straight up into the air, peddled his feet on the slippery floor, fell over, scrambled up, fell over the other way and then, most ungracefully dragged his ass end over to and out the front door, hell bent for election! And then he wouldn't come back in! Stupid dog! Meanwhile his brainless little one eyed sister was cavorting and rolling and snorting all over that hair. Arrrrrgggggg….I give up!!!!
Well today I managed to get my fridge cleaned out. I am NOT liking this kitchen scrap thing. The mini garbage can on wheels meant for kitchen scraps is so gross I want to puke every time I look in it. When they dump it they leave so much in I can't hose it out anywhere. I had so many containers and bottles and bags to empty out into that scrap thingy but there was no way I was bringing it in the house. So I got a small bucket and a spatula, hauled about fifty things out of the fridge and set to work. Bleeehhhhh!!!! I brought a recycling container in so I dumped, scraped, dropped a container in the recycling thing, dumped, scraped, recycle over and over. The bucket was full of cream cheeses, lump cheese, sour cream (mouldy), pickles, relish, leftovers, wieners, bread, mustard, cottage cheese, applesauce…awful awful looking mixtures. Buckets and buckets. As it filled I would take it out and dump it into the kitchen scrap thing on wheels. The garbage guys are going to wonder what the hell I am doing.
I also emptied out and organized the pantry. Its looking awesome. But I know we have a grace period with no fine for putting food in the general garbage til the end of March. So all those half bags of cereal, chips, dried onions, raisins, prunes, oatmeal, quinoa (shovel list), rices etc….got dumped…right into the general garbage.
I decided to empty out the lazy susan cupboard. It isn't built, the shelves are in a box out in the garage. Its too heavy for me to build so I shall leave it for the next owners to do. In the meantime that cupboard seems to have filled up with pots, woks, bowls, boxes of keurig coffee things, cake pans etc… So I brought in a giant container to empty that cupboard into. All fine and dandy, I managed to get the close stuff out and then I ran into a problem. I am too fat to get far enough in to reach all the stuff further in. I got down on the floor and turned awkwardly sideways, and hootched forward and reached in as far as possible.
Seriously! I could not get past my chins and could NOT reach all the stuff in there! So I backed out, pissed off, and stomped into Spod's bathroom and got his cane (which for some odd reason we all leave in there) and came back and hooked stuff out. You know you need to diet when you don't fit into a lazy susan cupboard. I could just see me getting stuck in there and not being found until the housekeeper showed up tomorrow. I think I shall consider keeping my phone on me at all times.
Tomorrow I will finish up the final cleaning of cupboards. I have a showing already on Thursday and an open house on Sat. Wouldn't it be a hoot if it sold fast? I don't think so though. I think its listed about fifty thousand too high. We will see. TTYL
Second thing I do after I get up in the morning is grab the broom and sweep up the night's offerings from the old half rotten dog. And it isn't just dog hair. Its a lot of scaly skin and just plain old dirt. You wouldn't want this around if you had a baby.
Anyway, I sweep the dog hair into a pile by the piano. I leave it there, with the broom. Periodically I go around the entire area and sweep again. I just keep doing this all day long until night time. I then scoop it all up and into the garbage.
Early this evening I opened both doors to let some air through. Parker immediately got off the couch to head for the door when a gust of wind blew through and…yes, the freaking dog hair, all nicely swept up, tumbled all over the place. Now, go figure..Parker is scared of his hair. He doesn't like it. If I pile it in the middle of the room he scoots way around it as far as possible. So, just as he came nonchalantly strolling through, not paying much mind to the pile of hair, the wind suddenly skittered it around and rolled it over the floor.
Geez!!! for a half dead rotting dog he can sure as hell move when he wants to. He shot straight up into the air, peddled his feet on the slippery floor, fell over, scrambled up, fell over the other way and then, most ungracefully dragged his ass end over to and out the front door, hell bent for election! And then he wouldn't come back in! Stupid dog! Meanwhile his brainless little one eyed sister was cavorting and rolling and snorting all over that hair. Arrrrrgggggg….I give up!!!!
Well today I managed to get my fridge cleaned out. I am NOT liking this kitchen scrap thing. The mini garbage can on wheels meant for kitchen scraps is so gross I want to puke every time I look in it. When they dump it they leave so much in I can't hose it out anywhere. I had so many containers and bottles and bags to empty out into that scrap thingy but there was no way I was bringing it in the house. So I got a small bucket and a spatula, hauled about fifty things out of the fridge and set to work. Bleeehhhhh!!!! I brought a recycling container in so I dumped, scraped, dropped a container in the recycling thing, dumped, scraped, recycle over and over. The bucket was full of cream cheeses, lump cheese, sour cream (mouldy), pickles, relish, leftovers, wieners, bread, mustard, cottage cheese, applesauce…awful awful looking mixtures. Buckets and buckets. As it filled I would take it out and dump it into the kitchen scrap thing on wheels. The garbage guys are going to wonder what the hell I am doing.
I also emptied out and organized the pantry. Its looking awesome. But I know we have a grace period with no fine for putting food in the general garbage til the end of March. So all those half bags of cereal, chips, dried onions, raisins, prunes, oatmeal, quinoa (shovel list), rices etc….got dumped…right into the general garbage.
I decided to empty out the lazy susan cupboard. It isn't built, the shelves are in a box out in the garage. Its too heavy for me to build so I shall leave it for the next owners to do. In the meantime that cupboard seems to have filled up with pots, woks, bowls, boxes of keurig coffee things, cake pans etc… So I brought in a giant container to empty that cupboard into. All fine and dandy, I managed to get the close stuff out and then I ran into a problem. I am too fat to get far enough in to reach all the stuff further in. I got down on the floor and turned awkwardly sideways, and hootched forward and reached in as far as possible.
Seriously! I could not get past my chins and could NOT reach all the stuff in there! So I backed out, pissed off, and stomped into Spod's bathroom and got his cane (which for some odd reason we all leave in there) and came back and hooked stuff out. You know you need to diet when you don't fit into a lazy susan cupboard. I could just see me getting stuck in there and not being found until the housekeeper showed up tomorrow. I think I shall consider keeping my phone on me at all times.
Tomorrow I will finish up the final cleaning of cupboards. I have a showing already on Thursday and an open house on Sat. Wouldn't it be a hoot if it sold fast? I don't think so though. I think its listed about fifty thousand too high. We will see. TTYL
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| NOT TO GROSS YOU OUT BUT THIS WAS HOW MUCH THERE WAS BY THREE TODAY |
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| WHY ISN'T HE BALD? |
Monday, March 9, 2015
A SHORTY TONITE
Just a short post tonight. I will write a more detailed one tomorrow night.
I had a wonderful weekend with Shannon. She came over on Sat. morning and we talked and talked and talked! We also did a little shopping at Stupidstore then hit Original Joe's for dinner. It was super good..we got their monstrously humungus nachos to share. Sooo goood.
We then went home, put the hockey game on and talked and talked and talked. What a great evening!
This morning (Sun) we made a big breakfast and sat at the table and talked and talked and talked. We then moved to the living room and talked some more. Then we moved to the deck for a while and back in, talking the whole time. The poor girl got totally regaled with story after story. And the stories she shared were so interesting and I could have listened to her all day.
Finally she did have to go and I swear if she hadn't had to we would still be sitting in the living room talking! I LOVE it!!
Now its time to get my head wrapped around all the things that need to be done before I leave Sunday for Kamloops. A lot of business, banking, emails, insurance crap, pantry cupboard to clean up and the front closet…just in case people snoop. Oh, and dog hair. Endless freaking dog hair. Over and over and over…seeping, vacuuming, sweeping, vacuuming…just ask Shannon..she can vouch for that. TTYL
I had a wonderful weekend with Shannon. She came over on Sat. morning and we talked and talked and talked! We also did a little shopping at Stupidstore then hit Original Joe's for dinner. It was super good..we got their monstrously humungus nachos to share. Sooo goood.
We then went home, put the hockey game on and talked and talked and talked. What a great evening!
This morning (Sun) we made a big breakfast and sat at the table and talked and talked and talked. We then moved to the living room and talked some more. Then we moved to the deck for a while and back in, talking the whole time. The poor girl got totally regaled with story after story. And the stories she shared were so interesting and I could have listened to her all day.
Finally she did have to go and I swear if she hadn't had to we would still be sitting in the living room talking! I LOVE it!!
Now its time to get my head wrapped around all the things that need to be done before I leave Sunday for Kamloops. A lot of business, banking, emails, insurance crap, pantry cupboard to clean up and the front closet…just in case people snoop. Oh, and dog hair. Endless freaking dog hair. Over and over and over…seeping, vacuuming, sweeping, vacuuming…just ask Shannon..she can vouch for that. TTYL
Friday, March 6, 2015
UTTERLY NERVE WRACKING
My house is so clean it squeaks…and it is nerve wracking. My house is never ever clean. If its clean where you can see it, you could always count on my closets and the unseen parts under the chairs and couch to be full of crap and dust. But not now. The cupboards are full of neatly packed boxes…that or empty. Under the couches and chairs is spotless.
Although…I keep finding fistful sized dog hair balls. Seriously, I vacuumed about six times over the morning this morning and I still found fistfuls of dog hair. I finally put the both of them in the car. Three hours later I went out to get them and they wouldn't get out. They knew…they both gave me that look. The one that says, 'Hey! we haven't been anywhere yet!' I couldn't fool them so I drove them up to the forest near here and let them run awhile.
Dane, real estate guy, came and so did the photographer. They are so funny. The basement is virtually empty yet they still found things that had to be tweeked. And Dane has asked me, nicely, to remove my garbage can and recycling can. Like…where to? I asked politely. Well I don't know he says. So I said, "No seriously Dane. Where do you think they should go?" I'm into realism…him not so much. So he says, ' how about a little bucket under the sink?' I laughed. I fill my big can twice a day…a little bucket under the sink will not cut it.
I forgot to post this last night. I fell asleep. I got up early this morning and stepped right into a puddle of pee…Molly size. I gotta tell ya people I am so done with these dogs. They are all lovely and all that but between the dog hair, the pee and not being able to travel because of them, I am done. The new house has carpet in it too. I don't think they are going to be happy living with me either. I can see many baby gates in my future. And kennels.
Now its time for the videographer to arrive. People came by last night to look at the sofa downstairs, bought it, but can't pick it up til next Fri. They left the mattress on the floor so I need to go put that straight. Gotta run. TTYL (sorry about the dog whining. I know a lot of you out there either love your dogs to pieces or would give your right arm to be able to have one. I am unfortunately not one of those people…never have been. I am really trying to love them and be kind and understanding….but just as I am getting to that point…they do crap that drives me nuts. I do know that I will miss them…eventually when the time comes.)
Although…I keep finding fistful sized dog hair balls. Seriously, I vacuumed about six times over the morning this morning and I still found fistfuls of dog hair. I finally put the both of them in the car. Three hours later I went out to get them and they wouldn't get out. They knew…they both gave me that look. The one that says, 'Hey! we haven't been anywhere yet!' I couldn't fool them so I drove them up to the forest near here and let them run awhile.
Dane, real estate guy, came and so did the photographer. They are so funny. The basement is virtually empty yet they still found things that had to be tweeked. And Dane has asked me, nicely, to remove my garbage can and recycling can. Like…where to? I asked politely. Well I don't know he says. So I said, "No seriously Dane. Where do you think they should go?" I'm into realism…him not so much. So he says, ' how about a little bucket under the sink?' I laughed. I fill my big can twice a day…a little bucket under the sink will not cut it.
I forgot to post this last night. I fell asleep. I got up early this morning and stepped right into a puddle of pee…Molly size. I gotta tell ya people I am so done with these dogs. They are all lovely and all that but between the dog hair, the pee and not being able to travel because of them, I am done. The new house has carpet in it too. I don't think they are going to be happy living with me either. I can see many baby gates in my future. And kennels.
Now its time for the videographer to arrive. People came by last night to look at the sofa downstairs, bought it, but can't pick it up til next Fri. They left the mattress on the floor so I need to go put that straight. Gotta run. TTYL (sorry about the dog whining. I know a lot of you out there either love your dogs to pieces or would give your right arm to be able to have one. I am unfortunately not one of those people…never have been. I am really trying to love them and be kind and understanding….but just as I am getting to that point…they do crap that drives me nuts. I do know that I will miss them…eventually when the time comes.)
Wednesday, March 4, 2015
THE KITCHEN IS CLOSED….LIMBO TIME
I seem to have done this moving thing so many times that it seems quite familiar. There comes a point in the selling/moving process where too much is packed to really do things right…be it cooking, dressing nicely, playing your records, or pretty much anything.
I have to admit though that not having Spod looking over my shoulder into the current garbage can has made it somewhat easier. Yesterday Monte and I loaded up the back of the truck, and I mean loaded full, with chemicals. Watco oil (four cans!) slug bait, oils for various things, bug dusts, raid, jugs of unknown stuff etc… and he took it all to a special dump that takes chemicals etc..
I remember now that when we were packing up the last house I had a hell of a time getting him to clear out the garage and sheds. When he finally swung into action I remember a whole bunch of trips over here by himself (go in the morning and home in the evening) with his truck loaded to the gills. Now I see what he was dragging over here…to the tune of 200 bucks a trip with the ferry included.
And I have to admit to being not much better with 'under the sink' crap. I always swear I am not going to cram under sinks with bottles and bottles of stuff, but it always ends up so crowded you can hardly shut the doors. So its all going to the dump, except for dish, laundry and hand soap, and the pink cans of lysal (sp?). It smells good and cleans everything. NOTHING else is going under the sink. Nothing.
So it looks like I have three hell holes to tackle. It won't make a difference to the pics tomorrow that are being shot, and the video on Friday, but those holes need to be done before the house goes on the market. One is the front hall closet. The second is my giant pantry cupboard. And the third is the fridge.
The biggest problem is going to be the disposal of edible stuff. Now that we can't put food in the general garbage, putting it in the scrap container is a huge giant pain in the ass. I have at least forty containers of gooey stuff (like dips and cream cheeses), plastic wrapped frozen stuff, bags and bags and bags of dry stuff like cereal, dried onions, chips, quinoa (shovel list…hate this stuff), prunes, tea, marshmallows, split peas, dried up wormy raisins, etc… Its going to take forever! I will be keeping a lot of food but there is a ton that needs to be tossed.
I think the first thing I am going to do when I move to Kamloops is go to Costco and buy a small freezer. I am not taking the old one from here…I love it but it weighs a ton. At 45 bucks per hundred pounds to move it, I think it would be cheaper to buy a new one. That way most of the good frozen stuff I can put in a cooler in the car and drive it up when I move.
And this is where Shannon comes in. Bless her heart, she is coming over this week end coming up to help. Originally I thought it would be the garage but Monte and I got that pretty much as done as we can. So I think I may enlist her help with my hell holes…the final frontier!!!
I am throwing on some random pics. Just for the heck of it. TTYL!!
I have to admit though that not having Spod looking over my shoulder into the current garbage can has made it somewhat easier. Yesterday Monte and I loaded up the back of the truck, and I mean loaded full, with chemicals. Watco oil (four cans!) slug bait, oils for various things, bug dusts, raid, jugs of unknown stuff etc… and he took it all to a special dump that takes chemicals etc..
I remember now that when we were packing up the last house I had a hell of a time getting him to clear out the garage and sheds. When he finally swung into action I remember a whole bunch of trips over here by himself (go in the morning and home in the evening) with his truck loaded to the gills. Now I see what he was dragging over here…to the tune of 200 bucks a trip with the ferry included.
And I have to admit to being not much better with 'under the sink' crap. I always swear I am not going to cram under sinks with bottles and bottles of stuff, but it always ends up so crowded you can hardly shut the doors. So its all going to the dump, except for dish, laundry and hand soap, and the pink cans of lysal (sp?). It smells good and cleans everything. NOTHING else is going under the sink. Nothing.
So it looks like I have three hell holes to tackle. It won't make a difference to the pics tomorrow that are being shot, and the video on Friday, but those holes need to be done before the house goes on the market. One is the front hall closet. The second is my giant pantry cupboard. And the third is the fridge.
The biggest problem is going to be the disposal of edible stuff. Now that we can't put food in the general garbage, putting it in the scrap container is a huge giant pain in the ass. I have at least forty containers of gooey stuff (like dips and cream cheeses), plastic wrapped frozen stuff, bags and bags and bags of dry stuff like cereal, dried onions, chips, quinoa (shovel list…hate this stuff), prunes, tea, marshmallows, split peas, dried up wormy raisins, etc… Its going to take forever! I will be keeping a lot of food but there is a ton that needs to be tossed.
I think the first thing I am going to do when I move to Kamloops is go to Costco and buy a small freezer. I am not taking the old one from here…I love it but it weighs a ton. At 45 bucks per hundred pounds to move it, I think it would be cheaper to buy a new one. That way most of the good frozen stuff I can put in a cooler in the car and drive it up when I move.
And this is where Shannon comes in. Bless her heart, she is coming over this week end coming up to help. Originally I thought it would be the garage but Monte and I got that pretty much as done as we can. So I think I may enlist her help with my hell holes…the final frontier!!!
I am throwing on some random pics. Just for the heck of it. TTYL!!
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| ON A BUS IN COSTA RICA….THE GUIDE SHOWED US WHERE CASHEW NUTS COME FROM…THAT STEM AT THE TOP OF THAT FRUIT ENCASES THE NUT…I WAS SHOCKED!!! |
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| I LOVE THIS PICTURE…IN ANTIGUA, GUATEMALA…THIS IS WENDY, KERRY'S SISTER…WE RANDOMLY RAN INTO THEM ON THE CRUISE WE WERE ON AND WE HAD THE MOST FUN WITH THEM!!! GREAT TRAVEL COMPANIONS. |
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| THEY TOOK US OUT TO A SPECIALTY RESTAURANT FOR OUR ANNIVERSARY! I WAS REALLY APPRECIATIVE, POOR WENDY WAS SO SO SICK THAT NIGHT |
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| KAREOKEING CUZZES |
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| BAMFIELD PEACEFUL CONTEMPLATION |
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| ARRRRG!!! SHAKING THE PIRATE'S HOOK IN THE CARIBBEAN |
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| NAKED COWBOY NYC!! |
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| THIS WAS OUR LAST TRIP OUT OF BAMFIELD :( |
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| SUCH A CUTE PICTURE OF THEM! |
Monday, March 2, 2015
FABULOUS WEEKEND
Wow!! What an amazing weekend. Bradley and Aryn worked their butts off!! There was soooo much to do and they pretty much got it all done. And the quality of the work is the best.
My kitchen now is all pimped out, as they say. All the bells and whistles are in and every little detail attended to. I will put pics up tomorrow. Its such a pretty, easy kitchen.
The bathroom downstairs is all finished. And Bradley had to do some fancy chipping and fitting and hole making to get the vanity to fit properly. Arnie painted and painted that little bathroom, including the door. The whole room looks spectacular. We still need to put up the mirror and the new light. I am going to get the handyman to do that part.
The bathroom up here was painted and backsplashed. It is truly amazing what a coat of paint or two and a new backsplash does for a room. I will definitely take pics of that…crazy good.
Closer and closer we get!! We may not make the thursday deadline. I have to phone the handyman tomorrow and see if he is available. If not then I will have to find someone else. At such short notice it might not be possible.
Tonite I had dinner with Jeni (my brother's daughter) and her mom, Marilyn (my brother's first wife). We had a lovely time visiting and catching up on all things important. Jeni is so funny, I love visiting with her. And Marilyn and I have a lot in common so visiting is always good.
Now its late and my head is a nodding. And I am choking on old dog smell. He is getting worse and for some odd reason he has started farting. He has never been a farty dog but now to add insult to injury, he has started to pass awful gas. Mind you, his farts don't actually smell as bad as he does all the time!! Jeeeeeeeeeez!!!!! TTYL!!
My kitchen now is all pimped out, as they say. All the bells and whistles are in and every little detail attended to. I will put pics up tomorrow. Its such a pretty, easy kitchen.
The bathroom downstairs is all finished. And Bradley had to do some fancy chipping and fitting and hole making to get the vanity to fit properly. Arnie painted and painted that little bathroom, including the door. The whole room looks spectacular. We still need to put up the mirror and the new light. I am going to get the handyman to do that part.
The bathroom up here was painted and backsplashed. It is truly amazing what a coat of paint or two and a new backsplash does for a room. I will definitely take pics of that…crazy good.
Closer and closer we get!! We may not make the thursday deadline. I have to phone the handyman tomorrow and see if he is available. If not then I will have to find someone else. At such short notice it might not be possible.
Tonite I had dinner with Jeni (my brother's daughter) and her mom, Marilyn (my brother's first wife). We had a lovely time visiting and catching up on all things important. Jeni is so funny, I love visiting with her. And Marilyn and I have a lot in common so visiting is always good.
Now its late and my head is a nodding. And I am choking on old dog smell. He is getting worse and for some odd reason he has started farting. He has never been a farty dog but now to add insult to injury, he has started to pass awful gas. Mind you, his farts don't actually smell as bad as he does all the time!! Jeeeeeeeeeez!!!!! TTYL!!
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