In Which We Paint The Floor...

and by we.. I mean ME. The floor was in rough shape... too rough to sand down and refinish, so we decided a few coats of a good floor paint were in order. I went armed with the plug plate from the room which I planned to reuse, and matched the paint to the dark brown that I knew would match both the yellow and the green in the next room which is connected by the same ugly arse rug, and an open doorway. As you can see.. the floor was painted before, several times.. with this big bare spot in the middle where I'm going to assume was a rug, that just got painted around? I can't even fathom.

You Had To Know It Was Coming....

I really didn't plan on re-painting those walls. I wanted the room done, "fast", "now", "yesterday", and painting the walls was just going to make the whole process go longer. There were holes to be patched, cracks to fill in, washing the walls with TPS, primer.. and on and on and on. Taking out the closet was the clincher. The closet never got painted the first time. I was too intimidated by the shelves and the small space and who really was ever going to see inside it anyhow? When my mom left for the convent, she gave away all her belongings to family and charity and what have you, and one of the few things I asked her for (which there were not a lot of, as she started life over after my dad and I already had the few things that I really wanted) was this pitcher that lived in her kitchen.

We Don't Need No Stinkin' Closet...

As we were taking down the bottom trim, so that I could paint the floor and not have to worry about mucking it up, I decided I might as well paint the inside of the closet, which I had not done the first time I painted the room. I went into the closet to take the shelves out, and The Boy took the trim out, and while I was in there, I realized that there wasn't a whole lot holding that closet up. It was a rather poor closet, in the way of closets, and mostly it just housed my knitting books, a 3 drawer thing-a-ma-bob that housed gifts and misc. stuff and my school stuff that really had no home anywhere else. We talked, and decided to take the closet out. The boy thought we should take out the ancient electric heater, and the shelves he built me over the heater in front of the chimney, but I love the shelves and wanted to keep them.

What I've Been Up To THIS Month..... where it all begins

Every year in both the spring and the fall we clean our big, ole' house top to bottom. Due to jobs and such, it takes us several months to get this all done, as we have 3 rooms, a bath and a hallway upstairs and 8 rooms, a bath, a double level storage room and the porch downstairs. It's a big house, and I love it to death but weekly cleaning only takes you so far, and eventually you need to get out the bucket and rags and give it a good scrubbing. One weekend several weeks ago, we set out do our "weekly room" and I decided we should do the guest room. The guest room is a fast/easy clean as it contains mostly walls that needed washing, windows and blinds that needed cleaning and bedding that needed washing plus a few things that needed washing down. Piece of cake, we could do it an afternoon.

Where I was last month.. Pt. 3

Every fall, we go apple picking. We lost our favorite orchard, and have taken to picking at another local orchard that is always busy and not quite as nice as our original orchard. Granted, that one was always busy also.. but we just liked it better. This year we went on a cool day, after an afternoon football game. It was a nice day all around, and we got plenty of apples, of which I'm still turning into applesauce. Apple picking is one of those things I love, but always seems to go by too fast. When we pick blueberries, it takes a long time to get the amount of berries that you desire.. but apples are picked quick and then it's over.

Where I was last month.. Pt. 2

I wasn't in the band, nor did I ever date anyone in the band. My HS boyfriend ran track, and so I went to track meets, not football games. I think in my entire HS career, I went to maybe 3 games. Maybe. The Boy, however, was a band geek. He was a drummer, and was tickled that this year Mr. Man would be playing in the marching band and therefore we would be attending football games. I don't really understand football (yes, I know the basics of how it works) and much prefer to watch hockey or baseball. On top of that, all the games were scheduled for Friday night. Not my best hour.

Where I was last month.. Pt. 1

Of all the Middle School field hockey teams in our "league", our school's team was the smallest. They had the least amount of players in total, which meant that at our games, all the girls played for almost the entire game. We had 2 subs at most games, and at one game we had 3. Every other team was able to sub out girls on a regular basis so that their players weren't exhausted by the end of the first half. We may have had the smallest team, but our girls had the most heart.