New Rules For A Less Crabby Me.

I’m just gonna crawl over there and put dirt in that corner. I’ve come to a realization. A realization I had about a year ago. And a year prior to that one. But one which never fully sinks in. Nothing ever really is done, is it? Sure, you could go all meta and philosophical on this one, but I’m asking it in a very ephemeral, here-and-now kinda way: Why do I feel the need to finish things before I can be nice to {Read More}

Crummy Crumbies.

…And then there are the days when you realize that you are actually too tired for coffee. Like, too tired to make yourself another cup, too tired to consume it, and too tired to acknowledge the caffeine (which, let’s be honest, would be like putting out a forest fire with a squirt gun). So you have another cup of coffee. And you sit on the floor while drinking it because- again- you’re on borrowed energy, here. And you look at {Read More}

The Glass Menagerie UPDATE.

And no, I’m not watermarking this picture. If anyonereally needs to steal an image of a glass cat- have at it. There has been an update to the rapidly unfolding Glass MenagerieGate of 2012. Namely, the cat has been found. The cat has been found. My friend Vicki, whom I had contacted for help, had suggested that the glass animals were in the living room. Now, I had looked in the living room. I had emptied vases, opened the radiator {Read More}

Way Back Wednesday.

Just for a lark (multiple larks, if you like), let’s take a stroll down memory no-through-traffic-construction-cones lane and see what we were up to in the ol’ Fall of 2008. There were no biological children residing with us. We were still house-huntin’ renters. And I still talked about bodily functions way too much. Enjoy!***Originally titled: Jefferson Park- That Sounds Far.October 14th, 2008On the way to work this morning (on Tealie Elizabasket, might I add) I passed a lot of construction sites, workers {Read More}

The Stunning Conclusion To Our Saga.

Remember back in April and May and June, way back when my house was a swirling pit of stinky despair? (It’s a faint recollection, but it’s there.) Well, I’m sure after the new pix of the downstairs in June everyone was all like- “I guess they only got two rooms refinished after all!” Nope. We got ’em all done, only it took way longer than we had expected to, you know, play Downstairs Jenga with storage and cleaning and general put-back-togetheritude.  {Read More}

The Big Reveal! Kinda!

Now, for your voyeuristic/cautionary tale approval, I give you:  Two Of The Five Gutted Rooms, All [We Hope] Done. (Forever And Ever, Amen.) Shall we jaunt back down the stinky, depressing, covered-in-tears Memory Lane? (Please forgive the iPhone photos. Why yes, I do have a camera so advanced it could land a jet…but I think it’s in storage. So, no flash it is!) First, the bathroom. The cesspool that started it all. Good God, that thinglooks like the beginning of a {Read More}

Don’t Tell My House, My Broken, Broken House.

I can’t look, either. I was going to post pictures today of the finished lower level. That’s right. I had intended to post those, because- finally- the downstairs rooms, bathroom, and laundry room were one thousand and two percent completed. However. Being as today is the six week anniversary of the day that the sewer pipe collapsed/the bottom half of the house got torn down to the studs, you know that this project ain’t going down without a fight. We had {Read More}

It’s The Little Things.

As we close out week five of “The Project,” it’s pictures like this that keep me going: Yuv. This one doesn’t hurt, either: 90% finished laundry room. (Yuv.)