It seems I've been on a bit of a sentimental kick the last couple of posts. Well, I'm tired of that now. Maybe because I didn't sleep well last night, or because I haven't slept well any night for the past year, or because I'm a mom now and I probaby won't sleep well for the next 20-30 years. Anyhow, it's time to get back to business, the business of keeping up with the Edwards haps. OK, well, nothing has been happening that the average person would find enthralling, but nonetheless, things have been happening.
The most exciting thing is, I no longer have to look at this:
This is what our shop has looked like for the past two years. Yes, TWO YEARS. Gray stucco base coat and scaffolding. Every time I walk in or out of the shop I have to remember to duck my head under the scaffolding, or else, DOH! Yeah, it hurts. For the first year, I made Ryan tie caution tape to the metal bars so I would remember to duck my head. The caution tape got lost somehow in the winter and now I have to rely on my memory to duck my head. Not as reliable as caution tape.
Remember the ordeal with PG&E? Well, that is what has been holding up the whole show - and now it is over, and now I don't have to look at gray stucco and scaffolding anymore.
For three days, I looked at this:
And now, I get to look at this:
Ahhh, it looks relaxing to me. So much calmer. And finished. Did I say, Ahhhh? I'm not completely thrilled with how the color turned out, but seriously, ANYTHING was better than gray and scaffolding. Did I mention the scaffolding? Oh, I did? About a half dozen times so far? Good, because it was really irritating. Really. Irritating.
And now this:
Looks like this:
And I am much happier.
I want to take this opportunity to comment on the fact that this shop lacks any architectural interest whatsoever. It is the most giant, boring, brown box of a building anyone could ever imagine. It is my husband's dream come true. Granted, it is completely functional and more than serves the purpose it was intended for, but obviously very little thought was put into aesthetic appearances. Which means only one thing: Ryan is NOT in charge of designing our home. Not at all. Not one bit. For fear that our home will end up being an identical, albeit much smaller, boring brown box of a building. OK, I should give him more credit than that, but I won't. Because this is my blog and I don't have to.
And I am just counting the days until I can put up shutters and plant some flowers in front of his very manly shop.
Some other serious business happening at the Edwards household involves
eating watermelon.
Which is very serious business to some people - especially one very small person. She has a method, which she has come up with all on her own. First, one must grasp the watermelon slice with both hands and squeeze it firmly so as to remove all the delicious pink fruit from the rind. This leaves behind all the white stuff that most of us throw away. After discarding the pink stuff and smashing it all over the tray, one must begin to chew, bite, and munch away on the gross white rind. Gnaw away until all that is left behind is the skin and a little sliver of rind. Then proceed to chew on the skin and smile while doing it. Until your mother takes it away because you have tried to stuff the whole thing in your mouth and you are now choking on it, and your mother wishes she would have learned the Heimlich maneuver or baby CPR, or both. Then get mad because your mother took the gross, disgusting part of the watermelon away from you. Then happily eat the pink part after your mother puts it on the end of a fork. Forks are the preferred method of food consumption these days. Not exactly the safest way to feed a baby, but whatever will get her to eat, I say.
Other random Edwards business:
** There was a Leroy the Koi sighting last night. He was swimming quite swiftly, which I will take a sign of recovery and health.
** We have finally decided on a house plan we can both live with. It does NOT look like a big brown box.
** For the first time in over a month, Laci does NOT have a bruise on her face. No doubt, this means she will be falling/crashing/bruising herself later today.
that is the biggest shed i've ever seen. Neither Than nor I would have any idea what to do with a place like that. :)
ReplyDeleteErica, I hope you come back and read this because your comment totally made me laugh out loud, LOL for real. I love it when people call it a shed because seriously, it is SO ridiculously huge and unnecessary. Sadly, he has done a pretty good job of filling it with stuff and is trying his best to prove me wrong. I'm almost ashamed to show people this monstrosity of a shed. :)
ReplyDeleteShe will probably get another one during all the exciting dress shopping tomorrow. There will just be way too much exciting stuff going on.
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