Monday, August 25, 2008

Paint problems

"Puke yellow" is what Nic called the color of our kitchen area the other day. Honestly, it's not that bad, but since we're going to redo the flooring, I thought I'd take the opportunity to paint the walls at the same time.

No problem. I've changed the paint in all the other rooms, so why not the main floor?

I started on Saturday with Antique White. Sunday I decided I didn't like it--I wanted a bit more contrast with the bead board.

Then I chose to stick with yellow, just not so bold. I bought a gallon of Lemon Chiffon. Bad idea. Way too Easter egg/sidewalk chalk-esque.

So now I've officially wasted a good five or so hours edging our main floor with two colors and am still unsatisfied and have yet to determine a new course of action.

But if anyone wants a gallon of Antique White or Lemon Chiffon interior paint, you now know where to get it. I, however, can no longer be trusted with large amounts of paint and will only be purchasing quart-sized (or is it pint-sized?) quantities from now on.

Wednesday, August 20, 2008


I don't know if I should be thankful for the pre-warmed spot in bed or nervous about permanently getting the boot.

Monday, August 18, 2008

Gunner's weekend

We met Gunner on Saturday night when we coaxed her into the car and out of traffic on Bangerter Highway. Without a phone number to call, all we had to go off of was her dog license number from Riverton city. The police offered to take her to Animal Control until Monday, but how sad is that?

So Gunner spent the weekend at our house.

Moxie and Sup were excited to have a new friend, but were confused when Gunner didn't want to wrestle. So they wrestled and Gunner slept.

This morning Nic called and found Gunner's family and I drove to meet them and give them back their dog. The lady was so happy she was crying and offering money and kept hugging me. It turns out that Gunner has cancer and seems to be forgetting a lot of things lately. You could tell she hadn't forgotten her family though--she was doing a little happy dance the whole time.

I'm just glad that Gunner's family loves her, because this weekend I also learned that three dogs is way too many.

Tuesday, August 12, 2008

Granny's warning

For my Granny Gen's eightieth birthday party, all her sons, daughters-in-law, grandchildren, great grandchildren, and friends each wrote down some of our favorite memories of her and gave them to her in a book. One question everyone wrote about was what we admire most about Gen. My answer: Her honesty. That's the short answer. Really, what I meant was that my granny tells it like it is.

Case in point: Being young and married, the subject of children comes up a lot in family conversations. My granny has six children, five of them boys. Her advice to me and Nic: "Don't ruin your life by having kids." The funny thing--to me and Nic anyway--is that she gives this advice freely, with no reservations, in front of her own children (and anyone else who is around). So as Nic and I said our goodbyes when leaving Gen's eightieth birthday party, the last thing we heard as we walked out the door was, "Don't ruin your life!"

Thanks for the boost, Granny, I knew we were still too young to be parents. And it's nice to know that at least we have one person on our side.

Here's a picture of my granny, grandpa, and all five of their boys--my dad is on the far right. They look nice enough right?

And here's me and Nic, happily childless...for now at least.

Thursday, August 7, 2008

Best spot in the house

Nic brought four tiles in the house to get a feel for how he's going to lay it all out. Now every time we're in the kitchen or living room, it's guarantee that Moxie will be right here:

Tuesday, August 5, 2008

He should have knocked on wood

Nic and I spent a good chunk of our Saturday at the Home Depot buying tile and supplies to redo our main floor and master bath. In my mind I was super excited--I mean we've been wanting to redo the floor since we moved in right? Wrong! (According to Nic anyway.)

Once we paid, Nic informed me that he never really intended to redo any flooring. He was just letting me think that someday it would get done. So I guess you could say the score is: Me, 1. Nic, 0, because he's picking up all the tile tomorrow.