9.27.2008

Asparagus!

So the walls are finally done. I love it - Pink doesn't love it, but doesn't hate it.  I think the color looks really good against the cabinets which I think I've decided not to refinish - just some new hardware.  But I do think the color looks little more yellow in the pictures than it really is.The next step is to prime the sink window and the door and then I'll get to painting it.  We'll be able to put the table back in the center of the room but for the time being we won't have a light since we're not putting back up the chandelier that was there before.

This is what I'm thinking of for the light over the table but I'm worried it might be too small - it's only 6.5 inches wide.

9.18.2008

time sink

In one week I've got two completely different time sinks: the kitchen project and Facebook.
I love that the kitchen will finally not look like yellow stained teeth.
I hate that my life this week has been swallowed by the black hole that is Facebook.  It's like crack, seriously.
Here's a shot of the kitchen ceiling while we were priming last night.  No, really, that's how yellow the ceiling was.
Here's what it looks like tonight after the first coat of ceiling paint and primer on the walls.

9.16.2008

I'm ready to build a fort, Papa!

This doesn't completely capture how hard Jack had to work to get between the two chairs to climb under the end table, not to mention the effort to pull all his buddies and the cat bed in there with him as well.

I heart Juan

Progress!
After waiting 2 weeks for one guy to show up and give us an estimate Juan came to our rescue at a bargain price.  The kitchen is finally coated and begging for some color.  It looks incredible.
It is now so obvious how dingy the ceiling looks.  Tonight we're going to caulk, sand the trim, and wipe down the walls in prep to prime both tomorrow night.  I anticipate some asparagus by the weekend if not sooner.

9.11.2008

Jack's morning shout out to Twitch

I got nothing

Milly was giving me a hard time about not posting anything. I really just don't have much to say but in the interest of keeping my sister-in-law entertained, I offer you the following.
The standing joke in my house:  If I didn't incubate Jackers in my own belly I wouldn't know (and you wouldn't either) that we shared even the smallest number of genes. 
Exhibit A:  Pink on his first birthday. 
Exhibit B: Pink and Little Bear together (yes, that's the same chair).
Uncanny, isn't it?  Complete with the blonde hair, blue eyes, wide feet, and a devastatingly (to me, at least) early preference for right-handedness.  There goes my major league baseball plan for the little guy...
On another note, I could just kick my sister for getting me into Gossip Girl.  The last thing I needed was another show to watch and I'm completely hooked.  And I'm still only catching up on last season!
I've got this season's first two episodes safely tucked away in my DVR like presents waiting to be unwrapped.  I keep seeing them there, teasing me, taunting me to cave and watch them now!  But I won't.  I won't, I won't, I won't.
This has also blossomed into my new obsession with NYC.  So much that I could almost want to live there, almost.  Of course, sans all that money and an amazing wardrobe (and the body to go with it) it wouldn't be nearly as satisfying.
Doc Glock, who knows, maybe you were right to embrace The City as you did when we were young.  Who would have thought I'd regret that now?

9.02.2008

eyeball bender

My mom used to get a subscription to a magazine called Games when I was growing up. They used to have this feature called Eyeball Benders where you had to identify an item or product from just a small piece of an image or a logo or something. This guy likes them, too. Anyway, here's my own little eyeball bender for ya'll.
Can't guess? Don't know what it is yet? Ok, I'll tell you.
This would be the inside of my forearm after kissing the edge of a hot sheet pan tonight. Stupid cookies.
In addition to the searing flesh, Pink has been dying for me to blog about what happened yesterday.
We took Jackers to a park to let him check things out and cruise the slide. The little dude loved walking aimlessly all over the place, through the grass, on the path, wherever. He was a man on a mission, just about never stopping for anything.
So I'm walking with Jack when I realize I've stepped in dog shiz. Gross, brown, smushy, and smelly. Oh, did I mention I was wearing my Rainbows?
As I'm calling for Pink to grab Jack and as I'm assessing how much poo I've actually gotten on the side of my flop (because all I care about is making sure it doesn't get on my naked foot) I feel, rather surprisingly, like my other foot is being stabbed with tiny needles. It took me 1.2 seconds to recognize that I was feeling pain because I was so focused on wiping my shoe on the grass without spreading the poo any closer to my skin (yeah, I know, I could have just taken it off my foot to wipe it on the grass but that would have been too easy and then my hand would have been too close to the poo).
Right, so here I am with one flip-flopped foot in shit and the other one attacked by fire ants.
Brilliant.
On a bright note from the weekend, we got Jackers his first pair of Chucks. Also brilliant.