November 4, 2010


Here is what I will prob look like all weekend... (this is me lugging a 98 pound bag of stucco. Why would they make bags that weigh this much? WHY?)BUT here is what I would like to be doing this weekend:

Anything inspiring...
Anything involving talking to my husband about anything other than cabinets or paint...
Anything involving this- sub kitty for a clean Huntley...Anything in Greece, I want to go back...
Anything that would be as sexy as this...

Home- Move In and Week Four...

Well... I cant find my camera amidst the chaos but I will update soon.

Today I attempted to clean up the yard a little. I put on a butchy outfit and sat on the steps not knowing where to begin...
Before- South cornerAfter- a trashcan full of crapola and nuthin to show for it. At least my fat ass broke a sweat. And even though she is a very bad girl and pees on our beautiful new carpet, this little angel has put up with the construction better than he or I. Here she is, covered in dry wall and epoxy and happy as a sunbathing clam... love her. (yes, that is what all of my floors look like after sweeping).

November 2, 2010


is hard. We had to be out of our apartment by last Sunday- which means that ready or NOT- we had to move in to our home now. So we did. The drywall has not even been fully sanded or brushed or sealed, so not even close to getting painted. Our floors are not done. Our closets are not done. Our electrical is not done. Oy! I am trying very hard not to complain. But OY!

We have workmen in and out of the house from 8am until 4pm... Oy!

AND- it has been a bit of a stressor for the man and I. I know we will get through all of this. I just cant wait to have a semi-complete house and my loving smiling husband back. I think date night is in order. Only every night is booked with home shiiiiiiiiit and its not like I have a kitchen to cook him a meal in. I dont even have a washer or dryer so that I can fill up his drawers with clean socks and undies and polos. And I cant find where I packed my craft goodies so that I could make him a little card to put on his pillow.

This too shall pass.

November 1, 2010

Happy Hands!

I have been listening to this non stop while packing/unpacking. It is seriously my religion at this point. It reminds me of the dance clubs in Mykonos and makes me a happy girl amidst a sea of drywall dust and bad electrical...Thank you Audge for sharing this little sweety: