Work Day #1

When we recently had a moving sale for my grandmother's things that didn't go to her new assisted living apartment I found something I've been looking for for quite a while.  A big old bakers rack.  Nothing fancy.  Great for storage.

You see, I've had a dream.

A dream to organize the pool house a tad bit more.  Anything would be better than what we have now...complete chaos. 

The bakers rack was originally brass but it appeared to have been painted and then someone had started to strip it. Basically it was a mess. So I went spray paint shopping. A can of primer and two cans of Key Lime and I was ready to go.

I have an obsession, it's sanding blocks.  Know what those are?  If not, take a trip to Home Depot and buy some.  You'll want to sand everything in site.  That's how I am. 

I wanted to sand some of the loose paint off.  About 30 minutes in I was about to scream.  There's a lot of connections.  Several different sizes of rods.  And just too much to do.  Since it was going to be in the pool house loaded down with pool needs, it was time to move on.

I didn't look back, I just primed away. 

Then it was time to see the lucious Key Lime.  Except it looked nothing like the lid.  Instead of a nice green it was like a neon green.  But I was committed.  And like I said, it was just going to be in the pool house.

So here it is.  The color grew on me.  And if you don't look too closely, you don't see the still peeling paint. 

Right??

And everything that has never had a place to reside, now has a home.

Day #1.  Done!

Sniff Sniff

My family left yesterday...and I sat on the couch...and did nothing else. 

Well, I did do a little something.  I read blogs that I follow.  I haven't done that in about 6 months. 

I didn't come anywhere near catching up.

I did accomplish one tiny little thing, I worked more on my plan for what I wanted to accomplish this week.  That counts, right?

So now I guess I better get up and actually start some of them. 

Anyone have a crowbar??

Shawn's recliner and I are bonding...and it doesn't want me to go.

Camp :):

My family leaves for camp Sunday...at 10 a.m....and I'm already sad.

I have plenty to keep me busy.


Here's a glimpse at my To-Do List.


*Scrape, prime, and paint the south side the house.
*Rake up two months worth of Magnolia leaves.
*Spray paint and Rub & Buff all the frames over the piano
*Make old frame into a bulletin board type thingie with chicken wire.
*Clean the house
*Clean out several flower beds
*Re-stain an area of the porch
*Visit them all day Wednesday:c)

*Have dinner with a good friend.
*Keep the dog alive.

*Try not to die of lonliness.

Wish me luck because the only thing I'm excited about is seeing them Wednesday.

Oh boy.

Eos Adventures

I'm deeply in love with this car.

I might need to seek help.

I'm looking for excuses to go places.

Need me to run some errands for you?

Kidding.  Sort of.

Since it's a hard top convertible the top goes into the trunk when it goes down.  That means the trunk space is not exactly huge.  But who cares??  It's an awesome convertible!  But the trunk size became a problem when McKinley and I were doing the usual shopping at Sam's.  As we were walking out the door with over a hundred dollars of purchases, it hit me.  We were in the Eos.  How in the world was everything going to fit.  I started picking out things that would fit in the back seat when McKinley told me to stop worrying, she knew she could make it fit.  I just stood back and watches while she symmetrically put it all in.  I was quite impressed. 

But when I went to Wal-Mart alone recently I again worried as I walked out to the car.  I had the trunk and the whole car to fill but I knew the sound of the plastic sacks rustling in the wind would drive me over the edge on the way home.  So I just started shoving.  And shoving.  And pushing.  And hoping.  And it fit.

So maybe my trunk is bigger than I think. 

Since then though, we've found its limits.  A poster board will not fit.  It's about 3 inches too long.  And...a watermelon.

But no worries. Reagan said she'd take care of it. And she didn't think it would be safe enough sitting in the empty seat next to her.

I'm so glad she took such good care of it because that thing was delish!  Of course, with my grandpa's picking method, we very rarely get a bad one:c)

Shimmers After Hours

We got a nice surprise last night.  Our sweet friend Debbie and her girls Amanda and Emily came to visit!  I had been noticing her Facebook status updates and knew she was in a different town than the one she lives in, but didn't know where.  When I got a text asking if I wanted to go to Shimmers, I knew they had to be in our town!  They were close enough to buy a few things to help with dinner, and far enough away that I had time to pick up our cluttered house!  After a dinner of grilled pork quesadillas we sat down to talk but soon knew we had to head to Shimmers.  It's a tradition. 

Shawn had somewhere else to be, and McKinley and Kennedy were both gone for the night, so Reagan and I took Amanda and Emily in the Eos and Debbie followed in their car. I don't remember what time we got there...but we didn't leave until it had been closed for about 2 hours. After sitting at a table and eating we slowly walked to our cars...and talked for the next 2 and a half hours. And the three girls? They played.

In the car.

In the grass.

In the storm drain.


In the parking lot.

And when the sprinklers started, they played in the galoons and gallons of water that poured out of the broken sprinklers.
 Um, gallons.

Right next to the little building that Shimmers is in there is a small grassy area with tables. There are probably 4 sprinklers there. 3 don't do anything, and 1 pours water over the curb and down the hill of the parking lot. It was a river of excitement for the 3 girls. They did pretty well in staying dry, mainly just got their feet wet. That was good since they had an hour and a half trip home. But then it happened...the fountain.

I really think they need to check the sprinkler system in this shopping area. 

Know what happens when 3 girls who have been playing nicely in a river of water see a fountain?  They instantly get wet. 

Soaked.

To the bone.

And had an absolute blast doing it.  How could we stop them?

Debbie had blankets in the car for her girls but I didn't know what to do.  We don't keep anything in the Eos for these situations.  But when I opened the trunk I saw Shawn's emergency scrubs.  Since he's always on call he put those in their to ward off call-ins while we were out breaking in the new car.  So Reagan got wrapped up in those.  And looks pretty stinking cute!

And another interesting tidbit about Shimmers...I received an exciting comment on a post about Shimmers.  You can read it here.  Yep, I consider her a celebrity and love that she found my blog!  Maybe she'll find this one and know to have the sprinklers checked!

This should help get the info passed on to the right people:c)