Monthly Archives: September 2010

Let’s Be Honest

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You might be here because you have to be. You know me. You feel obligated. Sure, it was fun when we were traveling the world and having fun, making friends, and taking names.

Now we are old and boring.

It’s not my fault! We were so cool. My life made everyone envious. Now I’m talking about my house waaaay too much. But I love it. And it’s where we are, and it’s still pretty amazing. I spent the day sanding and painting, and there was nowhere else I’d rather be. I got to cook my husband dinner, and his trip to Lowe’s was like, better than Christmas to me. I get that things change and it can’t be a holiday all the time, but actually, even with the house, it IS a holiday all the time.

I hate blogging about blogging. But, I thought about quitting, and I did a little bit. I have to tell you something amazing every day to keep you coming back, and I quit enough to let you find somewhere else to spend your time.

I found a lot of other fulfilling parts of life. But I missed my little space. Even if not a million people blog every day, I am more home at somegosoftly.com that facebook or twitter. I hope you missed me and are as excited as I am that I’m planning on bringing it back.

Rain Dance

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The window was taxing, but once we figured it out we realized doing the rest shouldn’t be too bad. And we might even get some help. But man they are heavy. And doing it our way is doing it perfect. You don’t complain about drafty windows and then put in new ones anything but air tight.

Fortunately for my very tired little body, the rain storm that came in put the windows off for a bit.

Unfortunately for my very tired little body, after a day of yoga and tv, relaxing and seeing friends, we are right back to work.

Now our house is doorless.

We bought all new gorgeous interior doors, and are taking out the old doors, jambs, and trim. It’s actually pretty fun. 

Except for the part when I realized all the yucky wood we were tossing out is going to have to be replaced, by new wood, which I will have to paint. I will be painting trim until the Apocalypse.

Windows

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This is me all weekend:

“Yay! The windows are coming, the windows are coming!”

One hour into having windows:

“These windows are heavy, ugh.”

Four hours into having windows:

“This is not good.”

Six hours into windows:

“Victory is ours! One window up and fitted, even if it has to be taken out, put back in, and framed and trimmed…”

And:

“It is going to snow before these windows are done.”