I feel like so many blogs right now start with this: “OMG fall is my fav!” Well, that is true statement for me as well, except I’m going to save you from the token selfie with a bulky sweater and psl. You’re welcome. If you’re wondering what a “psl” is…Wow. Just wow…but don’t feel bad. … More Back on the Wagon: and other adult-related things.
Yeah, Yeah I know. You’ve heard me bitch and moan about this topic for months. But seriously. Life after drywall…whaaaat do I even do with myself. I’m so used to being covered in dust, that I may or may not have panicked a little by being so…clean. There are serious withdrawals from doing something so … More Life: After Drywall.
Welp. Things have been nuts around these parts. And I don’t mean “nuts” like the almond butter in the cabinet I’ve been eating straight out of the jar for comfort . “Welp” as in, whaaaaaaat the hell. Suddenly my summer is over, and what do I have to show for it? A whole lot of … More Troweling while Training, and… Nervous Sweats.
That’s right. This damn soil. Good thing I amended soil because look at my garden now! What to do with all of this squash? Pie. Yes. Pie. Here’s my current favorite recipe from Pinch of Yum that will help you use some of your bounty. (Note: I don’t eat cheese much, so I omitted all … More Sonofa Bentonite!
I’m terrible at relaxing. In fact, I probably have a borderline work-a-holic tendancy…okay, maybe that’s a bit of a stretch, but the point is, is that this house is bringing up my issues. Which is why Michael’s mandatory vacation for me turned out to be a really really great idea. I didn’t just chill at … More There and back again.
I’ve been at the pool…for the last two days. Reading, sunning, breathing dust free summer air, and not giving a damn about the house. Let me explain. It all started two weeks ago when I decided our guest room wasn’t exactly…ah guest friendly. Take a look at the wall texture. It is sharp, and could … More The Room that had me Throw in the Trowel.
Bubbles…I prefer them in champagne or in a bubble bath, but not in my drywall mud. They will ruin your day, or for that matter your week. They equate to full stop with troweling progress, excessive backtracking, and a hell of a lot of sanding…which basically means, mud bubbles make you want to rip your … More Dirty, little…