Friday, May 30, 2008

My older son's bedroom makeover

My son's room needed to be painted and he had outgrown the "Country Dog" sort of theme that he I found an Inspiration Room on the Internet and this is how it turned out!

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He loves his new room! Which is nice since he is a teen and all ;)

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Sunday, May 25, 2008

Crochet Chair Doilies...Now I Get It!

Ok, when I first went to my husband, Velo's parents' house, in 1990, I had to laugh to myself about the old fashioned crocheted chair cover doilies all over the place...of course, I was about 22 years old and 'knew it all', like most 22 year olds;)

Over the years, I still would laugh to myself when I saw them...even though, as I got older, I did appreciate how comfy they were when I sat down on one, to dine with my in-laws on stuffed cabbage, grilled pork butt steaks, tomato and cucumber salad with goat cheese and other tasty Yugoslavian, do I miss my mother-in-law's cooking...she died in 2006 :( was a couple of years ago when I discovered that hey...I wish I had some doilies on my kitchen chairs, lol. At our old house, we had wooden chairs, so they were relatively easy to keep clean...although, not so comfortable to sit on...but here, at the new house...we have upholstered kitchen chairs...bad, bad idea! They were trashed in no time, especially with my 3 men in the house (yes, I will blame all of the slobbiness on them, this is MY blog afterall)....

If only I had embraced this Doilie craze that my MIL did. Her chairs were always clean (and comfy!). My chairs are beyond embarassing and not very comfortable if you sit on the part where it looks like someone took a bite out of the seat.

So, let's hear it for the doilies...maybe they will make a comeback, I can see it now, on HGTV...Host: "What you need are some DOILIES!" Well, maybe not...but all I know is that whenever I see a doilie at my in-laws' house, I will sit down, think "Ahhhh...." in my head....and wait for the stuffed cabbage to be passed my way.


As close of an example that I could find on the net...but my MIL's were usually just a circle or square shape, kind of thick and just sat on the chair, they were not tied down, see the pic at the top.

Saturday, May 3, 2008

Bella & Robert's Not So Excellent Adventure!!!

Ok, so Robert and I go grocery shopping at VG's, all in all, uneventful and if you have heard about my shopping adventures with Robert, you will know that that is a remarkable feat within itself.

Then we get home and Robert is on the back deck playing in the sandbox, while I bring in the groceries and put them away. Again, uneventful, life is good.

I make my sweet boy a little lunch and he eats it outside while I am still working on the groceries. What a glorious day!

Robert then comes in, it looks like it's going to rain, so he is ready to come in. I get out the turkey, lettuce, canola mayo and whole wheat pita (hey, I can eat healthy, I just choose not to most times, lol/sigh..) I'm getting ready to chillax, kick back and have lunch, ahhhhh! Yep, it's just the little things in life....

Oh, wait, the sandbox is still open, better go close that before it of you know how anal, pessimistic, end of the world is coming I, I am exaggerating for those of you who don't know me that well, but I am someone who always comes prepared, ask Velo about me, he will tell you all about it,, when I go outside and Robert is inside, I unlock one of the other doors, because the little precious son of mine loves to lock us out of the house...but, he was in the other room and I was just going out for a, it's ok, right?




"Crap!" except, I didn't say crap...but anyway, it' all right, this is not the first time, won't be the last time, he will eventually open the door for me, no big deal, just a little frustrating. I can deal with it though.

So, I sit at the patio table, with my darling boy looking at me, pointing and laughing...great, I'm a freak show for an almost 4 year old, I am so very proud of my accomplishments! Then, he starts calling me, "Mom...oh, Mommy....!" and I am ignoring him, figuring this is the sure fire way to get him to open the door...taps knuckles, stares at deck wishing it was already cleaned and stained because it sure looks tired....but no, no door opening is going on...ugh.

But then, wait, what is that I hear...Robert is at the laundry room door and is he, yes he is...he is OPENING the door!! I get up and run over there and say, "Oh, Robert, you opened the door....."



He came outside to join me and locked us both out. "Oh Fudge!", except I didn't say Fudge.

So, then he starts crying because the light bulb went off and he has discovered that he no longer has access to his toys, his juice boxes, and that now he is part of the freak show and the cat is laughing at us sucks., this is all right, I can deal with this....we start walking down the driveway and now I am in search of a cell phone, any cell phone, to call Velo to come home and rescue us. Should I turn left, right, left...right, it is....

Now, I should tell you, if you have never been to our house...everyone has at least an acre and many homes sit way off of the just walking next door can be an adventure...alrighty, the first house, I don't see their cars, they're not home...on to the 2nd house, walk way up there, in the humidity, thankfully it is not raining...yet. The dog is definitely home, he won't stop barking, enough already, doggie....ok, they're not home....on to the next house, and another dog, this one is outside, but he's small, but nope, they're not home, either....does anyone stay home anymore???

So, down the long and winding road, we go, me, in funky slip ons that belong to Zach and are too big for me and Robert in his frog clogs and his blanket dragging along...what, you didn't think he didn't have his blanket, did you? It goes everywhere with him, even on this journey.

I need water, I could drink a mud puddle at this point, but ok, I will try to think lemony thoughts to get my juices flowing instead...hooray!!! What is that I see in the distance? My lawn fertilizing guy at someone else's house! Whoo-hoo! I flag him down and ask to use his cell Velo...who, is not happy about leaving work, but then if you know Velo, you should have expected that response, the guy is a workaholic! But after a few anxiety-ridden exchanges, he agrees to come home.

So, Robert and I turn around to make the journey back up the hill, in the humidity, in our ill-fitting shoes and blanket dragging behind us. Then, Mr. Fertilizer Guy creeps up behind us and tells us, that gee, he is going to our house next, lol, alrighty then, we'll see you there, I say, with my sweaty, red face smiling away...thinking to myself that I wish that I was anywhere but here, in fact, I'd really love to be in Istanbul, Turkey, but that's another blog

We make it home, hang out, pulling weeds, reading the free local paper that was delivered while we were away and basically just waited for our knight in shining armour to arrive...and he did, here's Velo to save the day!!! Whatta guy!!!

So, all's well that end's well, it didn't even rain until we got in the is good!!! :)
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