Missed y’all. I know, it doesn’t seem like it, because I just fall off the face of the earth for weeks at a time. But yet, I am here…doing well…and I hope you’re all doing well also!
Since I moved into the house, I have had this little bird issue. Starlings. Oy.
Because the eaves have not been repaired yet, (I know, right?? It’s like what the hell have I been doing!) the starlings love to build their nests in there. I do not understand why they can’t just be happy with the barn, but oh well. However, since they build in the eaves, each spring I have had an instance with birds in the house. I can’t lie, each time has shaved at least a year off of my life.
I knew where they were coming in. There is a hole in my closet, rather WAS a hole in my closet. However, I thought they were going up into the attic and then down through the hole in my closet. Well, a couple of weeks ago, I had the morning from hell and had two of them in the house. The worst part was, I had already been in EACH of the rooms they were in. So, when I strolled nonchalantly back in those rooms as part of my normal morning routine, I was scared to death.
Here is a little video of it. I apologize for the swearing in advance.
After that fun little morning, I decided it was time to tackle the hole.
See, what was alarming was I had known there was the hole that I could see. But there was this nasty shelf in the way. Until I demolished that, I had no idea that you could actually see daylight. The birds were not actually ever making it into the attic. If they missed their nest by a couple of inches, they were instantly in the house.
The good news, I noticed my room was quieter once the ceiling was fixed! Which brings me to an entirely different topic…
Do any of you living in old homes (that are being restored) find themselves compromising living standards that most normal people would balk about??
Anywho…back on track.
With a new piece of drywall securely in place (and now with the new roof, leaks are gone and the eaves will hopefully be done this summer, so that will be the end of this mess) and me sporting one of my fav Christmas presents from the best bro ever! I was ready to paint and put it back together.
Another fabulous mistint find for $9.00 and some shoe organization and WHAM!! No, the irony is NOT lost on me that when the house was built, the inhabitants were probably lucky to have one pair of shoes and now I am using this closet just for shoes.
That has been an ongoing collection….don’t judge.
I have also decided to paint the craft room closet this color instead of the bright blue/green…because I have enough left and I like it better. I really hate that damn blue/green mishap from the original stair project… read here if you’re brave enough to relive that hot mess.
In other news….hint, hint to the next big project….
I love doing my own stunts.
No birds were hurt in this post. Every single one made it out alive.
Have a fabulous week and remember….be kind. It ain’t worth the drama to be any other way.
As usual, months before I get a break from school, I start planning out what projects I am going to tackle. Nothing was different for Spring Break. Over break, the biggest project I wanted to get a handle on was the upstairs hallway.
I have officially done nothing upstairs. Primarily because I literally didn’t know where to start. It just seems like an endless stream of work up there.
But I knew I needed to. I also knew that once I did, I would feel much better.
So, I start planning and hit Pinterest hard for some inspiration.
I first fell in love with this idea.
But I also loved this.
So, I was faced with the challenge of combining these two concepts with colors that I wanted. I have been trying to put up a picture rail in every room I have done, so I was so excited when I realized I could make the whole hallway upstairs a bit of a gallery with the two tone paint.
Here we go!
First was dealing with the challenges of painting on steps. I needed scaffolding. Do you think we could find the community scaffolding between the 3 houses that make up the “community”?
Well, not until about 2 weeks after I was done. Thanks J-Town for that text.
But being the resourceful girl that I am, I managed to make it work!
The one thing I always under estimate in a project is the repair work. Especially in this old house. I mean, let’s be honest, you could literally repair forever…and never get it perfect. But I decided a long time ago, that I didn’t want it perfect. I want the house to look nice and that it has been loved, but it’s scars….they are a part of it’s history. So, I like the imperfections…plus, I don’t have that kind of patience.
In my head, I knew I wanted to go for more “period” colors, vibrant, strong and bold. I knew I wanted to have a dark brown picture rail and that I wanted to be able to use the hallways as a gallery of sorts for all kinds of fun stuff. So, with all of that in mind, I put together my palette of colors and got started. I have to admit, when I first started I was super excited. As I continued, I became progressively more and more nervous.
By the end of the work…I was flat out scared. I even tried painting the runs of the steps, thinking it would help. I couldn’t even bring myself to put a second coat of teal on to cover the patch work. But knowing how much work had been invested, I decided to live with it for a few days before I made the final call.
Three days later, I couldn’t handle it anymore. I tried to tell myself that once the picture rail was installed, it would be ok. But it wouldn’t. I literally could not handle it.
It was the Sunday before I went back to school and I was back at Home Depot that morning buying more paint.
I cried to Momma D. I had never been that off in color selection. Granted, I have been getting more risky in my old age, but all of them always turn out so cool.
Not this time.
So much teal that it almost caused a negative physical reaction.
So, I ended up staying the same color family as the ceiling, just a few shades lighter. I have to say, I love it a lot more! Plus, the neutral wall will work a lot better to use the hallways as a gallery. I still got my teal steps…which makes my heart happy. So, now that I have been living with it for a month, it’s time to finish the rest of the hallway.
Did I mention that the hallway is really big?
One month until Summer Break….no worries, the planning is in full swing! Lots of things hopefully will be getting done. That is unless I decide to spend the summer swinging in the hammock.
Bet you’re worried this is going to be a politcal soapbox rant.
No worries, nothing nearly that serious is going to occur here today!
It’s a guy rant soapbox. More specifically a dating soapbox rant.
What the hell is wrong with people???
I had a date on Friday night. Another winner.
First of all, the dude was late. Because he was getting dinner out of the oven for his 19 & 23-year-old.
Oh, hi umbilical cord….
Amway. He’s late. That didn’t earn you any brownie points dude.
So, we meet at this dive of all dive bars. Now, don’t get me wrong…I LOVE a good dive bar. Great people watching. But it’s hard to people watch, when you are the only two customers in the joint. Meaning, it put a lot of pressure on the dude to keep me entertained. Good luck with that. I am the queen of ADHD moments.
Within the first 5 minutes of the conversation, he rolls this line out.
“So, never married and no kids, what’s the red flag with that???”
I keep meeting jerks like you.
I mean COME ON!!! Since WHEN should that be ok to verablize on a first date (if ever)? What if I had had fertility issues? What if I had been with a partner and something had happened to them? Here’s a shocker….what IF…just IF….that wasn’t something that mattered to me in life? What if it didn’t matter to me that I SHOULD be married by some societal standard???
So, does this mean he doesn’t have red flags???? I mean, hey glass house…might want to watch where you’re throwing those rocks! He divorced after 25 years…and his reasoning was because she never wanted to go out and was a homebody.
Well, let me just stop you there darling. You just met the wrong girl. There is NOTHING I love more (especially this time of year) than a chill night on the couch with my Netflix account.
Regardless. If I didn’t have a fresh beer, I would have bailed. But I went to Ohio University, it’s ingrained in my brain not to commit such alcohol atrocities.
As the conversation continued to roll on, it seemed to level out. It was at least pleasant.
Now, I left out a pretty decent detail. I was highly overdressed for this place. I wore the dress that I had worn to school with tall black boots. This is important, because it led to the conversation about laundry. He asked if I hadn’t had time to change before the date. I simply stated that I had no desire to do more laundry.
I hope you’re all sitting down.
He looks at me like I have just sprouted green warts all over my face and states, “You only wear your clothes once before you wash them???”
Yes. I know. It’s horrific. I like to be clean, not smell and for the most part not spread the toxic germs I carry on my clothes from school to those I love more than absolutely necessary!
I politely responded that, yes, as a matter of fact I do a lot of laundry. Between my clothes, dog laundry…etc..
Now, mind you….he has a dog. A lab.
“My dog has a blanket, I don’t think I have ever washed it.”
Damn, another fresh beer. Damn drinking morals.
Let me get this straight…no, I can’t actually. I have to stop. Because I literally can visualize and even smell what not only the blanket looks like, but for that matter…I have a good idea about your home now. It’s too much. Even for my imagination. Minus more brownie points…
We were reaching the end of the evening and I politely turned the 3rd beer into a Diet Coke (which I could easily take with me…in a panicked rush out the door!) and wrapped this event up.
Time for the most dreadful part of the evening. The departure. Ugh. They are painful. Do you hug? Do you shake hands? How do you send enough body language to a dense lug that you have no interest in being mouth raped?
Yep, apparently I didn’t send enough clear body language that I wasn’t interested in a make out session. Plus, I am learning a few details about myself. I really need to be more secure in myself to tell these boys to go fly a kite and walk away.
I awkwardly got through the thing and quickly jumped in the car and fled. I actually laughed the entire way home and the idiocy of what I am doing to myself by trying to date. So, there is the silver lining…it’s all comical to say the least! Plus, it offers great blog topics!
Ok, soapbox rant done for the moment.
So, is dating. I am crawling back into my proverbial hole and hibernating for a bit. I’ll be back…but I need a break from the lunacy. Plus, there are project patiently waiting for me. This weekend, trying to make some interior storm windows. More on that later!
Peace out peeps!
Just a friendly update. Since I am STILL tinkering with online dating…. I got this message this morning.
I was tempted to respond with a link of this particular blog post. However, I am not sure he would appreciate he would humor in it quite the way I did.
I was told this week, via text…which was awesome….by someone I hardly know…which is even more AWESOME…that I was parsimonious with my feelings.
I immediately felt like an idiot.
I am a smart girl. But I had no clue what that meant. With a quick google search, I felt like even more of an idiot.
Basically, he was stating that I was frugal or stingy the context was slightly wrong…but I’ll let that slide) with my feelings.
How dare he!
He doesn’t know me!
How can a stranger try to peg me as frugal and stingy with my feelings!?!?!?!?!
Then I realized…maybe he is sensing that I had already erected the wall. The wall of bitchy. The wall of, “I don’t have patience for your drama so I am using a limited word count to finish any conversation with you.”
In that regard, he was spot on.
All of this brings me to this point…
Although there has been great interest from my friends and family to share the screenshots of what these lovely gems in the online dating world have sent me, I am trying to be the bigger person and not embarrass the crap out of these men. Even though, I am fairly confident that they wouldn’t have any idea that their behavior should be embarrassing as grown ass men.
However, I will share the following insights I have learned from my online dating experiences.
Correct grammar is imperative. I am THAT judgmental. If you can not write a sentence that utilizes basic capitalization and punctuation, you are officially on target with my kindergarten students. I refuse to date a 5 year old. Or even suffer through a texting conversation.
Do NOT lie on your profile. I was raised by a family of police officers. I am a teacher. I will see through your crap in two seconds. I will judge you for that also.
Use your brain. Don’t ask me my name. Don’t ask me where I live. Those two details happen to be posted on my profile (no worries peeps…not the exact location). But it tells me a lot about you, you are lazy and you don’t use your brain.
If I go so far as to come meet you…especially at your home. Try to make it look like you care enough about me to walk through the house and clean up the clutter and trash. Because when I walk into a place and immediately feel like you are really looking for a maid….I will peace out faster than have ever seen a girl move.
I am sure there are many, many more….but I don’t want to bore you with my rant.
If you are out there with me in the dating cesspool… Check out this article for more guidance and hope in this crazy world! I am going to see if any of the tips help weed out the scum!
Well, last night was the first night of the cleaning endeavor. I had to drag my dear friend “J” with me, because honestly…she’s a cleaning machine! So, we picked up our favorite pizza, had a bottle of wine and decided to tackle the kitchen and first floor bathroom.
We had just finished unpacking the car and were standing there getting ready to enjoy our first meal in the new house….that’s when it happened.
Or maybe it was more like,
Either way, we were standing completely still and it most definitely came from the other room. She immediately explained it away that there was a cat living in the house that somehow got in with all the people who have been coming and going lately. I immediately started talking to the ghosts and telling them that I was friendly and I just wanted them to be happy too. Either way, it happened. I heard it. We heard it.
Now, this is not my first old house to live in. My current house was built in 1929 and my parents house was built in 1939. However, this is by far the OLDEST house I have lived in. I am totally prepared to have some ethereal roommates. The good news, there won’t be an argument over whether or not the toilet paper should be over or under.