Wrapping up started projects left and right around here. Here is the other dresser finished. It's amazing what 3 cans of white spray paint can do!
Goodbye Butterflies
12 years ago
Saturday, May 9, 2009
"From The Window In The Kitchen, To The Fireside By the Chair..."
Wrapping up started projects left and right around here. Here is the other dresser finished. It's amazing what 3 cans of white spray paint can do!
Friday, May 8, 2009
"Can't You Hear The Thunder? You'd Better Run, You'd Better Take Cover..."
Long, wordy post. Advice needed at the end. Hang in there.
Story updates:
First of all...Thunder. Was let off his leash/dog run and he went down the street and BIT the crap out of my friend, Carrie's thigh. Seriously, if she'd have let me, I would have taken a picture of the bluish/blackish/purplish bruised bite mark he left behind. The dog is EVIL.
Carl-
I went outside to get the mail yesterday. Noticed that Carl's lawn has been mowed. "Hmmm, I wonder who mowed for them?" I think...CERTAINLY it isn't Carl, who just suffered a heart attack/stroke or whatever and is forbidden to drive ever again.
Why yes. It IS Carl, and HE is on the riding mower himself. He is now driving his mower back and forth through the weeds in an empty lot next to him. He appeared to be having some trouble going the direction he wanted, and I was hit by a flying rock when he went over some gravel. something doesn't seem right about the situation, but I decide to mind my own business and go inside.
Later that night, Aaron is out front talking to Barb, (Mrs. Carl) and it turns out that only minutes after I went inside, Carl drove the mower down into a ditch and got it stuck between some trees.
Carl. You are old. Don't Drive. Even the mower. Just don't drive.
Barb offers Aaron the riding mower for $200 just so Carl can't sneak out and drive it anymore. Then, poor Barb tells Aaron that the POA stopped by their house, and another (way down the street) and made them clean up stuff from their yards. Carls yard is immaculate, but apparently, someone had a problem with the house down the street, so on their way to ticket the other neighbors, the POA also decided they have a problem with a scrap wood pile that Carl and Barb had back behind their house (neatly stacked under a tarp) next to the empty lot. She had a huge hassle getting rid of it, being all old, and not having access to a truck anymore. I wish they'd called on us for help. They're trying to sell the house to move into an assisted living facility, and I feel so bad that they had the stress of dealing with the POA over stuff in the yard that no one can even see.
I think they might suspect that WE are the one's who called the POA on them. I assured her that if I am going to call on ANYone, it will be on the house behind mine.
Marge and Ross-yeah the one's with the underwear clothesline and all the tacky yard crap ornamentation. Their yard is like a freaking Mary Poppins Bag. Evertime I look outside, there is a new 6 foot bird feeder stand, or windsock nailed to another tree. It never ends.
They PAINTED their cement walkway for crying out loud! The rocks, the front porch...turquoise and purple. The wind sock. The pinwheels, the plastic geese, the spray painted STUMPS, the new clothesline that was put up ONLY to house 3 NEW bird feeders last week. I can't take it anymore. It's like a yard flamingo and a garden gnome mated, and then the evil tacky spawn threw up out there.
I've had enough. I decided to confront Marge about her yard crap. It's starting to spill over into OUR yard now. I can't take it anymore.
I WANT to call the POA (architectural committee) so I don't have to stare at 90 yr old underwear on the line every couple of days (sadly, someone over there is incontinent, as they are washing a LOT of chonies lately).
I can't do it though. I fear that technically, my daughters's swingset is also against POA regulations, because it is not wooden. If I call on Marge's underwear and ceramic fairies and 100 bird feeders and purple driveway and red and yellow boulders that are bright enough to stop traffic in the middle of the night...I might be asked to take down my swing set. So instead I suffer in silence for the sake of my children having a play structure.
I DID, however, politely let Marge know (in my best fake concern voice) that the POA have been making rounds in our neighborhood, and she should probably do something about (at LEAST) the painted rocks, or they are going to be flagged and asked to take everything down.
Her response was surprising.
Marge: Oh, I KNOW they're making rounds. I called them.
Meg: YOU called?! (that the?!) On WHO?!
Marge: Oh that house on your street, down aways. The one with all the antiques in the backyard. I pass them on my walks once in awhile, and I don't like looking at their junk. I called the POA.
Meg: YOU. No. Seriously... YOU. Y-You? With all the yard stuff? YOU called the POA on someone else? Really? (I'm speechless. What do I even say to that?!)
Marge: I certainly did. They should know their yard is tacky. The POA asked for my name, but I wouldn't give it to them. I don't want the neighbors to be mad at me.
Meg: Well, they also stopped at Barb and Carls...and they'll probably be at your house next.
Ross: We're not moving ANYthing until they tell us we HAVE to.
All is fair in love and War, Marge. Game on.
Here's where I get ghetto fabulous. Is if bad if I tuck a letter like this in Marge's mailbox?
Dear Resident:
An anonymous complaint has been placed in your neighborhood regarding excessive yard ornamentation. The following items in your yard are against village code and must be removed from your property:
yadda yadda yadda (detailed list of yard crap that bugs me most)
Please take care of this problem immediately.
and that's it. No, "sincerely the POA", or anything. Just a note letting them know they violating village code, to scare them out of putting up more windmills or painting more rocks. They've even hung a bunch of hanging flower pots with FAKE flowers in them next to their topsy-turvy tomato plants.
Will it be enough? Will they suspect I wrote it? Is it too deceitful to convince them that the POA will be hunting them down any day now?
Is this a bad thing to do, or am I justified?
Story updates:
First of all...Thunder. Was let off his leash/dog run and he went down the street and BIT the crap out of my friend, Carrie's thigh. Seriously, if she'd have let me, I would have taken a picture of the bluish/blackish/purplish bruised bite mark he left behind. The dog is EVIL.
Carl-
I went outside to get the mail yesterday. Noticed that Carl's lawn has been mowed. "Hmmm, I wonder who mowed for them?" I think...CERTAINLY it isn't Carl, who just suffered a heart attack/stroke or whatever and is forbidden to drive ever again.
Why yes. It IS Carl, and HE is on the riding mower himself. He is now driving his mower back and forth through the weeds in an empty lot next to him. He appeared to be having some trouble going the direction he wanted, and I was hit by a flying rock when he went over some gravel. something doesn't seem right about the situation, but I decide to mind my own business and go inside.
Later that night, Aaron is out front talking to Barb, (Mrs. Carl) and it turns out that only minutes after I went inside, Carl drove the mower down into a ditch and got it stuck between some trees.
Carl. You are old. Don't Drive. Even the mower. Just don't drive.
Barb offers Aaron the riding mower for $200 just so Carl can't sneak out and drive it anymore. Then, poor Barb tells Aaron that the POA stopped by their house, and another (way down the street) and made them clean up stuff from their yards. Carls yard is immaculate, but apparently, someone had a problem with the house down the street, so on their way to ticket the other neighbors, the POA also decided they have a problem with a scrap wood pile that Carl and Barb had back behind their house (neatly stacked under a tarp) next to the empty lot. She had a huge hassle getting rid of it, being all old, and not having access to a truck anymore. I wish they'd called on us for help. They're trying to sell the house to move into an assisted living facility, and I feel so bad that they had the stress of dealing with the POA over stuff in the yard that no one can even see.
I think they might suspect that WE are the one's who called the POA on them. I assured her that if I am going to call on ANYone, it will be on the house behind mine.
Marge and Ross-yeah the one's with the underwear clothesline and all the tacky yard crap ornamentation. Their yard is like a freaking Mary Poppins Bag. Evertime I look outside, there is a new 6 foot bird feeder stand, or windsock nailed to another tree. It never ends.
They PAINTED their cement walkway for crying out loud! The rocks, the front porch...turquoise and purple. The wind sock. The pinwheels, the plastic geese, the spray painted STUMPS, the new clothesline that was put up ONLY to house 3 NEW bird feeders last week. I can't take it anymore. It's like a yard flamingo and a garden gnome mated, and then the evil tacky spawn threw up out there.
I've had enough. I decided to confront Marge about her yard crap. It's starting to spill over into OUR yard now. I can't take it anymore.
I WANT to call the POA (architectural committee) so I don't have to stare at 90 yr old underwear on the line every couple of days (sadly, someone over there is incontinent, as they are washing a LOT of chonies lately).
I can't do it though. I fear that technically, my daughters's swingset is also against POA regulations, because it is not wooden. If I call on Marge's underwear and ceramic fairies and 100 bird feeders and purple driveway and red and yellow boulders that are bright enough to stop traffic in the middle of the night...I might be asked to take down my swing set. So instead I suffer in silence for the sake of my children having a play structure.
I DID, however, politely let Marge know (in my best fake concern voice) that the POA have been making rounds in our neighborhood, and she should probably do something about (at LEAST) the painted rocks, or they are going to be flagged and asked to take everything down.
Her response was surprising.
Marge: Oh, I KNOW they're making rounds. I called them.
Meg: YOU called?! (that the?!) On WHO?!
Marge: Oh that house on your street, down aways. The one with all the antiques in the backyard. I pass them on my walks once in awhile, and I don't like looking at their junk. I called the POA.
Meg: YOU. No. Seriously... YOU. Y-You? With all the yard stuff? YOU called the POA on someone else? Really? (I'm speechless. What do I even say to that?!)
Marge: I certainly did. They should know their yard is tacky. The POA asked for my name, but I wouldn't give it to them. I don't want the neighbors to be mad at me.
Meg: Well, they also stopped at Barb and Carls...and they'll probably be at your house next.
Ross: We're not moving ANYthing until they tell us we HAVE to.
All is fair in love and War, Marge. Game on.
Here's where I get ghetto fabulous. Is if bad if I tuck a letter like this in Marge's mailbox?
Dear Resident:
An anonymous complaint has been placed in your neighborhood regarding excessive yard ornamentation. The following items in your yard are against village code and must be removed from your property:
yadda yadda yadda (detailed list of yard crap that bugs me most)
Please take care of this problem immediately.
and that's it. No, "sincerely the POA", or anything. Just a note letting them know they violating village code, to scare them out of putting up more windmills or painting more rocks. They've even hung a bunch of hanging flower pots with FAKE flowers in them next to their topsy-turvy tomato plants.
Will it be enough? Will they suspect I wrote it? Is it too deceitful to convince them that the POA will be hunting them down any day now?
Is this a bad thing to do, or am I justified?
"Yo Soy Un Hombre Sincero..."
Cinco de Mayo...as if we NEED another excuse to eat Mexican food around here!
the pony pinata. Usually, pinata's come empty, so you can fill them with treats. This particular pony came STUFFED with paper that was packed SO tight that Aaron had to slice n' dice little holes in it everywhere to pull the paper out and make room for candy. He tried to cut holes in inconspicuous places to keep the pony in tact. If only I'd taken a picture of Aaron fishing paper out of the trap door he cut under the tail...and then shoving Hershey mini's back through the crevice one it was emptied. It was hilarious.
The pony was violated.
Pinatas.
Not just a children's game anymore.
Quincy kept yelling "naughty pony!" every time it was whacked with the stick.
The highlight had to be our friend, Dave taunting and teasing his kid and swinging the pinata out of the way....one too many times. He took a nice beating from his kid right as he reached for the cord. Who's the "sissy" NOW, Dave?!
CANDY!!! And that's a typical FHE in the Willy House. Spicy food. Candy. A message no one listenst to because of all the candy. Fun Friends. Hitting stuff with a bat.
Celebrate, we did.
the pony pinata. Usually, pinata's come empty, so you can fill them with treats. This particular pony came STUFFED with paper that was packed SO tight that Aaron had to slice n' dice little holes in it everywhere to pull the paper out and make room for candy. He tried to cut holes in inconspicuous places to keep the pony in tact. If only I'd taken a picture of Aaron fishing paper out of the trap door he cut under the tail...and then shoving Hershey mini's back through the crevice one it was emptied. It was hilarious.The pony was violated.
Pinatas.
Not just a children's game anymore.
Quincy kept yelling "naughty pony!" every time it was whacked with the stick.
The highlight had to be our friend, Dave taunting and teasing his kid and swinging the pinata out of the way....one too many times. He took a nice beating from his kid right as he reached for the cord. Who's the "sissy" NOW, Dave?!
CANDY!!!"1 2 3 FOUR 5. 6 7 8 NINE 10. Eleven Twelve. Eleven Twelve."
Remember this?
This was the inspiration for my baby nursery.
I found those super cute 1 2 3 4 prints for sale online via babiesrus.com.
For $122.99 EACH!!!
They offer numbers 1-10. That is $1,200 for wall art for a baby nursery! (NOT including shipping or tax, mind you)
ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!
Who the heck is going to spend that kind of cash?
So on Tuesday, I made my own, to match MY nursery:
12 bucks. total.
This was the inspiration for my baby nursery.I found those super cute 1 2 3 4 prints for sale online via babiesrus.com.
For $122.99 EACH!!!
They offer numbers 1-10. That is $1,200 for wall art for a baby nursery! (NOT including shipping or tax, mind you)
ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!
Who the heck is going to spend that kind of cash?
So on Tuesday, I made my own, to match MY nursery:
12 bucks. total."My Lovely Lady Lumps..."
Ever heard of The Hooter Hider?
It's a nursing cover.
SO adorable, and I hear that once you've used one, you'll never go back to using a regular old blanket to cover up. It's a nursing cover.
Having breastfed 2 babies without one, and a third on the way...I was intrigued.
Are they really THAT fantastic, or is it just a fad.
Unfortunately, they cost anywhere between $35 and $38.
But nearly all of my friends have one.
Since "everybody's doing it"...I decided I'd give it a try....But NOT FOR $35!!! I'm not a real conservative nurser to begin with...so that seems like a lot to pay for someone else not to get a look at my lovelies. Shouldn't they be paying ME for a peek?
My friend Britney and I made our own Hooter Hiders today and they are just as cute, and I am amazed that the pattern is nearly identical to the store-bought version.
$4.10 for 1 yard of fabric$4 for a package of boning (one package has enough to make several covers if you wish to make extras to give as gifts)
$1 for "D rings"
2 1/2 hours sewing and hanging out with friends. FUN!
Cute right? 
I know you're all disappointed to be missing out on the peep show......then again, maybe not. This is the third kid. Things ain't so pretty anymore.
I'm still pretty proud of us. We made them so quickly and they really look just like the expensive version. Imagine how cheap they would be if you already had the fabric? And so cute! What a great gift. Thanks for the idea and the help, Britney!
"Guess Who's Back...Back Again...Shady's Back....Tell A Friend..."
Thank you GENO! After he discovered that it would cost near $25o to have the Geek Squad fix el lap top, Aaron brought it home to see if he could do some of the recovery work himself. Days passed and Laker games were watched, and I grew frustrated with the er...lack of progress in the fixing of the computer department.
Then Geno stopped by.
He took the laptop.
He brought the laptop back from the dead.
He even cleaned the PB&J stain off the laptop that's probably been there for months.
It's up and running better than ever. Thank you, Geno...you're a genius.
SO many posts to come. I'll be posting stuff for the next 24 hours, so check back often for updates. I had a nice little break from the internet...but I'm glad to be back in touch with what's going on in the world. And by "world" I don't mean foreign affairs, pandemic flu, or the US government. I mean I'm glad I can get back in touch with what's happening in MY world. Like do YOU know what's on sale at Hobby Lobby this week? I do.
Thanks Geno.
Updates and pictures of our many projects soon...we had a busy week around here!
Then Geno stopped by.
He took the laptop.
He brought the laptop back from the dead.
He even cleaned the PB&J stain off the laptop that's probably been there for months.
It's up and running better than ever. Thank you, Geno...you're a genius.
SO many posts to come. I'll be posting stuff for the next 24 hours, so check back often for updates. I had a nice little break from the internet...but I'm glad to be back in touch with what's going on in the world. And by "world" I don't mean foreign affairs, pandemic flu, or the US government. I mean I'm glad I can get back in touch with what's happening in MY world. Like do YOU know what's on sale at Hobby Lobby this week? I do.
Thanks Geno.
Updates and pictures of our many projects soon...we had a busy week around here!
Friday, May 1, 2009
"Everybody's Workin' For The Weekend..."
Thanks for all the b-day wishes! I had a great day and am feeling very very loved! Our laptop is currently in "the shop" and in the good hands of the Geek Squad. Hopefully, I'll be back to blogging soon, and that we'll have our computer up and running again by the time Big Willy gets here.
Speaking of which...
As of my appointment on Tuesday morning, I am 70% effaced and dilated to almost 2 cm! Woot! Baby will be here sooner than we think! FYI That's about as detailed as preggo meggo updates will get. I don't believe in throwing the words "membranes", "crowning", or "epesiotomy" out there without fair warning. Don't expect to read about any of that here, but considering my progress so far, and size/location of the baby, Baby Doc estimates Big Willy to make his debut sometime by the 18th of May.
We plan to induce on May 26th if we have no arrival by then.
Had a FABULOUS baby shower/Birthday bash last week. I'll post pics as soon as I can. It was WONDERFUL, and thanks to everyone to came to shower me with love, good food, and clothes for our little guy!
Painted the other dresser and have plans to paint the walls in the nursery this weekend...well, have plans to watch my recruited helpers paint the walls in the nursery this weekend.
Had a rockin' garage sale and made some sweet moolah off the pile of stuff in my garage that otherwise would have been donated to Helping Hands. The remainder has already been dropped off and I'm enjoying the extra space in my garage!
Finished the Baby Book. I've made a 13 month scrapbook calendar for each of my kids to document something each day from the first year of their lives. I'm really happy with how this one turned out. It's pretty cute. And...goes without saying...pics to come soon, hopefully!
The kids are actually NOT sick. YAY! Hope it lasts.
Am currently dropping off the girls at hotel Kasey and Jimmie for the night. Aaron got a gift card to Shogun (think Beni Hana) from his Assistant, so we're kicking off the weekend with a fun dinner. We'd originally planned to stay the night in Branson, but that idea was vetoed by the Baby Doc. We're going to head over there for the day tomorrow for kid-free outlet shopping, uninterrupted conversation, and Culvers for da belly. Yum.
So there's the Willy House Weekend Update.
Hope everyone is well. Gotta go...
The Butterburgers are calling.
Speaking of which...
As of my appointment on Tuesday morning, I am 70% effaced and dilated to almost 2 cm! Woot! Baby will be here sooner than we think! FYI That's about as detailed as preggo meggo updates will get. I don't believe in throwing the words "membranes", "crowning", or "epesiotomy" out there without fair warning. Don't expect to read about any of that here, but considering my progress so far, and size/location of the baby, Baby Doc estimates Big Willy to make his debut sometime by the 18th of May.
We plan to induce on May 26th if we have no arrival by then.
Had a FABULOUS baby shower/Birthday bash last week. I'll post pics as soon as I can. It was WONDERFUL, and thanks to everyone to came to shower me with love, good food, and clothes for our little guy!
Painted the other dresser and have plans to paint the walls in the nursery this weekend...well, have plans to watch my recruited helpers paint the walls in the nursery this weekend.
Had a rockin' garage sale and made some sweet moolah off the pile of stuff in my garage that otherwise would have been donated to Helping Hands. The remainder has already been dropped off and I'm enjoying the extra space in my garage!
Finished the Baby Book. I've made a 13 month scrapbook calendar for each of my kids to document something each day from the first year of their lives. I'm really happy with how this one turned out. It's pretty cute. And...goes without saying...pics to come soon, hopefully!
The kids are actually NOT sick. YAY! Hope it lasts.
Am currently dropping off the girls at hotel Kasey and Jimmie for the night. Aaron got a gift card to Shogun (think Beni Hana) from his Assistant, so we're kicking off the weekend with a fun dinner. We'd originally planned to stay the night in Branson, but that idea was vetoed by the Baby Doc. We're going to head over there for the day tomorrow for kid-free outlet shopping, uninterrupted conversation, and Culvers for da belly. Yum.
So there's the Willy House Weekend Update.
Hope everyone is well. Gotta go...
The Butterburgers are calling.
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