Grocery Store Watermelon Cake

Sadly Unpacking

It took me nine months to get my cabinets organized the way I want them.  The promise of a dish washer lures me on. 

Involuntarily Motivated

We have been planning on remodeling our house since before we closed on it.  We weren't planning on being forced to do it. 

These are pictures from last night's carnage.  Its kind of overwhelming to be here and see it in real life.  I'm kinda shocked.  Its so weird to see your house destroyed before your very eyes.  I can't imagine being in Daniel's shoes.

Our living room with squishy water stains

Squishy water stains going down the hall

This is the wall in our shed that backs up the washer/dryer cubby hole in the kitchen.

The emergency house cleaner guys with their equipment.

Our nasty, dirty, old concrete floor after the carpet and the pad was pulled up.  I never imagined so much dirt.

Our living room after the furniture was moved around and the carpet pulled up

Bathroom floor being ripped up

Our extra bedroom sans carpeting

One of eight fans

One of two dehumidifiers

Kitchen cabinets

Boots scraping up the kitchen floor

We're Takin' On Water!

Everybody knows on my call nights I stay at the funeral home, right?  I really miss Boots when I have to spend the night away from him so we usually talk on the phone as much as we can and call each other if the other one can't sleep or something.

At 1:28 AM, in the middle of a great dream, I got a phone call from Boots.  I expected him to say he couldn't sleep and wanted to talk.  Instead he said that he got up to get something to drink and stepped in two inches of water that spewed out everywhere from a water line running to the ice maker in the fridge.

He said he was going to clean it up with towels (I thought he should have used the shop vac) and we hung up and I tried to go back to sleep.

I called him back and told him not to get his silly self electrocuted from all of our appliances being in water.  We hung up again.

I called him back in a panic because I had just realized that the insurance people would have to come in our house and look at the damage and they'd see our mess.  I begged him to wash the dishes and fold up the clothes on the couch before they got that.  (Boots got kinda ill at this point, saying that I was worried about the wrong things at a time like this.) 

We hung up again, but I couldn't sleep for a while.  I was still pretty worried about the insurance lady that we're on a first name basis with coming in our house and seeing how bad I've been failing at my first year of housewifing.

I got kinda mad when I realized I had just scrubbed the floor this past weekend.  On my hands and knees.

Somewhere in the middle of going back and forth between being mad and being worried I went to sleep and didn't wake up until I got some picture messages from Boots.

Wanna see?

Our kitchen

Our hallway

The living room going to kitchen

Since then, the insurance people have came out and they've called in a clean up crew who have been busy for going on four hours ripping up all our flooring, spraying chemicals to ward of mildew, and setting up fans.  I've taken lots of pictures to show you, but I'm too tired to post right now.  I'll share tomorrow.

I Knew It Would Happen Someday

Boots just called me and said we have an inch of water all through the house.

Yay for Husbands!

I Iz Burito

I don't likes it

Today I......

*cleaned the fish smell (hopefully) out of our garbage can
*did 7 loads of laundry
*watered and weeded my little garden
*played with an ornery kitty
*washed 2 loads of dishes
*pruned my rose tree
*cleaned the cat box
*vacuumed the carpets
*went grocery shopping
*watched 3 hours of Pawn Stars with Boots
*took a nap
*gave the cat a bath
*drank two homemade iced coffees

I want you to know this post sucks. 

I had it all planned out in my head, I was going to write about how I found this great glass beverage dispenser by accident at a super clearance store at an excellent price (60% off at $11.25) while shopping for shorts (thisclose to buying a hot pink pair) and new blue jeans. 

I was going to write about standing in line for 20 minutes! behind two Indian (real Indians, not Native American Indians) women who haggled with the check out girl over 5 blankets and three bag fulls of kids clothes.

I was going to write about how clean and pretty it was after I got it home and washed it up and poured it full of cold coffee and called it a wonderful night and couldn't wait until morning!

Then the blessed thing leaked! 

And I had to change the title from "Cheap Thrills and Borrowed Ideas" to "Complications Arose, Ensued, Were Overcome" and hope that someone caught that random movie reference.  Then my dang post erased itself!

Not a good time in blogland tonight.

I had plans to point out the only flaw I could find (until it leaked coffee everywhere.)

And instruct you all to inspire the sparkly on top of the handle.

Oooooooohhh, ahhhhhh!

And question what is this tear drop-shaped glass "birthmark" is.

But I got aggravated and just threw it all in a regular ol' tea pitcher and slammed it down in the fridge.

But after a coupla hours of catching up on my DVR and g00gling "glass beverage dispenser parts" to no avail, I decided to take the dang thang apart!

Just a little twist here and pull there and I had three pieces in my hand.  For kicks I put it back together, to see if I could and hope that miraculously fixed it.

Whaddoya know, all it needed was a good tightening and it was just as I had imagined, although a little later than I'd hoped.

Hallelujah.

Oh, yeah.  The "Borrowed Ideas" part came from here.  Check it out if you're like my husband and convinced I'm a mad scientist in the kitchen.

I Told You I Got a Kitten, Right?

Plantin'

Before

After

Last Night

Day Three

It's a well known fact that big dogs have bone problems when they get old. We've known she's had hip dysplasia for a while and medicine has helped, but the problems are worse now. She stumbles like a drunken sailor on a sea-tossed ship. It's arthritis in her spine and a box of pills that may or may not help. Here's hoping.