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  • I meant to get this out earlier, how did Thursday get here so fast?!?!

    I just went through the

    This isn’t even really the before I started pulling things on to the back deck before I realized I should take a before. The whole problem with this thing is the organization "style" of the previous owners/renters. It went something like this: Oh you have something you want to hang up? Stick a nail in the wall, how about another? and another? Or you have something a little bigger how about a freaking redonkulous shelving unit made of three inch thick lumber? And support that with a wimpy 2×4 so it only looks sturdy and indestructible.
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    (that would be the white shelves there, so handy at about ten inches deep). And see that board behind the bikes? Turns out it’s a piece of sheetrock. I mean what?
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    We really were not utilizing this space well at all. And don’t let the wide angle fool you, the  garage is a whopping 9 feet wide, so no car will fit in there (if you want to open your doors). So I did what I always do in this situation, got out the graph paper and made a drawing to scale. With little movable piece of furniture and shelves. The result?
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    Heaven. The tool chest is open because Bj was working on a project, but you get the idea. We still have a little work to do. Like finally finishing those doors in the back (but hey, at least they’re primed now). This is some serious good progress. We ripped about five hundred (okay 175) nails from the walls and took down all the hokey scrap wood shelves to make this Ikea beast:
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    It’s Broder baby! I’m excited about it now, but that’s after two trips to Ikea (an hour away) because they were out of a key component (the wall supports). That is all our camping and Christmas stuff in there, and still lots of empty bins! The big space is for Bj’s backpacking gear, he just needs to hang up hooks before he drags all that up from the basement. Speaking of the basement; now that the little storage room down there is free of things that should have been out here all along I’ve been able to get my art cabinet down there and free up more space in the corner of the garage.
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    That is another Ikea unit, an Antonius system of drawers. We have all our screws, nails, bungees, etc. up here now too. Also freeing up space?
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    Proper use of rafters. We’re not really sure about the weight limits of our plywood shelf so right now it has old stretcher bars and canvases of mine, the chairs I’ve yet to paint, and our gigantic tent. We also stuck the old french doors that I found in the basement up there. Bj wanted to get rid of them but I just can’t do it, they are so charming and you know someday maybe we could put them somewhere.

    So everything is cleaned out, the craftsman cabinet Bj inherited was a big project. He cleaned it I organized and labeled everything. The bike stand is installed (though my low step bar frame doesn’t actually fit on it, just under). Ladders are hung. We just need to make a work bench and do a few little things. Perhaps our favorite fix can be seen on that first after shot of the garage. See that basket hanging from the garage door? When I first moved in I had no mail box or slot. In old neighborhoods like this the mailman walks around and will bring mail up to your house if you have a slot. So I knew I wanted one, but the door didn’t have the right front for cutting one out. I asked my (super friendly and nice) mailman if I could put it in the garage door instead, he said no problem. So our mail has been going all over the floor in there for almost two years. We’ve tried putting baskets and bins under the slot but it always misses. I had thought of a hanging basket a while ago but never implemented it. My friends it’s genius. It’s on two cup hooks hooked into the garage door. Then I took wire clippers and made holes in the cheap target paper bin, and threaded it on the hooks. It doesn’t even need to be taken off to open the door! And then mail? Right in the bin, every time. Ahhh success.

    So that was a pretty long post just about my garage but we did spend three entire days working only on that and I’m very happy to have it done. I’ll see if I can come up with something a little more creative to share soon. Oh and Bj wanted to share this:
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    "Bj what are you taking pictures of?"
    "The new bike rack."
    "Why?"
    "For your blog"

    Hmm okay. Well there you go blog readers, a new bike rack. You may notice, as I did, that it only holds one bike. Not exactly picking up on the fun couple activity joint bike riding is, is he? Grrr. He said he had to test it out first. I hope another is on the way!

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  • Dudes today I took grandpa to the back and spine doctor. We’ve been to this doctor before and grandpa loves the guy (you know as much as he is able due to his um, lack of trust with the medical profession). The doctor, Dr. Heros (I know! And he really is) was in the Army and since grandpa is all about his military service, it is a match made in heaven. I love that this doctor always takes the time to actually talk to grandpa (which means he has to yell to him basically), and listen even when grandpa goes off on a tangent about getting hooked on dope (prescription drugs). Grandpa has never been hooked on prescription drugs but for some reason he lives in constant fear of it and occasionally he likes to quit everything cold turkey, which leads to pain and comments like, "just take me to the morgue." Now I’m not a huge medicine fan myself, but the things grandpa says crack me up.

    Here’s grandpa on a pack of pills he returned because they made him "doopy"

    Grandpa: "so where are these made, Afganistan?"

    Dr. Heros: "no, it says here they are made in Canada."

    Grandpa: "but they’ve got poppies in them."

    Dr. Heros: "No these are made in a lab."

    Grandpa: "I don’t want to get addicted to the poppies."

    Dr. Heros: "I assure you sir these are on the up and up, nothing black market about these."

    Grandpa: "okay now take a look at my trigger finger."

    LOL I had spent the whole time in the lobby trying to convince grandpa not to bring up a recent blood test or the trigger finger to the SPINE doctor. He has this blood test showing that everything is alright like kidney function and the like. Grandpa starts laughing and says, "Can you believe this, my god damn doctor things I’m fine. Do I look fine to you?" I tried to explain that just like a bone scan wouldn’t show diabetes the blood test doesn’t show the bone problems, but grandpa would not hear that logic (that’s good logic right?). This is when I start to get ultra frustrated with the old guy. I mean we’re not trying to trick him. I don’t know if it’s his generation or what, but I would hate to live my life like that thinking everyone and their dog is out to get me.

    I did get him a new wheelchair today, we had just borrowed them before. I would borrow the retirement homes to get him down to the car. Then take it back. Then drive to the doctor’s. Then go in and get one  of their chairs. Then go get him. Then park the car. Then go to the doctor’s appointment. Then go get the car. Go get him and load him in. Then go take the chair back. So ya, it will save me a few steps. And the thing weighs 45 pounds pounds compared to the million pounds some of the others feel like. And can I just rant for a minute? If you are not handicapped please don’t ever park in a handicapped space. You would not believe how many people still think it’s okay to park in one for a minute or two. But if you already need all the time you have alloted to get a handicapped person out of the car and situated in a chair or walker or whatever you don’t have time to wait for the LAZY ASS who can’t park five spaces away to run in whatever he is dropping off. If you do that I have no sympathy. NONE. You are just asking for some major bad karma. Oh and also to the lazy guy who was sitting right next to the door staring at me the whole time I was trying to get grandpa over the threshold bump while keeping the door open with one hand and holding on to my handbag? I don’t like you either, get off your ass and help your fellow man.

    So I came home in a bit of a mood. Then Bj showed me this.

    You know what? Everything is suddenly better. ๐Ÿ™‚


    edited: Bj just sent me this link to all the video used for their Pork and Beans single.

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  • First for Erin
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    The cupcakes. Emilie brought a Sprinkles mix. When we got to the frosting part I realized we only had about half of the needed powdered sugar. I looked online for a substitute and it turns out you can get out the mortar and pestle and grind it into a powder yourself. So we did. And we still halved the recipe. If you make these you really only need half, they have you make a ridiculous amount of frosting. I love frosting and even I thought it was way way too much.

    It was fun to have Emilie over last night. She cracks me up. We went to the mall after school so I could check out the Half-Yearly Sale and replace my 15 year old hairbrush (they still make them!). I hadn’t been to the mall in so long. It is so much fun to people watch there, especially teenagers. We saw a great pass between two groups of girls. One group was in line with us at Auntie Anne’s, the others were doing a walk by. There was a great, "oh hey, how are you?" "oh hi guys, see you later." I wish I could properly get across in written words how laced the exchange was with bitchiness. It should have gone like this, "oh hey (it’s those girls we hate so much), how are you (did you break up with that boyfriend)?" "Oh hi guys (oh no it’s THEM), see you later (ugh we better not run into them again)." So bad, but so interesting. There’s always those girls right, the super bitchy ones. Yikes.

    On the way home we passed a new strip joint in town (yuck, yuck, double yuck). And Emilie goes, "so if you did that would you rather be called an exotic dancer or striper." LOL what? I thought maybe they are differnt, but I’m too afraid to put that in a search engine. That exchange reminded me of a silly thing we did in high school, where you figure out your stripper name. I said mine would be Rainbow Mimosa (first pet + street you grow up on) it could also be Rainbow Fir (that’s the first street I ever lived on), but that’s just too bad. We got home and asked Bj what his first pet was named (Nikki) and his street (Viewpoint). We started laughing, and he asked why. We told him and he said that we had it all wrong, "No, you take your middle name, make it your first, and then the nearest cross street. I know because at one time my stripper name was Henry Ruggles." Henry Ruggles, oh my goodness we could not stop laughing.

    This morning I had to get up early to take her to school (early for me equals 7:12am). I was so confused by the alarm clock I kept nudging Bj to turn his off already. It took almost a minuet of beeping for me to get it together and turn the thing off. Alarm clocks, ew. We drove to school and on the way back as I was driving with people tailgating, swerving, driving too fast, smoking in their cars, eating in their cars, talking in there cars, and looking really really pissed off in their cars. Look, it’s the best part of my job that I’m never out on the road during this apparently mean time. I don’t see how you can be so very upset. I mean it is early, but geez. When I see unhappy people it tends to make me more glad that my life is as good as it is. So I cranked up Vida la Viva (brilliant) and decided I would come home and cook real breakfast.

    I roused Bj, who gets the best sleepy face when he gets to sleep in longer than me. It’s a little smile that looks like he’s having the best dream ever. I went about making the BEST BREAKFAST EVER. My mom makes a version of this. I’m going to write it out because I think it’s a fantastic fast hot breakfast. Healthy, mmm, maybe, maybe not. First you take frozen hash browns.
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    Put a pile of them on a plate and microwave for three minutes. Meanwhile in a pan:
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    The key is half olive oil half butter. Heat up and melt. After hash browns are done in the microwave put them in the pan and brown on both sides. I figure we could handle a little bacon so I put some in the microwave:
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    I love bacon. I like the idea of being vegetarian, but I love bacon. This by the way is one of the only things I use paper towels for. Bj uses them for everything, ugh it’s a source of contention. How does he use so many??!?! Anyway take three eggs
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    Beat them with a fork. Set aside. Get out the trifecta (sp?) of seasonings:
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    Salt, pepper and Johnny’s. Best seasoning salt ever. As you can see, it is pure magic. The potatoes should be done (you flip them once to get them brown on both sides). So season them a bit, then pour the eggs over. This is the genius part, everything goes together.
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    Then you just cook until eggs are done! You can add cheese, my mom adds stuff veggies, salsa, and cottage cheese (right mom?). But I like it plain with a side of tomatoes and ketchup.
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    I don’t like cooked tomatoes but these varieties are quite good.
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    Eat!

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