new TV!!

We have been living in our house for 10 years. It is a great house but until recently the living room was plagued by an 67 inch by 100 feet Godzilla of a television (spell check made me capitalize Godzilla.)  I felt like it was lurking behind every turn to make me cringe.  Being the patient wife that I am, I waited until my husband was ready to release it.  I wish I had a before picture.  While I was biting my tongue and surreptitiously placing best buy mailers around I worked on the new console.  Once again determined only use what I had already, I set off to make a new home for my imaginary TV. Three things I learned.  1. you need two people to cut a piece of bamboo on a table saw. 2. never start a job 6 months before it can be installed. 3. get a biscuit joiner because joining different kinds of wood just because you refuse to go buy new stuff is hard. 4. I know I only said 3,  it is hard to teach yourself to install second time around hinges. must watch more youtube.



Now we can even operate all the crap through the pegboard!    I think it turned out great for my first shot at such a long piece. My family thinks It looks like it lives in a pineapple under the sea.  It does!!!

did I mention I only learn by messing up? and backwards?

I have moved on to more intense part of the porch renovation. I have already completed the new lamp, side tables and made the new throw pillows, like i said backwards. The porch is littered with my creations while I move them around again and again to gain access to some kind of rotting wood.  The second mistake was the first column. I didn’t realize or didn’t investigate the support structure for the porch roof fully.  After blowing 5 dead members of a mouse family that had some point taken up residence in the column into the garden, and then one by one extricating them from my puppy’s mouth (sometimes only tails)



I started chipping away at the wood. There was no support inside this column.  When I removed the wood  I got real close with my crow bar really quickly, and slid some new 2 by 4 ‘s in.  knowing it was supported I sat down to think.  AHA moment and I started in on the other column.


my husband steps out briefly.  Husband “whatcha doing?”

me “jacking this baby up!”

husband “okay, have fun”

me inside my head “good man”


worked like a charm, now onto to the trim.







snuggling maggots.

Despite what the teenager might think I do not exist to embarrass her.  I only take advantage of it when it produces such utterances as “they look like snuggling maggots.” My sweet non nature loving almost 14-year-old, thinks my obsession with seed pods is weird.  For her entire life I have been attempting to convince her of the beauty and awesomeness of seeds. Well it hasn’t worked yet.

Today as we were driving along a very busy road I pulled over and told her to jump out and grab three of the gigantic seed pods lying about on the ground.

Her:  MOOOOMMMMMM! do you have any idea how stupid I am gonna look!

Me:  Well then make it fast and make sure they aren’t rotted out.

Her: Mom you are sooo weird!

Innocent bystander:  Yea I was just thinking that those things are crazy weird.

Her: I was talking about my mom.

Me: (laughing hysterically)

When she gets back in the car she is laughing with me.

Her:  But I still think your weird.

Meanwhile, on the rest of the drive home I listen as she tells me of her day.  Pretty much standard day, with a few teacher anecdotes, she had me laughing so hard I almost forgot about my gigantic seed pods. She is still entertaining me as we sit in the driveway so I pull out my seed pod. I am enthralled.

Me: feel it.

Her: ewwwwwe

Me: oh my gosh smell it. It smells so good.

Her: ewwwe no. look at this funny picture.

Me: That’s a good one, send that one to Uncle Will.

Her: I’ll send it to him on one condition.

Me: K

Her: That you never make me smell your snuggling maggots.

Me: It does looks like snuggling maggots.

Her: Oh No mom are you totally gonna blog about this?

Me: Yes dear, yes I am.


LOOK how big they are and lime green.

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