Now all we need is a little paint touch up and some carpet.

Just in case you forgot what we started with.

Christina could not wait to put out some decorations.

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After most of the painting (we still have to paint the gray door).

Christina applying the stain.

During the staining process.

After most of the trim was completed.

I hate drywall!

Just For Laughs

I was six years old and it was grocery day with grandma. We bought the regulars: cream of wheat, sunflower seeds, lentils, and milk. While grandma was busy examining the selection of green apples, I walked over to the canisters of candy and shoved a few tootsie rolls into my corduroy pockets. As we were walking out of the store, I managed to discreetly unroll one of the goodies and shove it in my mouth. When grandma noticed I was chewing on something, she asked what I was eating. Quick on my toes I responded, “goose poop.”

Basement stairs update

The Basement

Here are a few pictures to update you all on our progress in the basement. We are now in the process of rebuilding our stairway. We are making it a little wider and a little more sturdy.

I will update as soon as I finish up. I would have been done tomorrow night, but I have to go play games.

Now I’ve Had The Time of My Life. . .Well Kind Of.

I watched Dirty Dancing in bed last night. This movie has always gotten to me. Perhaps it’s the way Patrick Swayze rumples up his nose during the final number, or maybe it’s the way Baby just can’t keep from laughing when Johnny tenderly caresses her armpit during their dance routine. Whatever it is, this movie contains more “swoon power” than any film ever created.

While watching the film, I told Scott that I wish I could dance. I have often thought about my dance skills, or lack thereof, and wished that I could really wow on a dance floor. After all, I should be able to dance--I am tuneful, dramatic, and have no sense of stage fright. However, in actuality, I am just a big, lumbering mess on the dance floor. I have no sense of rhythm, no style, and certainly no fluidity or grace.

So here’s the question: What skill have you always wanted to possess? And why?

Wii, Mii, Chi

Wii, Mii, Chi

I broke down and bought one. No, no, Tom, not a wii, but rather a Chi. This expensive hair toy is supposed to deliver “sensuously silky hair” with the potential to “straighten, flip, and curl.” Though they traditionally retail for $160, I got mine for $80 because it was in holiday packaging. Scott immediately mocked me--claiming that if I got a Chi, he was certainly entitled to his Wii. We will see. After all, the Wii cannot deliver a good hair day.