Well, today I spent the majority of my time at Lisa’s house with her three year old grandson, Bryen and her son’s girlfriend, Megan. We worked hard and emptied out her entire kitchen, (except for the pantry), and put every single thing in any cabinet or on any counter top in her dining room on the table. Now if those SOB’s don’t show up to put in those cabinets tomorrow I will, personally find somebody to castrate. You just don’t take a woman’s, (or a man’s, for that matter), kitchen away from them and not follow through with your promises to give it back, only better.
Here’s Lisa, Megan and Bryen hard at work while I walk around aimlessly snapping pictures…as it should be.
Good Gawd. That was a lot of shit to move into the other room.
These pictures, I offer as proof of how badly she needed this redo. I have known Lisa for 13 or 14 years now and she has wanted to do something with this house for a very, very long time. Well she is doing it up right!
Her walls are sheet rocked and painted really beautiful earthy colors. It as so much fun picking out the paint chips! We even had professional help! (Lisa keeps telling me I need professional help… wonder if that’s what she meant…)
Living room with the couch sitting in the middle with the cushions upended. The cat and dogs are not welcome. Yet. The furniture isn’t coming back in yet. Still some touching up the painters have to do and SOMETHING has to get done about that fireplace wall. We have plans for it.
I love the paprikaish colored wall thrown in just for good measure! Lisa’s idea and she was on fire. It is a short little wall around the corner and is just one side of the foyer.
I wish I had pics of before it was painted! It was bad and dark, and paneled in the living room and the LR and hall, along with the kitchen, breakfast area and utility room all had tragic flooring. The living room was an unfortunate carpeting choice that she made years ago, (with me there assisting) and it was a horrible, stinky, stained mess. (Lisa and husband, Roger have two large outside dogs that tend to smell. A lot. And even with the giving of a bath, this is not rectified. Stinky. Dogs. They are supposed to stay outside, but someone I will not name, (starts with Rog and ends with er), tends to let the stinky dogs in when Lisa isn’t at home. I think he’s scared to stay by himself. I am sure he would dispute this.
This is in the breakfast room. Can you tell we had only just gotten started bringing stuff in here at this point?
They also have two small inside dogs and a cat. Housebreaking the dogs and having the cat puke hairballs all over the place for ages has just worn the sanitary out of the carpet.
The kitchen, breakfast area and utility room all had terrible old sheet vinyl that was original to the house, built in the 60’s. Now it is this awesome large Italian porcelain tile.
Strange side note: Every time Lisa takes pictures in her house with her camera she gets all those weird little circles and light spots on the pictures. You can see them above and I think in all these shots. I never have that problem so I brought my camera. These pictures are with my camera and there are still all the weird little spots. What’s up with that? Are they haints? If so there certainly are a lot of them and they better not smurf up the new paint job.
Oh! That’s the little antique oak table I am SO GENEROUSLY GIVING UP OUT OF THE GOODNESS OF MY HEART. (I’ll kill her if she tries to put that thing back in my garage.)
Ok. It pains me to say this but there is some bad news in the way of our friendship. I am afraid I am going to have to report Lisa to the SPCA. I even have photographic proof. Before I show you these disturbing pictures I will explain what has, obviously, been going on.
Lisa has been contributing to the obesity, (I mean incredibly obese), of these poor, over indulged squirrels. These poor guys don’t stand a chance if the cat ever gets out. I watched one of them attempting to… scamper(?) up a tree and let me tell you, there was no scamper about it. Poor squirrel looked like he was hauling a load of bricks up a ladder. He may as well have been.
She buy bags of mixed seed and seduces lures attracts these little critters from the surrounding yards with her own brand of crack. These guys can barely move.
There’s even a little one. A baby, that she is trying to get hooked at the moment.
I think this little guy is doomed. Here he is, so transfixed in his stupor he doesn’t even notice me.
Passed out Sacked out in a tree trying to recuperate.
Please remember these guys in your prayers… I don’t think there is a Jenny Craig program for squirrels…