Thursday, March 26, 2015

happy doggieversary to meeeee!

Hi!  It's me!  Eddie!

First of all, I'd like to give a big shout-out to my Buddy Franklin, who told me it was okay to take over Mom's Blog.

This is only my second-ever post on Mom's Blog, and I wanted to tell you that it's my doggieversary!  Well, sort of.  It's my unofficial birthday!

Well, yesterday was.

My forever family adopted me 11 years ago (yesterday) and I was about two years old at the time, which makes!  Ish!

The reason I didn't get to post this yesterday is because Mom was hogging The Blog.  She keeps talking about something to do with how the "Homeys Talk" or something like that.  And she says if you missed yesterday's post, and if you think she's as funny as SHE thinks she is, you should "Def go check it out."

She keeps telling me I'm going "Def," but I don't understand what "can't hear shit" has to do with visiting yesterday's post.

Maybe I heard her wrong.

I love my family and they love me oodles and doodles.  Mom says she has more pictures of me than she does of her human kids.  By like a thousand percent.

So, in honor of my doggieversary, here are a bunch of pictures of me.  And Mom didn't pose me in any of them.  I'm just a goofy dog and I like to cuddle up with things, and snuggle into things, and have my tongue hang out because I don't have any teeth.

Mom and Dad always say I'm "ate up with cute."  That sounds like bad grammar to me, but what do I know?  (What a wino?)

Mom and Dad (and Emma!) think I'm just the sweetest thing in the whole world, and I'd have to agree. 

I'm so fluffy!!

I don't remember much about the people who had me for my first two years, but Mom and Dad must know something about them because they always call them Stupid Dumb-Asses for giving me up.

I'm glad they did because now I get meatloaf for first breakfast and eggs for second breakfast.

I like snuggling in Mom's coat and being camel-flazhed.

Sometimes I like to sit at the bar and see if someone will bring me a drink.

Gramma will!!

And sometimes I cheat when playing Cards Against Humanity.

Mostly I like to snuggle.  I got really comfy in this afghan.  Mom cracked up at my nose.  She called me Hannibal and I don't get it.

This was Mom's sham pillow from the old house.  It had a built-in snugglie and I really liked it.

Emma's duck was my bestie for a while.  Mom says you're going to think she posed me this way, but I did all these things all by myself.

But sometimes I just like to feel pretty, so I wear feathers.

But this is my new favorite place to nap.  Mom and Dad call it my Dogloo.

Thanks for visiting me today on my LATE doggieversary!!

Wednesday, March 25, 2015

kitchen storage solutions {hometalk curated board!}


My friend Danni at Silo Hill Farm posted a board on fairy gardens that Hometalk asked her to curate.  Danni also encouraged us to get involved with Hometalk if we weren't already.

Well heck, I always do as I'm told.  Like that time when I was little and my sister told me to go ahead and tinkle through my undies into the toilet.  And I did.  I have no idea why she thought that would be funny, or why I was stupid enough to do it, but I continue blindly following others' orders no I don't regardless of how they may affect my psyche.

This experience was much more fun.  And considerably drier.

Holy smokes.

I'd been on Hometalk less than a day, and they featured my Pot Farm! post on their Facebook page, and the results were nothing less than astonishing.

I nearly peed my pants.  Again.

Then Liz at Hometalk invited me to curate a clipboard on storage ideas.  I don't know what the heck curate means, so I look it up and now I have to assist a priest or something.

Maybe there's an old priest, a young priest, and a can of pea soup involved...but I digress.

I'm somewhat unsure about this exorcism, but...I soldiered on.

As it turns out, curating a board has nothing to do with anyone's immortal soul, which immediately put me at ease.  I had a fun time cruising through the site, coming up with some fun storage projects.  Naturally, I included my own.  I'm not above self-promotion.

see original post HERE

The folks at Hometalk created this great graphic (below) for me to share with you.  When you do that magical clicking motion on it, you will be instantly transported to the board I curated!  Beam me up!

Hey...there's my Pot Farm, right in the middle!

And please oh please I'm begging you to click on the picture and on the Pin button because it took me forever to figure out how to make it work and I don't think I can take it cause it took so long to bake it and I'll never have the recipe again.  Oh noooo.

Now, head on over to Hometalk and set up an account if you don't already have one.  It's a great way to grow your blog and find some great projects!   But before you go....

In other news, I had a service bulletin taken care of on my Jeep.  Now the transmission shifts like a dream.  This lead to a discussion on how happy we are we found the exact options we wanted...but Phil only has one complaint:

No spare tire.  And the tires aren't run-flats.  He TOTALLY fears for my safety.  Like, this keeps him up at night.  It's why he has sleep apnea not really.

Me:'s got a spot for a spare, right?  Why don't we just buy one and then I'll have one?

Phil: Well, it's not just the tire, we have to buy the wheel, too, and it's HUNDREDS of dollars.

Me: it as much as the headers you're going to buy for your Mustang?

Phil: {blink....blink blink...}

Monday, March 16, 2015

onward, kitchen soldiers! {pot farm!}

***Thank you for all your kind words and prayers for my mom...they worked!!  We had a terrible scare involving cancer, hospice, and an air ambulance.
It turns out, the doctors were WRONG!  Mom continues to improve...
Thank you Jesus, and Amen!***

Now...on with the post!

My sister came home for a visit last summer.  She lives in Alaska where she eats fresh muskox, sunbathes nude, doesn't wear deodorant, and doesn't shave.

Perhaps you really are what you eat.

not my actual sister

She's extremely opinionated (she would argue this description and say that she's simply right...about everything).

Her latest crusade is to rid all households of every ounce of aluminum.  "THOSE POTS ARE MADE OF ALUMINUM!  Don't use them unless you want to get ALZHEIMER'S!"

I replied, "Who are you and how did you get past my security trolls?!?  Don't eat my dog!!!"

I have an old set of pots (Phil bought them a long time ago--a very nice set) that are aluminum.  Gina freaked out.

So like a good little sheeple, I followed her to Costco where I bought a beautiful, shiny new set of stainless steel pots and pans.  They really are lovely.

I got home, ready to purge the offending aluminum, when I re-read the bottom of the pots.  WEAR-EVER ALUMINUM (Plus Stainless Inner-Clad)..... Oops.

And made in the USA. Yeah, like I'm going to get rid of those.

But I really liked my shiny new baubles, and since they weren't made in China, I decided to keep the lot.

The fact I'd already ripped the box open may have had something to do with it.

My first new kitchenware set!

But now I need somewhere to put all this crap.  Because my pantry is still the dumping ground tool shed.

My husband is a dang genius and designed a pot rack for my new toys. We stole were given some FREE rough-sawn cedar from our neighbor.  It used to be the paneling in their old restaurant!

Phil measured and cut the frame, and using his Kreg pocket screw Jig, drilled the pocket holes for the screws to connect the pieces.

It's Eddie-approved.

We bought 3/4" copper pipe, elbows, threaded fittings, and cast iron floor flanges to attach them to the frame. Philly (my hubby) soldered the fittings to the elbows, inserted the fittings into the flanges, then screwed them to the frame.

Don't hate me because I've got 2 inches on the window frame.

We bought a bunch of copper pipes because we thought copper would be cool.

The crossbars are not soldered to the elbows, allowing hooks to be added or subtracted at a later date.

Something is still not quite right...ahhh...there it is!

I printed and cut out my letters, tacked them to my board, then traced them.  Phil played with his router, then I filled the letters in with antique copper metallic craft paint.

I was initially going to add a marijuana leaf to the sign, but Phil was mortified.

"We're going to have neighbors over and they're going to think we smoke pot!"

Me: "What neighbors?  We have no friends.  No one is coming over.  Even if they do, do you suppose they have no sense of humor like you? Besides, it's our damn house and I'll do what I like."

In an attempt to foster an acceptable blood-pressure level, I decided to leave off the leaf.

But just for fun:

If you missed part one of Kitchen Soldiers! you can find it HERE.

If you missed part two of Kitchen Soldiers! you can find it HERE.

Coming up on Kitchen Soldiers!:

Crown Royal!

Stay tuned....

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Saturday, February 28, 2015

broken, but not defeated

You may recall my Christmas fail picture I posted on Facebook on, well, Christmas.  If not, here's a refresher.  My beloved Lolita piano wine glass:

You may even recall spying it in the following picture.  Cheryl, you know who you are.

Yes, I used it.  I do that with my wine glasses.  Even my favorite ones that I don't want broken.

Philly glued it back together for me, and it fell apart again.  I was a picture of desolation.  The glass is discontinued, so it's no longer available.

Unless you find one on ebay.  

Or, dare I whisper it....two....

Let me just say that Philly is rocking the Best Husband Ever title.

Because now I've got an awesome pair.  Of glasses.

He was very concerned they might not be perfect.  I'm thinking one piece is better than five any day of the week.

Unless you're talking pizza.  Or brownies.  Or pie.

So, what did I do to celebrate?  I poured myself some Pinot Grigio, of course.  I've got a spare glass now.

Besides, life is far too short not to enjoy a few of my favorite things.

Now go forth, and use something you've been saving for a special occasion.  Today is that day.  And you're worth it.

In other news, my mom is in the hospital.  My love for her is beyond words.  I believe in the power of prayer.  Anything you have to send her way will be appreciated beyond belief.


Sunday, February 22, 2015

onward, kitchen soldiers! {mighty morphin power range hood!}

I wouldn't blame Phil if he locked me in the basement forever.  I've insisted demanded sweet-talked my way into all kinds of fun gadgets he's never heard of or ever cared to install.

One of these gadgets is my Mighty Morphin Power Range Hood.

And I have my own Power Ranger to install it.  Isn't he sexy??  Yep, this is my Philly!

And because I don't like to be shown up a whole lot, this is was me.

He was moving a lot faster than I was.  In fact, I don't appear to be moving at all. 


Phil has been measuring, reading useless instructions, and cursing quite a bit.  He's been throwing out all these technical terms like "molly," "stud," "blocking," and "shim."

Occasionally I'll glom onto one of these terms.  Poor Phil.  He says "shim" and I instantly start to serenade him with, "Shim-shimminy, Shim-shimminy, Shim-Shim, Sharoo...."

He is not amused.

Thankfully, I am!  And that's all that counts.

Nothin' sexier than a man on a countertop.  Except, perhaps, a man doing dishes. 

The tile is completely grouted (Silverado unsanded by TEC, purchased at Menards), and sealed.  I'm now free to splash chili, spaghetti, and projectile vomit (it could happen) on my tile sans worries.

And let me say that sponging the grout off the tiles was the Shittiest.  Work.  Ever.  I totally get why people keep illegals.

Dropping followers in 3 - 2 - 1....

Of course, we most likely could have saved ourselves some trouble if we'd grouted and sponged in phases.  Not these gluttons for punishment.  Philly started packing in the grout, and about halfway through, I started sponging.  Neither of us imagined how long it would take to sponge the grout off, or how freaking hard the grout would get so freaking fast.  I wore off 2 complete fingerprints and my shoulders are permanently hunched.

what hump?
So, here's the range hood going up in stages:

And finally...

Stainless steel and glass are so sexy. 

Sexy is the word of the day in case you were wondering.

He had all the measuring and anchoring in place before the tiling began, so it was quite magical when the time came to hang it on the wall.

Magical and sexy.

And here's your BONUS for the day.  Do you remember this post, and do you know what this is?

Why, it was the fitting for another gadget that made Philly question my sanity.

My pot filler in action!

And here's the wall put together (so far).  See those holes in the tile?  Those are by design and will be addressed in a future post.

Coming up on Kitchen Soldiers!:

Pot Farm!

Stay tuned....

(If you missed the backplash post, you can catch up HERE.)

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