Archive | February, 2012

Wet and Dry Wall

24 Feb

When Steven King and I were first talking about buying a house, he had a condition that it be no more than 20 years old. I disagreed and since our house was built in 1965 you know who eventually won that debate. Steve McQueen wanted a newer house because newer house = less repairs and less maintenance costs.

That’s probably true in a general sense but not necessarily true on a house by house basis. But I remember telling Mr. Wonder that he would get bored in a newer house because he likes to do “projects”.

This is an undeniable truth about him. When his mom and dad come to visit (Hi Tom and Vicki) we always do projects. Since we’ve been in this house, they’ve helped us repair the water heater, wash the siding, trim the trees and bushes, pack up more than 20 30 gallon yard waste bags and, in one “Amanda wasn’t around” moment, take an entire tree out of the ground. Oh, and Boy Wonder and his dad also went on a scavenger hunt to track down a snow blower this fall…one which we have yet to use.

All this to say that I was not surprised when I walked into the kitchen today to find this:

(Don’t worry.  He didn’t nick the wires.)

Stevareno was sawing out our water damaged drywall. We actually talked about this in the car on the way home from work and Steve said, and I quote, “I don’t want to take out the ceiling until we have another piece of drywall to put up in its place.” **Cricket**

Patience is a virtue…acquired if you can…seldom given to women…and never to a man.

For the record, in the time it took me to write this post, that hole became 3 feet by 4 feet.



23 Feb

**Please excuse this post as it’s a little bit all over the place today.  I think it’s hunger.

The original intention of this post was to update you on the progress of our kitchen walls.  This past weekend we put the first coat of Gardz up (Gardz is a paint that acts like new dry wall facing) and the walls looked like this:

We actually did that Saturday morning.  Then on Sunday while I did the taxes, Stevie Gonzalez spackled a bunch of the holes and re-mudded one side of each corner.  So we’re further along than this picture demonstrates but not finished yet.

People have been asking me what color we’re going to paint the kitchen.  It used to be yellow which always made me think of this:

I don’t like yellow for the kitchen anyway because I desperately want a chalkboard wall in our home and the best color to go with black is white.  I know chalkboard walls are kind of old hash in the decorating world but I don’t care.  I am definitely doing it and am definitely going to play school on that wall.  Reggie can be my pupil.  Here are a couple of pictures to give you the idea:

Today I saw my first “Whiskey Plate”.  Here in Minnesota, if you get a DUI you have a special license plate put on your car called a “Whiskey Plate”.  Basically, it’s any plate that starts with the letter W.  It alerts other drivers, but it also gives the fuzz the right to pull you over at any time, for no reason.  You know, to make sure you’re sober.  They look like this:

It was interesting.  Mostly because the guy was driving like 75 MPH in the right hand lane and his car had very stinky and very visible exhaust.  Steve and I wanted to report him to the EPA.

Lent started today.  Normally I give up some type of food thing because I love food and it’s always a challenge passing on the Oreos in the grocery store but this year the mister and I are doing something different.  In an effort to get more done, we’re giving up TV.  I think it’s a good fast because I love TV and am going to miss zoning out in front of the boob tube (full disclosure: we are allowing one half hour of the news each morning as we like to hear the weather and traffic before we leave for work).  I am hoping to add into my routine an hour a week at the perpetual adoration chapel at a nearby parish.  And, in the interest of not taking things too far, I’m going to feast on Oreos, Cheetos, salsa, Dove Chocolates, M&Ms, donuts, homemade chocolate chip cookies (because, you know, I’ll have time to bake them and everything),  pulled pork sandwiches, and ice cream.

I had an amazing pulled pork sandwich one time at a restaurant in Duluth.  The restaurant was Sir Benedict’s and the sandwich was called the Cubano, in case you’re ever in the area.  Since then, I’ve been trying to recreate that sandwich after an email begging them for the recipe and promising I would not use it or sell it for financial gain or to put them out of business was denied.  I still have not gotten the recipe right but now, once I do, I will post it for the world to see and use.  Because everyone deserves a good pulled pork sandwich recipe.

Don’t stop bein’ Steven doesn’t like mustard.  I don’t like that he doesn’t like mustard.  It puts a damper on some of the things I want to cook.  He also doesn’t like sour cream.  Or ketchup.  Really, most condiments.  Which I find weird because if you ask me, the meal is just an avenue for the condiments.  For example, hot fudge on ice cream, gravy on mashed potatoes, whipped cream on pie, peanut butter on jelly.  I think I’ve made my point.


(Isn’t that the most beautiful picture of a mushroom you’ve ever seen?)

We had a couple morel mushrooms in our backyard last year.  Steve McQueen didn’t know what they were and pulled them out of the ground and threw them away so Reggie wouldn’t eat them before I could enlighten him.  I am hoping they come back so that I can eat them.  Mushrooms aren’t really something you grow in your garden.  And morels are outrageously expensive.  I bought them at the farmer’s market once because some guy talked me into it telling me that people loved morel mushrooms and there is even a festival devoted to them because they are so phenomenal.  But they were just okay.  Good enough to eat and good enough that I’d pull a free one out of the ground and make a dish around it but not good enough to pay $2.50 a mushroom.  Please.

One of our cars needs a major repair.  We are declining the service in favor of saving $1000.  However, because we know the car is on the fritz, Stevie Wonder and I have been discussing the possibility of a new vehicle…down the road when his car is completely useless, however.  Either way, we went back and forth about cars vs. SUVs for a while.  Neither of us really wanted an SUV but it’s hard to ignore the space.  We always have tight quarters when we need to travel home since we have to put Reggie’s crate in our car.  But that just didn’t seem like a good enough reason to get that kind of vehicle.  After all, the vast majority of our driving is city driving with just the two of us in the car. To and from work.  Then, a few days ago, we realized that all SUVs have started to look like minivans.  It’s as if the car companies decided to hide a minivan under the name and guise of an SUV.  See evidence below:

Can you even tell which one is the SUV?

I know they haven’t always looked like minivans.  I’ve definitely seen some cute SUVs but not the newer ones.

We finally got snow around here.  I think our total snowfall is up to 16 inches now for the winter.  I believe the average snowfall is in the high 50s of inches.  It’s been unusually warm and dry this year.  As it has been everywhere, I am sure.  We’re hoping for a wet spring.

Here’s a video of Reggie being a goofball in the snow.  Sorry there’s no sound.  I was going to set it to music but my song wouldn’t download.  Bummer.

Enjoy anways.