There Will Be BLOOD!

Turkey day part 1 went down without a hitch but that also might be because I was simply a guest bringing a cake.  Nothing dangerous to worry about there.  We had such a good time with his family and playing Balderdash with his sisters and cousins was a blast!

Fastforward to yesterday at my mom’s house and we get a bit of a different story.  Brie is a cheese with a wax that can be removed so the cheese can be baked and results in a wonderful melty pot of heaven.  Removing the wax from a wheel of brie is no longer my job I’m guessing since the knife I was using didn’t like the idea of a quiet family holiday but instead had its mind set on bloodshed.  Yep.  Nothing like a holiday trip to get stitches.  At least the physician assistant that put humpty back together was fun to talk to.  Granted, I can’t like her too much since I was only given a script for some antibiotics and nothing to help with the throbbing I was experiencing.  Oh well.

I’m interested to see how much nerve damage I end up with after it is all healed.  I was changing my bandage today and noticed that there is a decent sized area that has lost feeling.  Could be fun.  So it goes.  At least I can still say that I’ve never broken anything… although maybe if I had broken something instead I would have good meds in my possession.

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No that isn’t a vat of blood… it’s Betadine.

Just Bags of Guts

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With all the strain that the tensions in Ferguson are causing near and far I would like to take a moment to remind everyone that we are all the same with just a few minor variances.  No matter our backgrounds, bank balances, education levels, family history, traumas, hopes, dreams, or memories: we are all the sum of millions of cells making up tissues which in turn make up organs and ultimately a body.  We are all the same bag of guts really.  It is the same spark of humanity we all carry.  So why would one bag of guts hate another bag of guts so much that they would intentionally inflict harm upon them?  I know that it is hard to remember that we are all the same especially when it comes to such a passionate issue as fairness.  Because that’s really what I see when I watch the news lately and it’s not just in Ferguson.

One person is killed in a carjacking… why?  Because the vandal didn’t think it was fair that the victim had something he wanted so he took it.  A building gets burned down in an arson… why?  Because the owner didn’t think it was fair that he pays so much for insurance on the building yet his bank account isn’t as full as he would like.  On Friday there will inevitably be news about fights breaking out in stores… why?  Because someone grabbed the last barbie/video game/insert-random-material-object-here as another person reached for it.

In this time of giving thanks remember to be thankful for your struggles as well as the blessings.  It is the battles we all fight, both big and small, that make us stronger and thrive.  I know this is a strange message but I feel that it is one that we all need to be reminded of from time to time.  That being said I wish happiness on everyone today and for the future.

A Look Back

TimeHop is an app that alerts you daily and pulls your pictures and posts from that date in previous years. Over the last couple of days mine has pulled pictures of when I was knee-deep in broken tiles and drywall during my bathroom remodel.

Originally, the bottom four feet of the bathroom walls were covered in tile. Yes, ALL the walls. Since the gold flecked white tiles were more fab 50s than I wanted they needed to go.

I’m pretty handy around the house and have the store map to Lowe’s burned into my brain. But this project was by far the most challenging I have ever attempted. I think simply because I only have one shower and if anything went wrong I would be stuck in a big way.

The demolition was both challenging and cathartic. I didn’t care for the clean up every night. After each destruction session I would have to completely remove all of the tiles, drywall bits, and dust that managed to get everywhere. I put up painters tarps over the torn up walls so that the shower would still be functional to some degree.

Once everything was ready I realized I needed more hands to put up the new drywall and plastic surround walls. I’m lucky enough that my parents live fairly close so they came out and helped with this part.

Once the shower walls were up I attacked the rest of the walls which meant learning how to mud over all the bad spots where the 60 year old tiles didn’t want to release easily. Smooth the mud over the walls, wait for it to dry, sand, sand, sand, and repeat until the walls were back to normal. Not my favorite part since it really challenged my OCD nature. I added some paint (walls and ceiling) and that part was done.

Next up… Learning how to tile a backsplash. This was my favorite part! It was tough on my back but still so much fun!

I’m almost ashamed to say how proud I am about how the bathroom turned out. I walked away from this project having learned so many new things. I am confident that I will use these lessons again in the future.

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Very Much Alive

Hemingway once said, “When you stop doing things for fun you might as well be dead.” I can’t help but agree with him and after all the fun we had this weekend during our anniversary trip I think we may just live forever.

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Table Rock Lake is a huge lake in SW Missouri. Branson (The elderly Vegas of the Midwest) is a part of the 800 miles of shoreline for those that are familiar. With over 43,000 acres of water to explore we had a blast fishing and tubing but the best part was getting two full days away together. The weather has been unseasonably cool so it was completely perfect camping weather. Goldilocks would have even announced it as just right.

We’ve had such a good year together and I can’t wait to share so many more.

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