Saturday, February 1, 2014

Wild Week

Talk about an interesting week... We've had one!

Just the beginning...


(after a few days of melting)


Firstly, it never snows here.  The snow always hangs around north of us.  Occasionally, it will snow south of us just to make the school kids mad, but it NEVER snows.  At least, not enough to stick to the roads, and only an amount to warrant a snowman made partially of dirt.  Of course, on the day I have something to do, we get the worst road conditions from snow since the blizzard of '93.  For that, I would like to apologize to everyone, as this is all clearly my fault...  Ha!  Not only did I have an appointment, it was an appointment in Birmingham.  Did you catch the news?  Yes.  I was in that!




We had passed abandoned, crashed, and overturned vehicles on the way there, even watching someone spin about five donuts before saving it, but we had it fairly easy until this point.  Sure, it was slow because the roads were already covered, but this took it to the next level.  It was clear that this was going nowhere for a very long time.  It took a little over an hour to make it to the end of the guard rail you see ahead, and that's when the adventure began.  


Everyone else who had been on that interstate probably ended up stuck there for the next couple of days.  We didn't fare much better on the side roads, but at least we had more options.  Every detour we took gave us a new reason to turn around and find another detour.  For those who have never been to Birmingham in bad weather, it is actually quite hilly.  After encountering a neighborhood hill so steep that we had to drive on the grassy shoulder to avoid sliding down it, we decided to stick with the next semi main road we encountered even though it wasn't moving much.  We didn't want to become one of the vehicles in a pile at the bottom of some random street, especially since we saw a few drug deals going down.  Scary!  At this point, I started to wonder if we'd have to spend the night in the truck.  We were in the middle of a long stretch of road with no stores in sight, only housing, with cars as far as the eye could see ahead of and behind us and new idiots blocking oncoming traffic on the small, two-lane road every second.  It had taken us 4 hours to get to Birmingham.  Our hotel was only about 7 miles away, and we were stuck in endless traffic.  There was no way we could walk that far with our luggage and the dogs in what was now, most assuredly, solid ice.  We'd have to wait.  I'll spare you some of the other details of survival, but another four and a half hours of waiting got us to our hotel.  The wrecker services were our salvation, moving the abandoned buses, eighteen-wheelers, and piled cars out of the roadway.  

Once at our hotel, we soon discovered it was being remodeled.  Nice.  



Day 2 of our outing consisted of requesting a room on a different floor because the smell was so overpowering, it was impossible to breath.  They were very accommodating, and as you can see, all family members were immediately satisfied.  La Quinta, you're alright.


Another perk of our location was Okinawa.  NOTHING was open (with good reason), but these guys were there and kept us fed.  Yes, we had Japanese for lunch and dinner.  You'll hear no complaints out of this girl!



As you can see, the ones who did manage to make it to La Quinta didn't always get there unscathed.



Our saving grace, was this...


This is the truck I named Barney because it was a huge purple dinosaur.  We bought this Tahoe for next to nothing with the transmission sitting in the back seat.  Donald hauled it home and put it back together, and with over 275,000 miles on it, it simply refuses to die.  It's our only four wheel drive, so we decided to take it.  We only slipped once because the crazy person in front of us put on her brakes on a solid ice exit ramp.  Even then, Barney guided us safely through the ditch and back on the road with no incident.  Donald has since upgraded Barney's status to "The Legendary Purple Dragon."  Here's to you, Legendary Purple Dragon, missing wheel caps and all.  You are a Cadillac in my eyes.  

In addition to the snow excitement, we've had plans for months to see The Black Jacket Symphony perform Led Zeppelin's album "Houses of the Holy" and their greatest hits in Chattanooga, TN.  It was sort of a birthday trip for Donald and so fun!  We ate at Sticky Fingers, and another trip to Chattanooga may be in order just to eat there.  It was wonderful! 


The show was also no disappointment.  These guys are amazing, and they brought the house down.  One guitarist, Bryan Gibson, really stood out.  Just wow.  If he were a one-man band, I would buy tickets.  That being said, this whole crew was full of stellar musicians.  Note for note, you won't hear a better live performance anywhere.  The Tivoli is a pretty great venue too.  









And if all this wasn't exciting enough, my kitchen is still under construction.  Today, as I'm writing this, is Donald's 36th birthday.  He has a free pass from me to take the day off, but the first thing he does is get up and get to work on pouring the final countertop.  


Jazz is not a fan of the noise of the air gun, and thus, is my shadow.  


Another casualty of kitchen remodel- dishes.  This is me giving up.  I will let them soak here and wash them in the bathroom sink, I suppose, since we are running out.  Sigh...  At least the end is in sight, and my sweet birthday man is on it! 


Lastly, here are some additional pictures of our eventful week.



















  


Friday, January 24, 2014

Kitchen Update

Thank goodness, some things are finally beginning to come together in the kitchen again.  I can see the light at the end of the tunnel.  There will come a day when I can remove the pots and pans from my guest bed and place them back in the cabinets.  Today is not that day, but it's a start!

The concrete countertops on the two accessory cabinets are essentially done.  They are stained and sealed, only lacking the final shine.  I'm pretty excited about the results.  I will say, however, that there is a bit of a learning curve.  The rate at which the concrete absorbs the stain is something to be marveled.  I chose two colors, golden brown and gray/black.  The plan was to give the counter an all-over coating of the brown and later add accents of gray/black.  The brown went on without a hitch.  The black was slightly scarier.  The initial blob that went down soaked in much darker than I had anticipated.  Since this has been such hard work and the stain is very permanent, I lost a few years off my life when I saw the initial clash.  I quickly wiped it with a damp rag.  Thankful for water-based stain, I watered down my mixture and gave it another go.  Whew!  All is well.  The three coat staining process probably only took one to two hours, and I couldn't be more pleased!

Now, on to the next goals of finishing the bar for the cabinet, pouring the countertop around the sink, and a new tile backsplash.  A girl's work is never done!  (Well, a girl's husband's work is never done.)



Tuesday, January 21, 2014

Prime Goal

I love photography.  It's what I read about when I'm not reading school books, and it's what I do when I go somewhere new and intriguing.  One thing that I've read over and over but never committed to doing is using my prime lens more.  I love the flexibility my kit and zoom lenses give to me, but looking through my photos, the ones I really feel like I nailed were often shot with my prime lens.  It is a 50mm lens, and when the depth of field is perfect, the clarity is fantastic.  So, here, before you all today, I commit to more readily using my awesome prime lens.

These photos, from a session we did of my nieces, were both taken with my 50mm Canon lens.  These girls are beautiful all around.  They are kind, thoughtful, funny, talented, and just plain wonderful.  They melt my heart, and I think the use of this lens truly made the difference in bringing that feeling to life.  

Jenna

and Janie modeling like her big sister

This photo is a bit older and sports a completely different look.  We did a green screen session of Jessie for her Sweet 16 photos.  This, too, was done with the prime and is one of my favorite pictures.  She is deep, intelligent, free-spirited, imaginative, and lovely - another capture from the clarity of the prime.


Sunday, January 19, 2014

The Difference A Day Can Make

Seriously.  One day...  



A couple of weeks ago, we decided to change up our kitchen.  We had an old bar cabinet in the garage that matched, and since we needed more storage, we brought it in to replace the smaller one we were using.  Although I painted it a nice rustic black with gold edging for an antique feel to compliment the rest of the house, we were presented with one major problem.  The countertop didn't match.  Navy blue on black is not just a clothing no-no.  For this, we came up with the idea to replace all of our laminate countertops with concrete.  We could pour it ourselves to save money and have awesome, solid-surface countertops.  

We started out by practicing our technique on our old bar.  We moved it to the side, and it will be great extra storage in our dining area.  L-O-V-E it!  We have stain and sealer on the way.  It will be amazing when we are done.  


Next, we knocked out the countertop on the new island (and by "we," I mean Donald...)  Did I also mention this was all extremely messy?  Still, the end result- FANTASTIC!  I'm still in awe.  
(Don't worry.  There is a drawer for beneath the stovetop.  We just haven't put it back yet!)


The stovetop had previously been in the corner of our main cabinetry.  In it's former location, it was impossible to have any more than a one-man operation in the kitchen.  The oven, stove, sink, and dishwasher were all on top of one another, so moving the stovetop to the island solved a world of problems.  Plus, it looks totally sharp with that black cabinet!  

Moving on, I'm sure you are still wondering why we have a gigantic, gaping hole and missing walls in our kitchen now.  The plan was simply to pour new countertops on our existing cabinetry there as well.  The kink in that plan, as it turns out, is that the cabinets had been "modified" by someone previously.  We had worked on them before to put the laminate countertop in, but it became apparent that a complete overhaul was in order for them to support something as heavy as concrete.  The paneling behind the old cupboards was also not in great shape, so here we are.  We have demolished the old walls.  We're correcting wiring and adding more outlets, putting up backer board in preparation for tile backsplash, and adding new paneling for behind the cabinets.  Oh, and we're waiting on Monday to roll around so we can purchase the new cabinet we didn't know we were going to need.  Eek!  On the bright side, I have the vision.  It will be grand, eventually.  If it were easy, we would have done it a long time ago.  

Here are some more pictures of the project!

This was the island before.  It was a lovely sway-back shape with chipping white paint and navy blue top.

Jazz had to check it out.

Sanding. Sanding. Sanding.

The first coat of black.  Donald was worried at this point :)

Yeah, I went there.  The polyurethane was excessively stinky!

A few days, three coats of black paint, antique gold edging, and two coats of polyurethane later, this was my finished product.  I love it!  Now, if i can only get the rest of the kitchen back together!





Thursday, January 16, 2014

Welcoming the New Year with New Posts!

January 1, 2014
If You Do It, Do It Well

Happy New Year!  Today, I accomplished the impossible.  I flushed a toothbrush down the toilet.  I know what you’re thinking.  How might one achieve such a feat?  I was flushing murky cleaning water and forgot it was in there.  No sooner had I watched the brush spill from the bucket than the toilet automatically performed it’s magical flush, as it does when too much water is added, and swallowed up my utensil.  I had to confess my error to Donald since it’s definitely causing a problem.  Sure, I could’ve tried the denial card, but what do you say when your husband pulls a toothbrush out of the toilet when unclogging it?  “No.  I have no idea how a toothbrush (that looks exactly like the one I was scrubbing with earlier today) got there.”  Besides, you can’t see it, and I didn’t want him to, ahem, USE it, not knowing there was an issue.  The only thing I can imagine that would be worse than a toothbrush in the toilet is chasing said toothbrush with a little bit of poo.  Looks like a trip to Walmart for a new toilet seal is in order.  The porcelain throne must be temporarily surrendered from its resting spot.  Sigh… Life without me would be dull.


January 3, 2014
The Great Rescue

A few days of trips to the bathroom downstairs and several failed attempts at extraction later, we finally removed the toilet and jabbed anything we could find in all directions to free the toothbrush, all to no avail.  Even with the toilet freed from the floor, there was no reaching the spirally abyss of the inner chambers to remove the foreign object.  Our final efforts included placing the magical poop dispenser in our shower, filling the bowl and tank with water from the shower hose, and flushing a long piece of twine repeatedly until something wonderful happened-- Finally, after hours of interesting maneuvers involving rubber gloves, the twine grabbed hold of something.  We carefully pulled the string, and I SAW IT!  The toothbrush breached the entrance of the watery labyrinth, and the crisis was over.  The throne is now freshly sealed in place once again, and I vow to only dispense of my soapy water outdoors.  Forever. 

Friday, August 9, 2013

The Plight of the Lake House Fortress

Since we've moved to the lake, we occasionally have our families over. They are a complete joy, and as it turns out, quite the muse. It all began on a perfectly warm, sunny day. The two oldest kids had spent the night, and by noon, were still camped out on the couches unmoved. This is where the tale begins. The story of our week together and their quest for my life...

It's been hours. Their movements are so many that they have, alas, arrived in their original resting places. I did not witness this, but surely it must be so. The speed with which they executed such placements evades my sight. The silence consumes me, and I am certain they are plotting my demise. The communication devices they possess network them into a vicious machine of technology that no man can stop. Don't let their docile facade fool you... They must be out for blood. I believe they have also possessed the dogs. One snores behind me, and I now am terrified for my life. The sunshine outside beckons them, and they move not. Their calmness is unnerving. I must go for now, but I will report back within the hour. If you do not hear from me, know this... They are dangerous and cannot be stopped. Escape now while you still can. You will not see them coming. They are much too quick. 

Good luck.
The Lake House Fortress



Update #2

I am still alive, but I cannot say for how long. There has been movement in their camp, and the air of impending doom is almost more than I can bear. The wild-haired one is exceptionally shady, randomly laughing while looking at her device. It's evil. I must go again. The boy just darted out the door. I'm afraid reinforcements have arrived by water. Two small ones, and a tall blonde. She's loud. It's terrifying. Remember me as I go into battle. I will be valiant and brave. If I survive, I will report again before nightfall. 

The Lake House Fortress



Update #3

I underestimated the power of the little ones... It's total chaos. I know for sure they have overtaken the dogs now. The largest one (I believe he is the alpha male) has held down the wild-haired one and passed air through his back side onto her. I believe this is their fuel. The foul stench has engulfed their living quarters, and I am trapped. Please send help. I fear tomorrow will be too late. 

Until then,
The Lake House Fortress



Update #4

I've been kidnapped. I was taken to a store. It is more likened to a warehouse of torture. The combatants gather there to barter for goods. Entering the doors makes even the most sane individuals crazy. This has to be their plan for me. It's formal name is "Walmart." Never come to this place. The largest portion of the trip is a blur. I must have blacked out, but I do remember the wild-haired one stepping on my shoe. I nearly died. 
We arrived back at the fortress safely, but it has been overtaken. One of the dogs looks drugged, and the other is producing the same gases as shown by the alpha male earlier. And the look of satisfaction on his face... I can no longer speak of this. 
The small ones get louder. I am being beckoned. It is time to retreat. I am... Oh, no...


Update #5

I am back; hidden for now. For a moment, I felt as though I was succumbing to their wiles. Their cuteness is deceiving. Now, they war among themselves. The dog mocks them, and I know there is hope. I must find rest to recover from the last battle. They willed me to board their water vessel; like a fool, I agreed. I thought it best at the time not to resist them. I was wrong. Before I knew it, I found myself being dragged behind this motor powered monstrosity on less than a dinghy with my only life strand being a mere rope. I squealed in terror while they laughed. It was humiliating, yet another of their devices to wear me down. As I pleaded for my life, they finally pulled me once again to safety. I will not forget this. I must be avenged. 
The worst is not over. I know this now, but I will be brave. Once I have replenished my hunger, I will begin my quest to reclaim the fort. May God be with you, my friend, as you journey to help me. I await your visit. 

Proceed cautiously, 
The Lake House Fortress



Update #6

The smallest one touches everything. I do not know if I can use this to my advantage, but I am noting it for future reference. Also, the dog follows them closely while they feed. I may be able to launch a surprise attack while they are distracted. There is talk of the group dissipating.  I will wait and see. I have planned a viewing of scary motion pictures later for the eldest ones. I believe this tactic will prove useful on the boy and wild-haired one. I fear the alpha male will require more work. He is not easily shaken, and they look to him for guidance. I will not be able to overcome him with brute force. I must  outwit him somehow. He is clever; it will not be an easy task. I will continue to observe his weaknesses. 
Finally, the tall blonde seems confused, and the dog chases her. She soothes him with a pat. This is only temporary. The calm will not last for long. 
I must go. The large ones remain still while the small ones circle them in the room singing the songs of their people. I am unfamiliar with this ritual and must observe more closely. 

The Lake House Fortress



Update #7

The little ones are turning blue. It is worrisome, but they seem unaffected. They have, however, grown restless. They pace endlessly, walking outdoors, only to return in again. The air in the room changes with each trip. I wonder if this is the conditioning of the air they speak of. The rest of the group grows restless as well. They have patience for nothing, save the making of something they lovingly refer to as "chocolatey goodness" or "Frosty's."
I suppose being behind enemy lines has its perks. 




Update #8

Press on weary soldier, for I have found weakness in the alpha male. His demise shall be in the fiery flame of his fecal matter, made of cinnamon disks and fireballs. He also leaves a visible trail of wrappers in his path. The end is nigh...



Update #9

In an effort to thwart enemy surveillance, I have changed our communications channel. The tall blonde discovered our previous writings and has become delirious. I fear for my life. A new plan will have to be devised. I will update with any new findings.  More video documentation will follow. Please find me upon your arrival. If we strike now while the blonde is weak, we may have a chance.

The Lake House Fortress



Update #10

I cannot hide my disappointment. My scare tactics for the boy and wild-haired one have failed. I know plan B will not be as effective, but I must try. We will view a mildly scary film. My only hope lies in their dwindling numbers. I have successfully separated them from the tall blonde and small ones. The alpha male remains, but I sense their alliance is one of dictatorship, and thus, subject to fall. This battle may be lost, but the war is not over. I have never been more determined. 
I will delay this transmission until morning, assuming I survive. 

The Lake House Fortress



Update #11

It is morning. They let me live. The boy even moans war cries in his sleep. I must not let them know I am afraid. The wild-haired one stirs last. The alpha male retreats to his tower. The others wait for his return, watching, like silent guards. There is word of more soldiers. I have until lunch. They treat me as a slave, and I must prepare the rooms for their reinforcements. It is disgraceful, but I do as I must to survive. 
The dogs seem to have returned to their normal beings, meaning the spells they cast are only temporary. I will use this time to train them for my next move. I am certain I will have them ready before the next platoon arrives. I will have them launch attack before the new combatants can enter the quarters. 

Wish me luck, 
The Lake House Fortress



Update #12

The venue is not in ideal conditions. Daylight has stricken, and I no longer have the cover of darkness to air my frightening motion picture. I must try, though. The enemies claim to be immune, but I know the truth. I must wait for darkness to fall again to finish the task. 

The Lake House Fortress



Update #13

I am making progress. The combatants succumbed to the bribes of bean dip. The alpha male has called me "boss". My soul rejoices. The boy, however, appears to be of alien decent. He dips potato chips in chocolate ice cream. This disturbs me but explains much. The dog is now ready for battle. He defends me against the alpha male. 
Again, I must go. Their armies have multiplied. The moon is also out in full daylight. This surely cannot be a good sign. I resign myself to battle. 

The Lake House Fortress



Update #14

The battle has been fierce. The full moon still shines. The water propelled motor craft rebuked the wild-haired one. This was of little effect as the combatants glide easily through the water. The little ones squeal with delight. They enjoy the ploys of war. The leader of the new army bears strange markings. This may be a map of their plans. We shall see.

The Lake House Fortress



Update #15

I have had little time to update on the status of the fortress. The tall blonde with the little ones arrived back at the fort in time to join forces with the native army. Together with the newly arrived enemies, the male terrorists worked vigorously to extract finned monsters from the deep to show their  masculine superiority. This proved a dangerous task as the smallest native was unskilled with his spear of string and hook. Their attempts were unyielding. 
On shore, the female native monitors the younglings. She wears her weapon upon her nose; it's appearance is small, but I am certain it is deadly and remains there for quick access. She bonds with the tall blonde. The little ones have united with the small natives. This may be the most lethal of the unions. Their speed and tireless antics are difficult to follow. I have noticed, however, that they do not float on their own accord but are wrapped in foam. I attempt to keep them submerged, but they continue to return to dry land and request nourishment. 
Hours later, my spirit is broken. Just before my surrender, help arrived from the home base. My rebel ally wearied the tall blonde and hypnotized the wild-haired one with song. Not long after, the boy and little ones followed suit.
The dog still cannot be trusted. Seeing the reduction of the group, he tried to procreate with the leader of the native resistance. I am both disturbed and amused. 
It appears that war has taken its toll on the natives as well. Discord is sown throughout their camp, and they speak of retreating. I watch as they reason with one another, but sanity left us all hours ago. They sneak to their chariot as a unit, and before I know it, I am left at the fortress with only the alpha male and the dogs. I am unprepared for this. A foul odor radiates from the room of sanitation, and I fear it is a trap of poisonous gas. Or, perhaps a power transfer has occurred. I cannot risk taking the alpha male alone. I am forced to postpone my strike until morning. Gas radiates from beneath my resting quarters where the filthy canine beast is hidden. The other seemingly docile dog separates me from the alpha male. I see through her petty attempts to snuggle, but it is too late to fight it. When morning breaks, I will construct a new plan. 

Holding strong, 
The Lake House Fortress



Update #16

The canine beast has been defeated! He is resilient. This may only be temporary, but a small, sweet victory it is! 



Update #17

Today, the assailants prepare to celebrate the age progression of one of the little ones. There are signs of patriotism everywhere, and it seems their stronghold is worse than I imagined. I cannot stop now. My quest is clear; I must conquer the world. My new mission will begin tomorrow. I will infiltrate their medical facilities and study their blood. But for now, I will deliver a peace offering to the little one. I will woo her with a small stallion. I will sing to her songs of celebration. I WILL be brave. 

The Lake House Fortress



Update #18

This is an emergency update. The party is a cover for an attempt at my life. The wiles of the tall blonde are more than I anticipated. A death trap was placed discreetly in the floor. She denies ill will. I know this to be true though, as she previously charged the wooden structure at shore with her motorized water craft. She is ruthless and unopposed to eliminating members of her own clan in order to terminate me. I must be watchful. 

The Lake House Fortress



Update #19

The little ones adorn themselves in colorful clothing and tribal jewelry. Their glistening beads distract me. The alpha male retreats to the cleansing room. I almost forgot his whereabouts until the vile smells began dissipating from beneath the door. I am now certain these powerful bombs of stink contain evil sorcery. I attempted to document his strength, but his speed evades my electronic devices. They practice war among themselves.
The group has grown by two. The wiry male is goofy. I am unalarmed with his presence. The other male, the dipper of snuff, is questionable. His silence is off putting. He cheats with words. I will expose him. 
The wild-haired one is eerily quiet today, and the boy remains hidden. I feel consolation that my home base ally is near. I believe she claims hold on the wiry one, and many of the others bow to her commands. I will learn this power and cast it upon the alpha male. 
I must leave you for now. The combatants labor to feed us, and I must monitor their work. 

The Lake House Fortress



Update #20

It is apparent now why the small ones require supervision. The littlest on attempts to saddle the alpha male. Clearly, she is confused. Her untamed energy must prove useful to his agenda. Keeping them around also inspires the tall blonde to serve tasty treats. Knowing this, I understand their commitment. The eldest of the little ones promises labor in return for the torture of being dragged behind a water vessel. She is also clearly delusional. It may be possible to convert them to my army given their states of mind. I should know before the midnight hour. 

The Lake House Fortress



Update #21

The enemies invited me to a game of wits. Their arrogant confidence proved to be their weakness. The wiry one's refusal to accept my triumph was notable. Arguments ensued, but in the end I prevailed by way of knowledge in long haired Southerners. They now mope quietly in their defeat.

The Lake House Fortress




Update #22

I am bewildered by the enemy combatants' display of explosives. They have summoned their recruits by water and by land. My only disguise is the vale of darkness. They shoot at will but have yet to make contact. My earlier display of knowledge must have given them a false impression of my mortality. Surely they must realize such firepower is overkill. My home base ally shares in my plight. We manage to split up their armies, but again, I find myself alone with the alpha male. I do not think he will strike alone. I am safe for now, but tonight's display of fireworks proves that I must act expediently. I will honor my commitment. My quest to win back the world begins tomorrow, promptly at 8:00am. 

The Lake House Fortress



Update #23

I successfully infiltrated the enemies medical facilities, however, this did not go well. Their numbers are too many, and their suspicion is obvious, calling me by names such as "vampire". I will continue my analysis as best I can, but I must first regain my strength. 
Back at the fortress, there is flooding. The combatants seem to control the heavens and have been leaking droplets if water since the arrival of my home base ally and continue to do so long after her departure. The effects on my demeanor are taxing. Apparently, they even command the fouls of the air. The beasts hurl their bodies against the fortress windows in attempts on my life. They succeeded only in scaring the bejesus out of me. 
The watering from the heavens continues. Their slick death traps now lie all among the outdoors. Despite my greatest efforts, I nearly skidded to my end on several occasions. Even the alpha male is subject to these perilous invisibilities, faltering to the ground once on his own. 
The canine beasts remain dubious. The snoring canine beast implements his own missions of inspecting the enemy combatants' sleeping quarters while they are away. His sloppy execution leaves behind evidence of ruffled pillows. He knows I disprove, but his sneaky efforts are somewhat admirable. I bring this report to a close. Research via "Animal Planet" beckons me. 

Until then,
The Lake House Fortress



Update #24

Poisonous oaks wreak havoc on my outer membrane. How did this occur? I am certain it is another of their devices to control me. Ironically, I must now seek assistance from the very facility I wish to destroy. The medicine I require is contained within. The itchy distress is unbearable.