Tuesday, August 22, 2017

from bathroom to mudroom, from bottom to top

In order to be able to access the new mudroom, an exterior door had to be added, the window was moved and replaced so it was centered, a closet was framed in where the stand up shower used to be...

The original heart pine flooring (that had been pulled up from the area of the new bathroom) was hung on the ceiling...and a new light wired and hung...

This is area where the current Master bath was built. The flooring was pulled up so that plumbing could be run and tile laid. We used this flooring for the mudroom ceiling.

This is the night we found out that SUBFLOORNG was not part of the building process in the 1930s!! There is nothing quite like being able to look under your house...and for all that is under your house to have easy access in:(

Tile was laid--of course in a more complicated chevron pattern because Steve would be shocked if I wanted anything simple :D

Monday, August 21, 2017

Now we're getting somewhere

It has been a long 3 years since we signed the mortgage papers and became the owners of a 83 year old farmhouse. The range of emotions has been endless, and there have been times I was not sure our marriage was going to survive the ordeal. But thankfully we are nearing the end of the major projects, and Steve is still married...and alive!

When the house was built in 1931, there was no inside bathroom. As was done so often, when a bathroom was added, it was added to an area off the kitchen. And while I understand the plumbing reasoning, having my bathroom attached to my kitchen was not going to work. I agreed to buy the house, but with the stipulation that the bathroom would be relocated as soon as we moved in!!  Thus began the never~ending house renovation.

The bathroom was one of the worst bathrooms EVER!
It measured 6ft x 7.5ft and was crammed full of a bathtub, sink, toilet, and stand up shower.
* The space between the sink and bathtub was barely 12 inches
* The stand up shower was not big enough to move in--couldn't even raise your arm all the way up to shave your pits:)
* The bathtub tile had mold behind it--and  
oozing out ( I know you are coveting the beauty we had!!!)
* The floor was textured linoleum that was horrible to keep clean
* It was U.G.L.Y personified!!!!

So..what do you do with a bathroom off the kitchen? You make it into a mudroom of course!

STEP 1: --after the first 50 steps to get it ready--

We took the original wood siding that had been pulled off the exterior, and hung it on one of the interior walls. We even used the piece of siding with the original meter number.

Monday, March 26, 2012

run forrest run...

We just watched Forrest Gump, so they actually know the reference now :)

Here is Emma Shea!

She is giving us a run for our money...
Don't let the cheesy smile fool you... there is an inner Ethel that comes and visits. She isn't welcome here, but she makes herself at home often.

...but that is another post.

Speaking of running....

Last Tuesday, Emma had to run the mile for State PE credit.

So... Mac made a huge sacrifice (ha) and allowed me to sign her out of school for an hour and came to run with her little sister :)

The weather was perfect...

and they finished the mile in 11:16!

Go girls!!!

And Alan....You said I couldn't put your picture on FB...you never said anything about the blog:)

$4000 $1,000,000,000 dollar smile

The day has finally come... 23 months after the transformation began....
the braces have come off...

and someone could not be happier!!!

Wednesday, March 14, 2012

clawing my way out...


It has been awhile since I have sat in front of this screen.

A very long while.

But it is difficult to sit and see the words LIVING GRACIOUSLY staring at you from your blog page when for the past year or so you have been living any way but.

It has been a rough season in my life. And I have not handled the trials graciously. I have allowed anger and hurt to consume my heart. I have been suffocating under the weight of the animosity I have allowed to build. I have allowed my outlook to become tainted by the disappointment in those that should have been a source of strength failing to acknowledge my need for comfort. I have viewed life with ugliness and my mistrust of those around me has grown immense. I have pushed all those around me farther and farther away. And I feel alone.

My spiritual life has suffered. My anger has been so great that it has blocked my ability to see that God has never left my side. I have warmed the pew each Lord's day; checking the box to say my worship has been done. But I have not been edified; and I certainly have not edified others by my hardened heart. My worship has been unacceptable to my God.

But I have not been able to crawl out of the pit of despair I jumped into.

And then I read a blog post by Angie Smith about Galatians 6:2 which says, Carry each other's burdens, and in this way you will fulfill the law of Christ. And the words pricked my heart. Granted, I have read that passage many times. I KNOW that I am supposed to give my trials to God and that I am to allow others to help me bear the burdens I am confronted with. But it is not something I do easily. Because I do not feel most people are sincere in their concern and I do not trust most to keep my concerns and struggles private, very few are allowed to know what it is in my heart. But as I read the post, I HEARD those words that day. And I thought on them.

And then I acted upon them.

It was not planned. I really did not have time to think about the words that were coming from my heart. It was a chance meeting one Sunday evening. The words were sparked by a simple question, "Are you thinking of changing congregations?" And I answered, "Possibly." And then I said the words I never thought I would say out loud., "I am not doing well. I am filled with hurt and animosity and I am having difficult time finding my way out."And she said she had been in that dark place also. And she comforted me with her words of understanding. And my heart was pricked. God continued to show himself when another woman came up to me 3 days later and asked a simple question and I said the words again. And she cried with me. And I felt comforted. The load I have been carrying for so long had been lifted just a tiny bit...just by saying a few words to another.

And while I am still in the pit, the clawing to the top has begun.

Monday, June 13, 2011

it's not much, but it's a start....

Dance has ended for the year for Michaela
(except for the summer workshop she will be attending :)

She had a great year at the new studio..and she LOVES Pointe!
She is looking forward to next year's classes!

Dance has ended for Emma forever!

Emma decided halfway through the year that she no longer wants to take dance. Which is fine. It is her decision. Her sister does not understand the decision, but 'different strokes'. We all have to find our own niche in life.
She finished out the year and did a great job at recital.
But she has moved on.....

To horses of course!
Today was her first riding lesson!
She learned three 'seating' techniques
She trotted...She even did some tricks:)
I think that face says it all!!!!

Friday, January 07, 2011

i have not fallen off the face of the planet...

but when you spend between 50 and 60 hours a week toggling between computer screens at a job you DESPISE, the last thing you want to do when you get home is look at a computer screen.

I think I understand why the mechanic's cars are never fixed and the carpenter's personal projects are never get done!

So just know that I am back.

And that I would like your prayers---please pray that the job I have applied for works out!

Tuesday, December 14, 2010

catch a falling....

or maybe just sticking her tongue out at me!!!

Monday, December 06, 2010

Saturday, December 04, 2010

family tradition....

Today was the day I planned to head out with Steve and the girls to look for the perfect Christmas tree. The weather had other ideas for the day...a nice covering of fluffy wet snow! But we were not daunted. Freezing temperatures and a little snow were not going to mess with our family tradition.

So we bundled up~~~some of us matching better than others~~~ and headed out to Sleepy Hollow Tree Farm.
There were snowball fights....fatherly ambushes...
and lots of laughter!
After the snowballs stopped flying, the tree hunting began!

Emma found her 'perfect' tree...
but we decided to leave it and let it grow a little bit more before we took it home...

and we chose this one instead!
and as tradition has it, Steve grabbed a handsaw and began cutting into the tree trunk. After a few minutes, the tree was still standing and Steve was worn out. So, rather than spend the next 30 minutes trying to saw through the trunk, he wimped out and called Troy over~~within seconds the chainsaw cut through the trunk and the tree came down.

Soon, the snow will be melted and the branches dry, and we can transform this huge evergreen into our family Christmas tree.

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

on the eve of thanksgiving eve ....

Today was a extremely long day for me. I woke up at 4:30am and left the house at 5:10. I made it to work with a few minutes to spare. 12 hours later I walked out of the Humana building, exhausted and worn out! The 4 block walk to the parking lot was endless and the drive home felt like it would never end. Walking through the front door, sitting in the big comfy couch, and talking to the girls (and Steve) was all I wanted to do.

But my family had other plans for me!!! As I opened the door, I was welcomed by the smells of dinner cooking. Turkey, dressing, mashed potatoes, and green bean casserole had all been prepared by Steve and the girls this afternoon. What a great 'Welcome Home.'

Now Steve is on his way to work, Mac is cleaning the kitchen, Emma is taking a shower, and I am sitting with my feet propped up...counting my blessings!
we just replaced an ugly brass and glass fixture,
the new one definitely needs to be raised

I am so thankful for my family!

Monday, November 22, 2010


I cannot believe I forgot to post about Emma's award from school! I always remember to write about the embarrassing things, and yet forgot to take the time to brag on my little girl when I had the chance! Bad, bad Mommy!

Each month at Locust Grove, children are honored during announcements and presented a certificate at an assembly for accomplishments in various categories. Two weeks ago Emma Shea was honored for her poem about moving. She was declared the 'winner' for the 2nd grade writing category. YAY EMMA!!!!

**Below is the poem she wrote completely by herself. Ms.
V told me that Emma would pull it out every day for several weeks and add to it; trying to incorporate the literary devices they had worked on in class. She began the assignment the week after we moved away from Northern Kentucky. For weeks, she begged and begged to move back to our old house. This poem reflects the heart break she was feeling being separated from 'what she knew' and the acceptance of her new situation.


Shattering in my tears

When we went to the new house.

The new house was cold and dark

Like the woods

Thinking on the floor
that we could never be sadder.

Why did we have to go

My backyard is big

I'm missing my old school

I'm missing my friends.

Liking my new house now

Liking my new school now
Liking my new backyard now

Liking my new room now.

Friday, November 19, 2010

friday frivolity....

Having not worked a full~time job in over 7 years..

I had forgotten how important week~ends were.

It didn't take long to remember the relief...

that a clock striking 4:30 on a Friday can bring.

And the dread surrounding setting the alarm on Sunday night!

Retirement...Sweet Retirement.
Well from what they keep saying at H....., this is my last week end of freedom.

Annual enrollment for Medicare started on the 15th...

and therefore, mandatory overtime has begun....

and over the next 2 months, I will be seeing more of my co-workers than my family!

I have already said my good byes and asked them to please not forget me...

or replace me with a better model.
Last week I asked Steve if he wanted to hire someone to paint Mac's room...

of course, since he loves painting so much, it took him a half of a millisecond to say yes!

Steve, the painter, came and primed the lovely paneling tonight...

and he has just left.

he will be back tomorrow to paint the Teal Zeal onto the walls...

but Steve doesn't know what time!

Um...it is my last Saturday of not working for weeks...

I do not want to see the morning hours.

I sure hope that doorbell doesn't ring at 8:00.

Because I would hate to have to wake up...

errr....well roll over...

to nudge Steve out of bed.
Not too much has happened this week...

work for Steve and I...

school for the girls.

Next week looks like more of the same.

with a trip to Alabama to break up the monotony...

and of course the IRON BOWL on Friday!

I wonder if we will cheer for the Tide with 5/6th of the Hunters

or with the blue and orange with the rebellious 1/6th of the family:)

Shhh...we will be cheering for the Crimson Tide ...

because we need a place to stay while we are there!
I am off to bed...

sleep has been calling me for a while...

and I think I am going to answer him now!

Sweet Dreams!

Thursday, November 18, 2010

girls stripping...

wallpaper... girls stripping WALLPAPER!

you didn't think I would actually have a post about strippers did you???!!!

The house we are 'trying out' to see if we want to buy in the future was built in the late 80s. It is a good house, but it is really stuck in a time warp. There are things that MUST be changed if I am going to live here~~~even if we decide not to buy it.

Exposure to U.G.L.Y. has to be limited.

Exhibit #1:

This hideous mauve and green wallpaper covers the walls of the master bathroom...and even the walk-in closet! A decorator's failure I do believe.

What made the concept even more of an eyesore ... the mauve blinds in the bathroom bay window and the matching curtains left in the master bedroom.


Thankfully, these beautiful girls spent their Sunday afternoon stripping the U.G.L.Y off of the walls.
And they had a great time...

except for the 'smelling like vinegar' part!!

I am just tickled pink mauve that my bathroom has taken a step closer to this century!!