The Little House is yellow. My entire life it has been yellow. The Little House's entire life, it's been yellow. As a kid, I remember thinking it was a silly color for a house. Some where along the way, I didn't think it was so silly any more. That's just the way it was. As far as I can see, that's the way it will be.
Sunday, June 20, 2010
Friday, June 18, 2010
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
The Old House
Daddy has lived on the same 15 acres his entire life. The land belonged to his father, his father's father, and his father's father's father.
This is from inside the house Pawpaw and his 7 brothers and sisters grew up in, the Old House. It still stands across the road from my parents place.
The house is still standing--held up by surrounding trees and vines.
Pawpaw's brothers and sisters decided to leave the house exactly the way it was when their parents passed away. They even left the quilts on the bed, home-canned food in the corner, and a hair barrette on the night stand.
They did eventually get electricity to the house, but Great Grandpa was afraid of electricity and would not allow any light to be on after dark.
I think I may attempt removing the doors and 'refurbish' them...
What a great piece of family history that could be for our house one day.
Thursday, May 27, 2010
Galveston 2009
Picture it. Galveston, 2009.
(*in the voice of Sophia Petrillo*)
(*in the voice of Sophia Petrillo*)
The summer after Ike hit the gulf coast of southeast Texas Mr. Z and I made a Saturday trip down to Galveston. Lots of businesses were still closed and almost everything still needed repairs. There is an old cemetery that we had stopped by before because it is just beautiful. On that particular day, it was evident no one had been able to mow it for a while, but it made it even more beautiful. It was covered with wild flowers.
Poor Beaux. He has allergies...
Sunday, May 23, 2010
My Birthday 2010
So the anniversary of the day of my birth was yesterday. It was quite a wonderful day! It started off with an amazing breakfast Mr. Zeagler made for me.
Chocolate dipped strawberries and grapes, kiwi, and french toast. Also, forgotten bacon that was eaten later.
I had a CPR class that morning. Kind of a downer on your birthday, but it wasn't too bad. Then Momma and Daddy took me and Mr. Zeagler to eat Greek food. Gyros, fries, and greek salad! YUM!
The sun was a little blinding...
Me with my favorite woman.
Momma and Daddy with their favorite son-in-law.
We decided not to get baklava but save room for Mr. Z's soon to be famous cheesecake.
Momma and Daddy headed home with full stomachs and Mr. Z, Beaux, and I lazed around the house and watched a few movies the rest of the day.
Lots of Love,
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
The Washer/Dryer
Before we moved we bought a stackable washer/dryer for our apartment. Daddy hauled it from the resale shop to his shop to keep until we moved. When he unloaded it, it was so heavy he used the bobcat to move it.
(If you are unaware what a bobcat is or wondering why he would use a wild feline to unload a large appliance, here is a bobcat.)
Once we hauled the gigantic piece of machinery 300 miles we had to get it upstairs. Stairs. Up stairs. It took 6 people to get it up those stairs -- 4 of us to manhandle it and 2 people praying. We got it up in one piece. Barely. Now we could successfully wash and dry clothes without actually leaving our apartment...so we thought.
About 2 or 3 weeks after moving in, the dryer went out. Ok, not a huge problem. We found a number in the phone book for a repair guy. He came, he saw, he fixed...so we thought.
So after paying the guy almost as much as we paid for the washer/dryer, we went back to our regular lives. A few months later, dryer went out again. It was different than the first time, but the result was the same. We called a guy, he came, he saw, he fixed...so we thought.
A few months later, Momma and Daddy were coming out to visit. He looked the contraption over, went to Lowe's and bought a $6 part, made some alterations, and presto! It worked!
This time it took the dryer a lot longer to break, but it is a determined little bugger. About a year or so later, the dryer decided it had worked long enough. We decided to let it be and just use the laundry facility at the apartment to dry. About 3 weeks ago, the disease metastasized to the washer. It was pouring water all over our balcony and onto our downstairs neighbor's patio. Whoops. That was it, we wanted the thing gone. After calling 12 people, I finally found someone who would come and take the thing without charging me. I thought letting them have the washer/dryer for free would be payment enough, guess I was wrong.
We are now renting a washer/dryer that is brand-spanking new! I even got to peel off the protective sticker-- a guilty pleasure of mine.
They delivered it, carried it up the stairs, and hooked it up! Amazing! And if it breaks, they come out and fix it! I know a lot of people might think that it is a waste of money, but our patience just couldn't take it any more. The new washer/dryer works and we can wash and dry our clothes in one place! The only draw back is it is TINY. Let me show you.
Here is a sock.
Put in the sock.
Here's what happens.
Some of the illustrations in this post may be exaggerated.
Monday, May 10, 2010
Beaux's job during the renovation
So, Beaux had a big job to do to help us get everything done. He had to stay out of the wet paint, stay outside, and be on guard for intruders.
I am SO overworked!
They don't even feed me...I guess I have to eat pieces of plywood and drywall.
He did.
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