We Painted. He Sanded. We Fought. And Now It Looks Awesome.

All Grown Up
Originally uploaded by wendysteere

The living room finally looks like adults live in it. It was a tiny taste of hell getting it here, but we made it with all of our appendages. I'm still traumatized when we scratched the newly finished floor by moving the piano. Robert can recant the story punctuating it with a nonchalant shrug. Mind-blowing.
Its been impossible to do something at home other than sit on the couch and admire the room (and the TV). Last night we tried to play a family game from our respective positions on the couch- its difficult to draw cards from a table that is about a foot away when you're lying on your back..... We just can't get enough of this darn couch! (Thanks Tori and Dave and Danny!)
I naively thought that Robert and I would be honing our skills to finally win the 'Amazing Race' with each home improvement project. Instead we're creating our own version of 'The Honeymooners'. I was relieved when a customer related that he and his wife didn't talk for a year when they gutted their house. Hmmm...... I think I'll go out and buy a card instead.
So here it is! The finished product. Robert and I are in the mood to purchase art. The walls need some pops of color. I hear the price and time is right. Any suggestions?

In Bed With Clothes On.

In Bed With Clothes On.
Originally uploaded by wendysteere

You saw it! That is one High Definition TeleVision in our bedroom. My birthday was full of decadence: Eating like it was Thanksgiving, taking naps, reading books!, purchasing orange juice (ah- screwdriver!), and talking with old friends.
The floor+walls are soon to be finished and we can live in the rest of the house...... I'm daydreaming in Ikea Kitchen- I'm preparing my sledgehammer moves.

Dear Me: Meet Yourself.

robert and wendy.
Originally uploaded by wendysteere

Since we haven't spoke since 2008- its best that I list the facts first and then get on to the blag that I usually post.
1. My husband is a saint. When there was something to be done Christmas-ish he did it. Present Shopping. Cleaning. Decorating. Cooking. Wrapping. Fuse checking. (True genius! He got me a subscription to BUST! and didn't roll his eyes when I purchased a Nano for myself the DAY after Christmas). He showed Christmas who was boss. He deserves a Pinto with one black door that he can fold into like a sandwich and putter on to a tennis match.
2. If I thought I knew what the hell was going on..... well, I just woke up. Its been an epiphany that will put a smile on my face in about 10 years.
3. When I wake up again at 3am on the couch still in my Johnny Cash work clothes- tell me to get a degree.
4. Work is a monkey on your back- and if you're like me- It will always entertain you.
5. My deepest regret is that there was no 2007 Mariachi.

Ah! The blog cloud has lifted. Next up? Acupuncture experience??