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825 posted 06-11-2004 02:24 PM       View Profile for serenity blaze   Email serenity blaze   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for serenity blaze

OH YES!!!

It takes a real man to wear a tiara!

gotta love it, gotta love it!

and Larry, I never did give you hugs & smooches for joining us.

So...

&

Now, if ya'll give me a moment, I'm ironing out some details of my next installment.

brb.

Wow.

QUE HOMBRE!
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Sharon,
That feels a little tight!

And Karen...thanks. I've been watching for a while now. You're the best.

If tears could build a stairway and memories a lane, I'd walk right up to heaven and bring you home again.

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Okay.

I think it's agreed. We all like Mike.

Meet Mike.

<-- That's him.

*  *  *

I think I'm flipping out.

I have men in my life calling me difficult. (And that's the NICE word.)

My kids ignore me.

Women avoid me.

And if by chance, all of the above get together, they all have a good (nervous) laugh at my expense.

They don't understand me and they don't like me very much.

I am annoyed, and this is my official vent. (Nod. Get a writer angry, and you just may end up the subject of a writer's whim.)

Perhaps you're wondering what I'm ranting about? I'm talking about house rennovations. Do you realize that statistics show that fifty percent of couples who rennovate a home get divorced before the rennovations are completed?

That's looking very good to me about now.

Forget about the house. I want my life rennovated.

*  *  *

Now yes, I like Mike.

I like Mike very much.

But he is, afterall a man, and a carpenter at that. I ask you all, has any one of you been stupid enough to whisper the word "paint" around a carpenter? I advise you not to do this. Wait until the sawdust settles. Painting is a quiet task, and is best done
when carpenters are asleep. Then there's not a damn thing they can do about it.

and yes, menfolk, I like wood. (In fact, I think wood looks good on a man.REAL good--wicked smile--But that's another rant.)

I adore the grain, and would prefer to stain then cover with color--if it's not overdone and dark. In small spaces, it tends to be cavelike.

Hmm. Maybe that's the idea. I can just hang from the rafters by my feet in the daytime and flye the friendly skies at night.

sigh.

Now where did all of this start?

Well I thought it was a simple request.

In this tiny house, that suited ONE person quite comfortably, the washing machine was located next to the kitchen sink. I, being a woman, (I am a woman despite what the hormone levels suggest), looked at that space and thought, "Now that would be a fine place for my lovely new top of the line Maytag dishwasher."

Hmmm.

I looked at the washer, and looked out of the window to a covered patio, which already housed the dryer.

Call me difficult, but?

It occurred to me, that since the water line was right there, couldn't we just move the washer to the other side of the wall? I mean, it wouldn't be side by side, (like on tv or in those lovely Maytag ads) but at least it would be closer, right? And besides? We needed the space.

NO PROBLEM Karen! That's a great idea!

And oh, btw? Since we are tearing out the cabinets anyway, could we put the refrigerator back where it belongs? (Y'see? The cabinets were built in the sixties to house the frig--a sixties midgetfridge--so the newer model was just put against the wall in front of the space, rendering the former proper space "dead".

I hesitated to ask. That meant we would have to raise the existing cabinetry ("pressboard" too, serenity types disgustedly, but okay, okay, I know some tricks of the trade to make it look like good wood)

NO PROBLEM Karen! That's easy!

oh. And while we're at it? Could we extend the cabinets out under the window to provide a workspace and house the unsightly garbage can?

It beats the hell out of building drawers Mike smiled.

and the Island wasn't even my idea.

That was Mike's.

I just wanted a service window with a counter so I wouldn't have to "slop my pigs" daily on the very nice dining room set which occupies the space in front of the kitchen.

But Mike wanted to give me an island, and I protested--that looks like a support wall.

Hmm.

It sure does.

Tell y'what.

(they told me what)

We'll leave the side walls up, and put in a header.

"Fine," I said. Thinking that when the roof caves in, I'll get the actual kitchen of my dreams.

So the wall came down. Most of it, anyway.

Then there was the stove.

Not only was it olive green, it was electric. Not only was it electric, it shocked the hell out of me every time I tried to cook. "Fine with me," I told the husband. "I'm sick of cooking anyway."

So he got me a new stove.

And yes, it had to be gas.

(If any of you cook, then you understand why it has to gas.)

And of course I had to have a new oven. Do ya'll know how hard it is find a gas built-in, in stainless.

I settled for black.

We'll just have to paint the refrigerator to match. (I didn't have the nerve to ask for a new fridge considering that we own three and had already given one away.)

WHAT?

sigh.

I'll do it myself, nevermind.

So...

We decided to run piping from the gas water heater through the ceiling--down the wall to the stove.

So...shrug, we tore out the ceiling. (Just where the piping would go.)

Yanno? I was thinking. There's really not enough cabinet space in this kitchen anyway, but if we're going to go galley style, we're going to need a pantry. A REAL pantry.

Hmmm.

If we just take that bedroom door and reframe it to the hallway, and close that other door that goes NOWHERE, and use these nice bifold doors that we acquired from a salvage yard, then? We'd have a pantry.

"Now that's an EXCELLENT idea!"

And it needs a light of course.

NO PROBLEM. Mike said he'd even put sensor lights that would pop on automatically when I opened the door.

DAMN I like Mike.

And I'm sure the kids will scrape that contact paper off of those high accent windows. That would really let some light in here.

"I'll do it!" Zach yelled. And he did. (It was quite a job too.) He's the only one who didn't act like he was being crucified too.

*  *  *

Now, to move the washing machine--I noticed that the slab that had been added on before the addition of the canopy, was wisely sloped to allow the rain to run off away from the foundation.

Oh.

OH.

Yanno? I said, "If you put a washer on that, it's going to stop every time it hits a spin cycle--the legs won't adjust to accomodate that much of an angle."

Sure enuff.

Whew.

They agreed and understood.

"I'll just build a deck there," Mike offered helpfully. "And while I'm at it, I'll build it to house the outdoor fridge and the freezer chest too."

Cool.

Um...shouldn't we take measurements?

Naw...I can just eye it up.

oooooooooo---kay...hmmm.

The service deck came out lovely.

Perfectly level. And yanno? It would have accomodated the washer, frig, & freezer, but I wasn't counting on re-using the old kitchen sink outdoors. (Well, it's a cool idea--a great space to clean fish.)
But it had to go next to the washer for easier access to the water line.

This time I said, NO PROBLEM.

The chest freezer can go on the slab--it wasn't in danger of falling on anyone, as the refrigerator had been.

Yes, the deck was beautiful.

Thank you Mike.

Now, G? Where's that white marine paint, I'll just slap a coat on and then we can put the appliances on there--

and then?

CRACK!

Nope--the deck didn't break--but?

lightning bolts came from the eyes of the men.

"Paint? Girly White PAINT???"

sigh.

I had blasphemied.

"It has to at least be sealed," I protested."This is Lousisana, for chrissakes--we're in danger of losing our termite control contract NOW because we need a load of dirt to shore up the slab."

Their eyes narrowed in amazing synchronicity.

Oh bother! The witch was making sense. (again)

Well, okay.

But just a clear water seal.

Um, actually, I was thinking that grayish blue stuff.

C'mon guys. It will hide the dirt (we have dogs & teenagers) AND it will match the blue exterior of the house.

Okay.

But you should have seen the gloom.

"Now where's that white marine paint?"

For WHAT?

"I want to paint this lattice that we're using to replace the privacy fence that the termites ate."

WHY?

Their mouths were hanging open.

I sighed.

"So it will look pretty. That way? It will match the exterior of the house--blue & white--get it guys?"

But you won't see it! It's going to be covered in vines.

(We've intended to grow squash there)

I sighed.

"It won't ALWAYS be covered in vines."

And besides, Mike protested, it's gonna match. It'll match the wood.

"Well Mike, it would indeed match all the unpainted wood in your yard, but not in mine."

He grinned.

airhole

I thought.

bitch

I heard him think.

We both smiled at each other sweetly.

I shrugged and said, "It's no biggie."

"But is that a full gallon, G?"

Why?

"I want to make sure we have enough."

For WHAT?

"I want to paint the bricks in front of the house."

I was working Mike's nerves.

You're going to paint brick?

He shook his head and looked like he might cry.

"Since his Dad put up blue vinyl siding with white trim, the stone bricks look out of place."

I lit a cigarette and exhaled at him.

"My roses are going to look great against the white."

What Roses?

I explained to G that I was going to plant a white Rose bush, in memory of my father, whose casket was covered in white roses, and right next to it, I intended to plant a red rose bush, in memory of his father, who, as a Master Mason, had been covered in Red Rose Petals as part of the Masonic Burial Rite.

Silence.

Finally.

No argument.

"Well you are going to get out there and paint bricks behind the thorns every year..."

I nodded.

It's a deal.

Oh...and I want to replace the red rocks that are in the garden too."

ARGGGGGHHHHHHHHH...

I pouted.

With white pebbles.

I wasn't asking YOU to do it, just pick some up when you go to Home Depot for the waterseal. Thompson's too. Not some cheap offbrand.

Sheesh.

*  *  *

I sat at the table, sketching out shelving placements we'd need for books, videos, dvd's and vinyls.

They looked at each other fearfully and went inside.

*  *  *

"Is she ever happy?" I heard Mike ask my husband.

"All she needs is a good--"

"Anybody know where I can get one?" I interrrupted.



"I know, let's hire a crew from Home Depot for that."

I smiled sweetly.

*  *  *

Yep.

Call me a bitch and I'll live up to the name...

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828 posted 06-11-2004 02:50 PM       View Profile for muted   Email muted   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for muted

YOU are soooo much like my mother (almost twins ya know)....and YES, she is still as young and pretty as you!

many things i read of you just makes me giggle to bits...because im seeing HER doing these things! LOL

...you KNOW you have those guys wrapped around your finger! ...but they are lucky you choose blue and white paint....i would have chose PINK..LOL
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829 posted 06-11-2004 03:02 PM       View Profile for serenity blaze   Email serenity blaze   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for serenity blaze

Dawn?

Laughing here about the pink--I also chose the wall color for the inside of the home as I couldn't argue with the vinyl siding.

I assured the hubby I would choose a neutral tone.

I chose a beigish color called "Timescape"...

otherwise known as "ROSE beige"

grin.

Yanno? Now that the accent windows have been opened? It looks kinda PINK.

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830 posted 06-11-2004 05:45 PM       View Profile for Mysteria   Email Mysteria   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Mysteria

OMG your story is SO familiar having been married to two handymen.  The word paint could cause a divorce, and as a matter of fact, it did once.

I have a paint story too and will make it short.  My new husband had bought this big trailer at Cultus Lake close by to surprise me, without telling me, (first off, does that sound like "camping" to you?) Well, that was his first mistake, but there were others.  We drove there that weekend, and there it stood, with its foot-high little picket fence, fire pit, and rock sidewalk.  If I had known then the right name - I would have known that I had "almost" become a Stepford Wife, (and I will give him this - he kept trying.)

So...when he went back into town to work on Sunday, (leaving me there with foot-long buzzing bugs,) I decided I might as well get busy.  I went to the local hardware store in the little town close by, and got "PAINT!"  Lots of paint, in lots of colors.  

By the time he returned on Friday, That property was damn cute actually.  However, my neighbours who knew Bob obviously all better than I did, were standing there waiting for him to drive up as I guess they already knew the surprise I had was going to backfire on me.  

He was NOT happy!  Not at all.  

I had painted that white trailer top to bottom, the rocks now had cute flowers, the sidewalk had scenes, the flower boxes were all colors, and those steps were simply adorable!  If I do say so maself ~  the fence was simply wonderful as I did it all in that Trompe Loeil, depicting the cutest nature scene with little bunnies, raccoons, birds, and the like. (Ron C would have loved it! NOT!)

I swear some of those snotty women actually had their arms folded just waiting for the next scene to evolve, and it did, quite loudly actually.  Well...the poop sure hit the fan.  

He neglected to tell me he was out to surprise me yet again, this time for our anniversary, and had decided to purchase a huge motor home with OUR money, and that the Larson family, (one of the people who came to the lake,) had purchased the trailer this week, and were taking possession in August.  Did I mention we talked every day on the phone?  How's that for communication?  Like that should have been my first clue?

Well I had warned him.  I told him before, "No secrets!" See what can happen when you keep secrets?

I spent the next week with the rental paint sprayer he got me, putting it back white, lugging in new riverbank rocks, and painting over all my artwork on that fence.  (Now, Nan and Kit have seen my handywork LOL, I can really paint honest!) but some people just don't appreciate fine art I guess   .

Well, I would NOT talk to him period for days!  I did not want a stupid motorhome either, I wanted a tent, to rough it in , smell fresh air, etc. for Todd and I, not something on wheels!  Well, one thing led to another and now I paint everything I want - everything!  And PINK too.  See, here's my rosy kitchen LOL, it has pink and white striped walls.


Karen you are too precious!  Well,the first lesson to learn is don't keep the paint can or any evidence in plain sight, get yourself cleaned up before they come home, and then don't admit a thing see?       Guys only really notice change in the house when you show it to them, remember that!  The men that do notice are LONG gone, and happily married for over 25 years LOL, just speaking from my own experience though.

Tell G and M, I watch all those decorating shows, and be careful I might just show up with my tool set, here it is...(now, that should scare them!)


Now that should whip them into shape, and if that doesn't work, then tell them "Kiss Ma Tiara!" and start on it yourself.  There is not a man alive that is not scared of a woman with a hammer in her hand
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831 posted 06-11-2004 06:09 PM       View Profile for Larry C   Email Larry C   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Larry C's Home Page   View IP for Larry C

I deny it!

If tears could build a stairway and memories a lane, I'd walk right up to heaven and bring you home again.

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832 posted 06-11-2004 06:35 PM       View Profile for Nightshade   Email Nightshade   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Nightshade's Home Page   View IP for Nightshade

Welcome Larry - love your tiara!

Karen? I know exactly what you are going through with the remodelling headaches.
  When we first started working on the inside of this house to make it look more like...ummm...modern country...nope...ummm...old country...no, ranch style..hmmm...country/ranch/lodge, yup, that's it, well, we didn't have room in the garage for the rough-side cedar my hubby planned for the livingroom walls. No room in the basement either. What to do? What else?!
Bring the table saw and multitude of tools into the livingroom itself! What better way to get a preview of how it will look when finished then to cut the bloody timber right smack-dab inside the house?! Sawdust...I have a terrible fear of it now. I even hate holding on to a railing if it is wooden because of the length of time it took for my hands to heal from splinters. What's that you ask? Where was the furniture while this was going on? Here there and everywhere. Most of it held bits and pieces of cut cedar or boxes of nails or empty coffee cups and ashtrays. "You worry to much." my hubby would say laying another bundle of wood on top of the kitchen table as the livingroom was full and "needed a bit of cleaning up" so he informed me. Men doing "manly" things....ya gotta luv em'.
  Everything turned out fine though. But, then it was time to rip up all of the wall to wall carpeting and unveil the beautiful hardwood floors. Ya right. The carpeting had been glued down for so many years the floors had blackened. But, that's another story and I am having flashbacks of that monsterous sanding machine - probably the first ever invented - spitting out more sawdust..... more sawdust........
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Hi, ya'all.  Just checkin' in so I don't get too far behind in reading.  

Susan:     You're in my prayers.

Chris, ROTFWL -- but at the same time, feeling much sympathy.  Ask me about the hornets nest sometime (not yet -- it's a long story).  

It's great to see the guys displaying their new wear -- they look so cuuuuute!

PINK PINK PINK PINK ... my formal living room has pink (well more like kind of a rose salmon) furniture -- looks great -- it's a great color .... Sharon I adore your toolset!

Serenity -- love this site and all the stories!  

[This message has been edited by iliana (06-12-2004 12:21 AM).]

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I have a tool kit too, but the only thing I have in mine..well. Let's just say I'll never pound a nail with it!
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I shall be SO back!
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Poet deVine -- LOL no ROTFWL !
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837 posted 06-12-2004 12:39 AM       View Profile for muted   Email muted   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for muted

I WANT THAT PINK TOOLKIT!!!!!
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Muted - Pink tool kit - ebay (of course!)

Poet DeVine - too much data as my son would say

Susan - Some of most wonderful presents come in the form of a complete surprise.  They are even better when you are ready to deal with them   I was not quite ready for mine, but I don't know what I would do without him now.  I have thought about that decision years ago a lot, and sure think doing without a bit of my young adulthood was worth the sacrifice!

Chris, Karen, Sharon (CKS, reminds me of TKO,)and has a nice ring to it, we could be home renovations experts on TLC maybe, NOT! CKS on TLC?  Sounds good anyway.

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*chuckle*

I love the tool kit and yes, I should have known that you, Mysteria would have a tool kit that doubled as an accessory!

I've had a couple of tool kits, but somehow, frown, my tools were always so accessible that they were acquisitioned by men.



oh wow.

Now that could be significant, huh?

*wince*

and I'd love to join in the fun here for longer, but guess what I did now?

sigh.

Well I lusted after the granite countertop, but I lost that battle, ladies and gents.

and yes, I protested: "But, it's going to be the centerpiece of both the kitchen and the livingroom now--it has to be something special!"

So I talked about a process of mosaic--damn me--ya'll know the stuff.

Order extra floor tiles, crack the stuff, grout and seal?

So the guys said, "you talk a good game, so you do it!"

hrrrmph.

So I put that tiara on that Mysteria sent me and went over there and hammered tile all night, and carefully constructed a lovely idea of a countertop.

If I want that idea to be a reality, I have to get up early and go liquid nail and grout it in--it's either that, or the guys will never let me live it down.

OH YEAH?

Watch me make a muscle!

ow....

(but it is looking lovely)

and yes, I broke a nail.

but hell, I had to cut them to practice my guitar in all this spare time I have anyway.

*chuckle*

I go sleep.

I promise, good friends, an update soon.

Tonight I sleep, for tomorrow?

I kick ass!

*  *  *

OH. Ladies? just a little tip? If you want to find quick help at the hardware store? Wear a skirt and Chanel.

and I swear, I'd completely forgotten about the tiara on me head!



  
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"Perhaps you're wondering what I'm ranting about? I'm talking about house rennovations. Do you realize that statistics show that fifty percent of couples who rennovate a home get divorced before the rennovations are completed?

That's looking very good to me about now.

Forget about the house. I want my life rennovated."

that is so true...I am a living example...26 years in this house and the last 4 left alone with the last of the supplies to do the final renovations were piled in my entranceway~~

By the way I  decided to ceramic/clay tile my kitchen floor, counters, backsplash and  island I made myself and it turned out very good although you will every now and then have to reseal your grout...If I can find my pictures  later this morning  will send  some to you Karen.

And Mysteria..I had to smile at your pink  tool kit...at least that way you know which are yours when they get "borrowed" by another.

well..so much for an early read...time to go back to bed.
~smiling~
Maureen

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841 posted 06-12-2004 09:21 AM       View Profile for Nightshade   Email Nightshade   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Nightshade's Home Page   View IP for Nightshade

Karen - YOU GO WOMAN !!!

Sharon - I love your kitchen!!! It reminds me of a pastry shop....or icecream parlor!
Ooooh, I would be hungry all the time if I lived there. A pink toolkit?!! How wonderful.

Maureen - Good to see you here! Hugs!

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[I'll add more...soon]

03-06-2003

Remodeling

There are all sorts of remodelings…
we remodel lifestyles,
homes, wardrobes…

sometimes it’s imaginable
that He has the most awesome job,
in remodeling…

Witnessed just such, today.

Good week for an ice storm
they all said…
so Tuesday brought 45 degrees
first thing in the morning,
then the wind whipped a snip
and flashed cold from the north
14 degrees…“arctic”, they said…

how right they were.

Drizzling fog came in and clung on
to cars, trees, shrubs, walks, lines, us…

anything that didn’t move,
wouldn’t move for a day or so…
I looked up overhead that afternoon
to our squirrels’ nests above,
wondering if the papa was inside,
ju-jitsuing his doorway to the world…
or if his escape hatch froze shut during a short
afternoon nap…

things like that, happen…

everything stayed in the cold freeze until…
today.

Now, for the last few weeks, our home has been
in the process of being remodeled…
time, talent, backs, legs, and oceans
of emotions have gone into
decisions, colors, textures, schedules, trips to,
from various stores for this, that, and
other things…

and it’s funny.

We fall into that invariable trap of believing
for a moment in time
that we might control things.

Which takes me back
to this day.

Looking through new windows that now
surround my house,
observations were made…

ice that clutched to cottonwood’s limbs
these last two days, had grasped and clasped it close,
like a lover,

now felt the switch and stitch of wind’s
southerly movements,
and Sun-denly 40 degrees
glimmered lovely, warmly,
loosening icy clasp and grasp

as wind was kissed in balm,
so in blush it rushed in glee

scattering ice knives, remodeling
trees…

I heard my mate, who was not a squirrel, who
could not hibernate, say…

“Oh my God, I hope the windows will be ok…”

there are all sorts of remodeling…
some more spectacular than others…

sometimes we even get to watch the remodeling
of prayer,

and thanksgiving.
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I've remained quiet as long as humanly possibly, but no man should have to suffer blasphemy in such abject silence.

Painting wood is bad. Everyone who has, at any time in their life, painted wood should cast their eyes to ground and appear contrite for a full thirty seconds. You have been bad, very bad, and it wasn't the right kind of bad. Look ashamed.

Painting bricks, however, goes beyond bad. It is sacrilege. It is sorrow and horror and fright, all rolled into a single ill-conceived act of human conceit. Paint your lips if you must. Color your hair. Polish your nails and tattoo little illusions of nature on foliated stretches of hidden skin. But for the sake all held holy and right, leave the damn bricks alone! What did they ever do to you?

Sigh. I can see it now.

Karen will accidentally plant Cara Mia or Forever Young and, upon discovering their early summer buds blossoming in deep shadows of sultry red, will grab a spray can and paint all her roses a lovely Krylon white. It should match the nice, equally dead brick wall quite nicely.

Far be it for me to ever put any ideas into some husband's head, but getting even is an art too many have apparently lost. By all means, Serene One, put your time and muscle and torn nails into finishing that lovely mosaic counter top. Just don't be surprised if you wake up some morning and find it painted a nice, shiny black.


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laughing at Ron's  posting....

We spent years stripping our woodwork to  let it's natural beauty show through...

My neighbor wants to paint her bricks white, also..I just think to myself how much work that will continually be down the road as it  peels and wears off unevenly.

But "to each their own" or something like that...

M
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Pout.

Well I wouldn't paint the bricks, if somebody hadn't put NASTY vinyl siding over--you guessed it--WOOD!!!

sigh.

I toldja.

I like wood.

In fact, I've spent a lifetime encouraging it.



and I'm rethinking the brick.

I could just cover the whole thing with WHITE LATTICE and plant some climbing roses, huh?

Or ivy..

or...

*chuckle*

I just hope the guys let me live.

grin.

I'm off now, to go liquid nail...



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Oh lady of the hammer...Don't forget to let that stuff dry for 24 hours once you glue it down.  I have actually done lots of that stuff in my day.  Here is a little sampling of the girls and I making the table for their Mother for Mother's Day.  She loved it (garage sale table, and my plates!)
  Also helps to put a really good sealer on it when you are done too.  On one countertop I did I actually put a liquid resin over it, and was "buzzed out" for two days after that LOL.  Don't forget to open all windows
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~* Kiss Her Tiara If You Don’t Mind? *~



~*~  
She sits not upon a throne of gold,
But one carved from tears and sweat.
Her scepter holds no precious jewels,
But is it genuine?  You bet!

The biggest stone in her crown,
Is a soul that shines so bright.
It’s framed with baguettes of humour
That warm her friends each night.

It twinkles of intelligence, eloquence,
Her love of mankind, and that “itch”
To write about the goodness of a human spirit,
Would you believe that of any witch?

Nothing will ever bend her tiara,
Its strength comes from real life.
She’s had too long, a sad journey,
Through childhood, then mother, and wife.

If ever there was a deserving Princess,
Our sweet Serenity you are one.
Look how far you’ve come baby,
Just look what you have done!

For some reason you fail to see yourself,
In the light we all see you now,
An accomplished, complete woman,
A Princess fitting for a tiara, and how!

So when you think, royalty and tiara,
Kiss her tiara if you don’t mind,
She’s earned a place upon that throne,
As royalty of the most genuine kind.

To:   A “Tard” Princess On Her Birthday!
From:  So Grateful To Call You ~ Friend!

All the schooling in the world won't teach you what listening to one person will.

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Sharon..such a beautiful and loving poem~~
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There once was a great writer named Karen
Whose fine work and journal she'd be sharin'
New Orleans was home to this lady
Her voice famous in grand places and shady.
Serenity's potions were true
And if she cast eyes on you -
You'd feel "gleeee" from infant to eighty!


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Dear, dear Karen, your utterly unpretentious and caring heart, has given me smiles through tears at least a zillion times. What a blessing! Happy Birthday Luv. May only your good dreams come true.      Chrislane
 
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