Back by popular demand (or Karen's demand) here is home improvement day 3. I wasn't going to post these pictures of our living room because I haven't done anything with it in a few years, but we were just having a discussion about cheap painters and I wanted to show a picture of what I was talking about. A few years ago, our neighbor recommended a painter to do all of the common areas in our house, along with our living room, loft, kitchen and dining room. We have 18 foot ceilings in our living room and he charged us $600 for the whole job. It was something to watch because he was standing on a telescoping ladder that was perched up against the wall as he painted the top, flawlessly, without even taping off or touching the crown moulding. I can tell you, this guy has skills. He has done a lot of work for us since and we have been happy to recommend him to others. So, if you are interested in moving to Houston (Ramona) I'll be sure to give you his number. :) (BTW, I don't know why all of my pictures have a yellowish tint to them.)
This is our kitchen. It is screaming for granite counter tops and stainless appliances. Unfortunately, it is going to be awhile before that happens. I am holding out for the Electrolux cooktop because I can't think of many things more awesome than the ability to boil water in 90 seconds. And I would love to change a few things so that I could put in a built-in refrigerator. A girl can dream, can't she?
So we had a pretty good weekend. The boys enjoyed their extra day off and I couldn't really complain. Two of them managed to get invited to go out with friends and Jared hung around the house with me. I was relieved because Joe wanted me to help him build a Lego ship, and while I enjoy helping him out, I was not prepared to spend 4 hours searching through a bucket of Legos looking for missing pieces. However, I was the only person to think that his play date meant a reprieve for me. When I went to pick him up, the first thing he asked was if I finished the ship. For some reason, he assumed that even though he was not home, I was going to work on it anyway. I don't know where he got that idea.
Today, I made it back to the gym for the second time this year. Last week, I went and I was so out of shape that I could barely walk or move my arms for 4 days (not even exaggerating here). I decided to take it a little easier today so that I can actually try to get back at least one more time this week. And because the use of my extremities is helpful.
I guess that's it for now. I wish I had a more exciting story to tell. In the event you are bored and looking for something more entertaining, I was browsing through my archives looking for a post about when I first joined the gym and I came across
this entry. I would like to say those were good times but really, I do not wish to ever endure the punishment of another personal trainer ever again. At least I lived to tell about it. Off to catch up on blogs now. Have a good one!