Ramped Up Renos

Well we did it.  We took the plunge, bought the house and are madly trying to get our house listed.  To get the deal done we had to go in firm and lift the condition of selling our house.  Which means we could soon be the proud owner of two homes.  But I can't let myself think about such things.  I have a good feeling about things in my gut.  And my gut, while not slim nor six packish in nature, usually steers me in the right direction.  Perhaps fat cells come in handy after all.
So for the next few days we are madly scrambling in all directions.  Already talked DH off the ledge tonight.  Going to be an interesting few days.

On the Move

By the time you read this, DH and I will have put in an offer on a house across town and begun the daunting task that is preparing a house for listing.  And that means more renos.  And we all know how the bathroom redo went in the spring (and if you don't recall, refresh your memory as it's all in black and white somewhere in this blog).  Everything just seems to get more complicated when DH and I put our hands to work.  For instance, who has ever spent over and hour and a half to get a toilet tank off?  I think it is our "never admit your idea won't work" philosophy.  Once committed, we will persist in our clearly-not-working endevour (for the record, i do know endevour is not spelled correctly but i am committed to it so you'll just have to deal) until a) we have exhausted our known repertoire of new and exciting phrases; b) we have succeeded in breaking something; or c) one of our children appears and offers the most simple, straightforward solution (which is always infuriatingly correct).  While the toilet tank is not broken (but I must admit being tempted to hold it in triumph over my head and then smash it to the ground), the dremel motor tool blade is.  And the hacksaw is also looking a little worse for wear. Next up...crown molding and trim in the basement.  Brace yourselves, this could get ugly.

Happy Birthday DD 1

Happy Birthday to my lovely DD #1, who turns 14 today.  I will delve momentarily into the cliche world of motherly pride and start by saying, this amazing young woman is a girl who is going places.  She has her head screwed on straight (except for where One Direction is concerned--bring up Liam Payne and forget brain power and prepare yourself for random giggling/glassy eyed squealing), her heart in the right place (except for the 5:45 am drives to the pool where she is decidedly not kindly but rather a grunty beastly thing---we are making a charming tim horton's commercial where she grunts while i drink coffee and whistfully shove her out the door with my foot), and is ready to take on change with more confidence then many adults possess (this is true on all fronts, no witty comments to make).  At 14 I am beginning to see the amazing woman this beautiful girl will become and I am excited to take that journey with her.

Guiltily Whining Away My Sunday

Ah, the joy of guilt.  Much as I try to shed myself of it's clingyness (not a real word i suspect) I just can't seem to rid myself of it entirely.  And the source?  Is there any other source but family really?  The things I do for family....things that really, no rational, sane person would ever do.  But I suspect many of you are the same.
So later this week, I am wearing the guilt and dragging it along with me to Canada's Wonderland.  Which I have no desire to visit.  But which, my family (out of town guests) and DDs would happily spend their time and oodles of money on.  Don't get me wrong, my lack of desire to ride the rides (yes, I have gotten that old--they make me dizzy and generally mess up my brain for hours.  sad but true) greatly overrides my lack of desire to fork over my hard earned money on slushies, deep fried whatever, and all things sugar.  I know how the day will end for DD2 in this scenario and it isn't pretty.
So here I sit, whiney and guilt riddled.  Great combo, right?  I would go for a drive and read somewhere quiet except I'd probably just end up feeling guilty about that too.

Bet You Thought You'd Wasted A Bookmark, Didn't You?

Is it July already?  The time since my last post has simultaneously crawled along and sped by.  I don't know where to begin so I won't even try.
All is good in the end and sometimes the parts in the middle don't need to be dwelled upon.
DH is up and moving around.  DD 1 and 2 are healthy.  and I am regaining some much-needed rest and relaxation.
And beginning several new projects including home renos, home landscaping, investigating new career options, scouring real estate listings, and today's event...hosting a 70th birthday party for my wonderful mum.
Happy Birthday to a wonderful woman who is a force to be reckoned, even (and especially) at 70.  Much love Mum. xo