Thursday, July 31, 2008

Hi...My Name Is

So due to the astronomical prices of building contractors and professional painters in combination with our willingness to start projects in which we have no expertise in whatsoever, hubby to be and I (along with a crackerjack team of other non-professionals) are doing the majority of our renovating and home improving on our own.

Now seems like an appropriate time to reveal the name of our house, because really…what better time is there than at the beginning of a post revolving around said subject. So after a rather lengthy text conversation (two in all) and after considering countless name suggestions (again…two), one name really seemed to capture us and our soon to be home just perfectly. So from now on we’ll refer to our house as McNest – a tribute to Grey’s Anatomy terminology and a cute name for our cozy retreat (and we know I love cuteness).

Renovating is a rather new experience for me. As time goes by, walls go down, walls go up and so on and so forth – we’re pretty much being offered a fresh start – a blank slate you might say. Know what comes with a blank slate? Lots of options. Don’t get me wrong, I love the opportunity to do just what we want to McNest. However, as many of you know, I sometimes tend to be a tad bit indecisive. This is evidenced by the fact that I have been trying since the day after we were engaged to decide on a paint color for the kitchen. Here we are 47 days later and still no progress made on that front.

Some might also say that I tend to sometimes possibly be a little bit on the melodramatic side. Who me? What? It’s true. When I walk into McNest, my brain goes into overdrive and starts composing to-do lists to cover all of the stuff that needs to be done. It is just simply overwhelming the way my mind works – allowing absolutely no room to focus on anything more than completing the whole renovation at once and if at all possible by the end of the week. Flight of the Bumblebee starts playing in my head and the room starts spinning (not really – but it makes for good effect while writing – me dramatic? Never).

At times like that I have to remember to breathe (luckily I learned how to treat hyperventilating while at my surprise birthday/engagement party so I’m an expert at calming myself down). Then figure out what task I’m going to work on (or Eddie is going to work on), and then be happy when we accomplish something (yes! I totally succeeded in putting the outlet covers back on – I rock!)

So yeah – renovations have proven to be a lot of things – stressful (how’s it gonna get done), frustrating (dumb wallpaper), and difficult (dumb wallpaper). But the renovations have also give us much to laugh about (dumb wallpaper), given us some fun times (painting), and have been pretty rewarding even this early on.

I want McNest to have character, and I’m thinking between the two of us – it’ll have just that ;)

Monday, July 28, 2008

The Dark Side of Gardening

Now that I am an expert in gardening (the Miracle Gro really does work y’all!), I have been enlightened by many things…things I’d like to share with you faithful three readers.

Oh yes…the beauty and tranquility that the lovely blooms in my front yard have created in my neighborhood have surely moved us right on up to the top tier of our homeowner’s association and right onto the cover of Home & Garden (not really – but it’s my blog and I can say what I want to).

Don’t be fooled though. There is a dark side to a gardener’s world. It’s not all a rosy colored world full of coordinated gloves and gardening shoes. No…there are serious crimes that await … misdemeanors in the making…and the scene of the crime you ask? That would be my front yard.

Apparently someone’s under the assumption that “your daisy is my daisy” as my perfectly beautiful red bloom has been plucked away… leaving just a green stem to stand all alone. Eddie broke the news to me gently…but still it hurt. It was only a day before the crime that I had sent him a cell phone photo of our red daisy saying how happy I was that the Miracle Gro had in fact worked a miracle and we had a pretty flowers to show for it. Did the person who stole my flower not think I would notice? Honestly...there are like only 3 plants that are actually still alive...it would have been impossible for me not notice it was gone!

Um excuse me neighbor people, but my garden (and I use that term loosely) is NOT a collection of free horticultural samples for the taking. I’m not trying to say that my daisies are like part of my possessions (well yes I am)… but I am saying that they should not be stolen.

Part of the joy in planting and (always and forever) watering all of the flowers is knowing what will come…the anticipation of one day showing up and lovely shades of pink, purple, orange, yellow and red have exploded and blossomed overnite. Such a beautiful sight really…and not just for me… they are for the neighbors and drivers-by (hi ice cream truck driver!) also… I want them to enjoy all the beauty too…but someone took away that joy for me and for others.

What was this person thinking when they stole my flower - the daisy that could have brought so many people smiles and warm fuzzies should they walk or drive by our house and glance in its direction? I almost wouldn’t be so bothered by it except it wasn’t like the whole stalk was ripped out on an impulse…this flower crime was clearly premeditated. I wouldn’t be surprised if they brought their own outdoor scissors.

You know…if someone wants a flower…they should really just ask me…
I’m of the kind-hearted set of folk who would be happy to share the beauty of my garden with others. I would run into the house and get my garden scissors and arrange a lovely bouquet of flowers and greenery…all the while chatting about the many intricacies of soil and petals and all sorts of flowery things I’ve learned in the past month.

After this incident though, I’m almost considering putting up a fence or a moat or something … a barrier to protect my plants from those flower traffickers. Florists should really be aware of where their suppliers are getting their goods – possibly out of the yards of unsuspecting gardening novices like myself.

Monday, July 21, 2008

Call it Hoover because Wallpaper Sucks

(this one is long...prepare yourself)

Who knew that house renovations could take so much out of a person – I’m not only tired … and sore…but I broke three nails in the process and will forever have a deep seated hatred for vinyl-coated wall coverings of any sort.

Fridays prior to house renovations used to consist of date nites…I’d get my nails done…maybe we’d have dinner downtown, go see a movie, have a nite in watching Grey’s…or maybe even go to a concert to hear some of our favorite music…take a swim in the pool…just fun stuff

Want to know what this Friday nite was like? This face should say it all.

Our house has wallpaper in three areas…a border in the bedroom…a floral print in the dining room, and a circa 1980 print in the kitchen. Friday nite’s sole purpose was to rid the walls of the paper so that we could finish our painting (and move me ever closer to the decorating stage that I’m so looking forward to)

Keep in mind that I have no idea about any type of home improvement methods of doing this…however I have seen the television show Home Improvement and I’ve watched Trading Spaces and Flip this House so I thought that whatever we were doing would take about 30 minutes to an hour (that’s how long those jokers on tv take!)… I was thinking we’d rip the junk off in a snap…

Eddie showed up at the house with a spray bottle filled with what I thought would be miracle wall paper remover ...in actuality it was filled with vinegar…which when mixed with warm water…then sprayed on wallpaper… should just make the stuff peel right off ...Nothing is ever as easy as it seems… what I thought would be a quick rip and peel away turned into hours of tedious scraping

I realize that before my house can become beautiful that things may have to get ugly…and ugly it was!


Ugly and tricky. When that first layer of wall paper comes off you’re thinking woohoo yay success…until you notice that layer underneath still stuck to the wall with cement apparently. And when that crap finally does come off the wall it’s like papier mache… it’s wet and gooey and gluey…and gross…and it wants to stick to your fingers…your hands…your hair…your clothes…your floor…the wall that has already been scrapped….the bottom of your feet… everywhere

Not to mention how hard some of it was to get too...ladders to reach high borders...crawling all over counter tops to get under cabinets....Oh and that was the good part…



Some of the paper was so cemented to the wall that it didn’t come off in strips…no…we had to scrap it off in like little half inch pieces (talk about making quick progress)…and bonus…some of those little pieces came off the wall and took a nice big chunk of sheetrock off with them.
So yeah hours (and I do mean hours) after scoring, spraying, scraping, and swearing(kidding) +(alliteration bonus) …the wallpaper and most of the mess underneath it was off the walls...

Since we mangled the sheetrock underneath it in the kitchen… there’ll be some scrubbing of glue…sanding…patching and priming in our future (guess I know what we’re doing Friday nite).

In conclusion…wallpaper sucks.
If I ever go to prison (though highly unlikely…it’s possible – even Martha Stewart went)… the worst possible punishment I can imagine would be stripping wallpaper off the walls…

I’ve found that the best way to take it down…is by never putting it up in the first place.

Wednesday, July 16, 2008

Gardening 101

On my quest to become America’s Next Top Model – I mean America’s Best Wife(to be) Ever, I decided to go to Walmart today and purchase MiracleGro. I did this in order to make the exterior portion of our cute little house more picture perfect, since the interior of the house, with walls torn down and bare floors, looks a little less than Pottery Barn at the moment.

Our poor little plants which were oh so lovely on the first day I saw them (see the pretty daisy picture?) have now withered away and look more Homely & Hopeless and less Home & Garden.

I have inherited many things from my mother…and apparently my luck with flora is just one more. Instead of a Green Thumb – I have a Thumb of Death. Flowers that could probably thrive in the driest regions of the Sahara desert or with no sunlight for the majority of the year come into contact with me and promptly keel over. Thanks mom! Why couldn’t I have got your wee tiny waist instead? I have no idea.

Now instead of amazing blooms and perfectly symmetrical alignment (thanks Eddie) of all sorts of flowers and greenery that would cause onlookers to “oooh and aaah”, we have more grass and weeds in one little flower bed than we have flowers! And the other flower bed…bless its little soul… looks like it has suffered from years of neglect. We really have watered them often, even through a voluntary conservation of water that the city placed upon us.

Most shocking of all is this little tidbit that I’m going to share with you. Apparently the surname Thrasher came from a form of the word “thresher” – this according to an expert on genealogy (my grandpa’s first cousin twice removed and then doubled and then divided by three). And according to another expert, Mr. Dictionary (first name Webster), a thresher was some sort of farming expert. Apparently those genes skipped my generation. Thank goodness Eddie didn’t buy us a farm to supply our people with nourishment. I can’t even grow a proper flower much less something edible that will sustain life. My family would starve!

Obviously my grade of A+ in Botany while in college means nothing in real life.

Here’s to hoping MiracleGro will work …well…a miracle :)

Tuesday, July 15, 2008

The Beginning

In my efforts to inform tens of thousands of people about the many facets of my intriguing life by creating various blogs (with terribly long run-on sentences) and then leaving them in the dust after a few months ... here is the newest installation… a personal blog entitled Soon to be w/Ed. Get it? Soon to be wed. I’m like a comic genius I swear (Reason #1 that Eddie loves me)…

Just wait until the next blog … the natural wit that I put into that name will leave you speechless…I realize by giving that little bit away…you will all be living in suspense until the unveiling of the next one…and honestly…that’s what I’m going for here

At any rate… here we go… I’ll go ahead now and apologize for any bad grammar, spelling, and for the overuse of ellipses instead of correct punctuation… I really like the three dots…and feel they fit me better than using an actual period to end a sentence…because as we all know…I never “really” stop talking… I just pause for dramatic effect, to take a quick breath and then I keep it rollin…

Oh and I tend to use parentheticals far too much (but I tend to like to explain) < - - -see? Case in point :)

My original plan behind Soon to be w/Ed involved me posting poignant hallmark moments, interesting facts, and hopefully somewhat humorous anecdotes about engaged life…photos of befores and afters of our house project (which has yet to be named but will be soon since it’s imperative to this blog) renovations and the like, and various other thoughts I feel the need to share with you as it relates to my life/our life (I’ve totally got to remember Eddie here too!) prior to the wedding :)

I’m not saying that my original plan will last or even begin …as I am prone to changing my mind frequently…but that’s my plan…my “to do list” you might say

Perhaps I can get hubby-to-be to “guest post” every once in a while…but I’m not promising anything…because he may or may not be able to break himself away from the many tasks that he is currently assigned to … and I’d hate for you to get your hopes up and then crush them… I’m not in that business folks

What I am in the business of…is keeping you informed…all of you tens of twenties of people who will hopefully enjoy this little look into my life soon to be w/Ed :)

Love,
Nikki

 
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