I'm not sure if it was the horrible tangerine color of our bedroom, or just because Shae loves to make me do shit, but somehow I got roped into painting our master bedroom/bathroom this weekend. Basically, the bedroom's not finished, I'm sleeping on the couch, and the people who painted our house last should never be allowed to touch a paint brush again. Ever.
I should have known we were in trouble on Friday when I got home from work and Shae hadn't started work on the room yet (my favorite part of the plan was the part where she did stuff while I was at work). After a few passive aggressive remarks to wifey, we got to work taking apart the bathroom. Of course, since it was evening, things got a little more interesting once we took down the light fixture. You don't need light to paint, right? Eventually we go the bathroom taken apart and primed, and called it a night.
After a freezing night (well, freezing for SD...we had to leave our windows open to ventilate the room), we got up and went to work on the bedroom. Everything from the bedroom and the closet went into the only room in the house with space to hold it all--the guest room. I just want to take a second to suggest to anyone reading this that if you're painting your bedroom and the only other bed in your house is in the guest room, you might want to find somewhere else to keep all of your crap. If you have to keep your crap in the guest room, at least keep the bed cleared. If you ignore those two suggestions, at least make sure that both of your air mattresses aren't stored in a closet in the guest room that you can't get to after filling the room up with all of your crap. Or, ignore my advice and just sleep on the couch. Shae and I chose the last option. We are super-smart sometimes.
Anyway, after we got all of our shit out of the room we went to work cleaning and prepping the bedroom. At this point, I have to ask: how hard is it to take off the outlet and switch covers? We've painted 3 rooms in this house and in every single room the previous painter(s) have been too lazy to take any of the covers off. Every switch and outlet cover has paint on the edges because apparently it's too much effort to take 20 seconds and remove the damn covers. The master bedroom, though, set a new standard in painting laziness. There was an alarm keypad on one of the bedroom walls that had some LEDs on it (this has now been removed). To block the lights at night, someone had taken a plastic card with the keypad instructions and folded it over the panel. When we took the instructions off sure enough there was paint on the sheet. Who the hell is too damn lazy to take a 3x5 laminated piece of plastic off the wall when they're painting? It took 1 second...it wasn't even taped to the keypad.
In contrast to this, the painters took the time and effort to paint (almost) the entire closet interior (including the built in shelves) to match the horrid orange. The one part that they left unpainted (of course one random wall wasn't painted, what else would we expect?) showed that before being painted orange the closet was white. It took about an hour to prime and another hour to paint the closet (and is a large part of the reason we didn't finish painting yesterday). Who the hell would spend (at least) an hour or two painting a perfectly fine closet a horrible shade of orange, but not take the five minutes (or less) it would take to remove all of the outlet and switch covers in the room?
Anyway, that's enough venting about the previous painters, back to our story. There's not a whole lot else to tell except it's Monday evening now and it's about 50/50 that Shae and I will get to sleep in our bed tonight. On the bright side, we "watched" about 10 movies (as background noise, mostly chick flicks) and I got to witness Erica and Shae taking turns shampooing the bedroom carpet. Even unfinished the room looks about 100 times better than the awfulness that was the tangerine, and hopefully we'll finish up the baseboards and touch-up in the next night or two and get moved back in. Pics will be uploaded to our photo album once we're done.
Monday, February 25, 2008
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
30 Days Of Humping
God wants us to have sex daily for 30 days. Or maybe just a minister in Florida. Either way, it's still 30 days of sex. If you're married, you might want to take a look at this. If you're single...umm...maybe you should just skip the article. If you're thinking about getting married soon, get after it ASAP. There are still 27 days left, so get hitched and get humping. Or just get humping.
Sunday, February 17, 2008
A Weekend With The Dog
Now I'm sure there were a lot of good reasons for the Writers' Strike, but I just don't care. My DVRs can only hold so many shows and at this point all I have left are reruns of "My Big Redneck Wedding." I just hope they get some new shows on the air soon so I can get back to sitting around on my ass all weekend. This is all just my long-winded way of saying Shae and I didn't have any TV shows to watch this weekend, so we were forced to leave the house.
Friday and Saturday, we took Lunchbox to the La Mesa dog park. The last (and only) time we took LB to a dog park (in OB), he started the day getting pissed on and ended it running away from a 3-month old shepherd puppy. In between he played for a while and got beat up by a little mutt. We figured it was time to see if our big pansy was ready to try our local park.
Friday afternoon we decided to get off our ass and get the dog some exercise. After finally finding the park (thanks Garmin) we got LB out of the car and into the dog run. As soon as we got into the park three dogs ran up and surrounded our poor little baby. After everyone was introduced (and Lunchbox didn't get peed on, baby steps) we started wandering around the dog run. Shae and I found a nice bench and decided to have a seat and watch LB play with (aka run away from) the other dogs. Of course, Lunchbox decided it would be fun to play with the 120-lb hump-happy German Shepherd. We spent the rest of our stay at the dog park watching LB run up to the shepherd and then run away just before he got mounted. I'm sure there's a joke in there somewhere; feel free to post it below. Saturday was another trip to the park, and more of the same. Lunchbox was more comfortable with the other dogs and spent the day running around with a dalmatian. We spent about an hour and a half there and LB didn't get peed on or humped, so I'm calling the day a win.
On Sunday, Shae and I wanted to get some exercise too so we decided to take Lunchbox and go for a hike over at Mission Trails Park. I think the real reason we went to Mission Trails was so Shae could take pictures, but we're going to stick with the exercise story. It was a nice hike, but for the most part there isn't a lot to say. It was fun, pretty (very green because of the recent rain), and a beautiful day. Of course, LB made sure the day wasn't completely uneventful. After hiking for a while, we came to a spot in the trail that the rain had turned into one big puddle. I saw a way to get around the puddle without getting TOO wet, but Lunchbox had a different plan. As I was doing my best to stay dry, LB figured out he was in water (he is definitely a water dog) and started splashing around, jumping in circles, and generally covering me in muddy water. About 20 yards after the puddle we discovered that the entire path was flooded and we had to turn around and head back across the puddle. This time Shae was ready with the camera.
All in all, it was a fun weekend. We didn't remember to take the camera to the dog park, but here are some more pictures of our hike.
Friday and Saturday, we took Lunchbox to the La Mesa dog park. The last (and only) time we took LB to a dog park (in OB), he started the day getting pissed on and ended it running away from a 3-month old shepherd puppy. In between he played for a while and got beat up by a little mutt. We figured it was time to see if our big pansy was ready to try our local park.
Friday afternoon we decided to get off our ass and get the dog some exercise. After finally finding the park (thanks Garmin) we got LB out of the car and into the dog run. As soon as we got into the park three dogs ran up and surrounded our poor little baby. After everyone was introduced (and Lunchbox didn't get peed on, baby steps) we started wandering around the dog run. Shae and I found a nice bench and decided to have a seat and watch LB play with (aka run away from) the other dogs. Of course, Lunchbox decided it would be fun to play with the 120-lb hump-happy German Shepherd. We spent the rest of our stay at the dog park watching LB run up to the shepherd and then run away just before he got mounted. I'm sure there's a joke in there somewhere; feel free to post it below. Saturday was another trip to the park, and more of the same. Lunchbox was more comfortable with the other dogs and spent the day running around with a dalmatian. We spent about an hour and a half there and LB didn't get peed on or humped, so I'm calling the day a win.
On Sunday, Shae and I wanted to get some exercise too so we decided to take Lunchbox and go for a hike over at Mission Trails Park. I think the real reason we went to Mission Trails was so Shae could take pictures, but we're going to stick with the exercise story. It was a nice hike, but for the most part there isn't a lot to say. It was fun, pretty (very green because of the recent rain), and a beautiful day. Of course, LB made sure the day wasn't completely uneventful. After hiking for a while, we came to a spot in the trail that the rain had turned into one big puddle. I saw a way to get around the puddle without getting TOO wet, but Lunchbox had a different plan. As I was doing my best to stay dry, LB figured out he was in water (he is definitely a water dog) and started splashing around, jumping in circles, and generally covering me in muddy water. About 20 yards after the puddle we discovered that the entire path was flooded and we had to turn around and head back across the puddle. This time Shae was ready with the camera.
All in all, it was a fun weekend. We didn't remember to take the camera to the dog park, but here are some more pictures of our hike.
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
Welcome To Our Life
Ok, so I give up. I'm starting a blog. I figure if Shae has two blogs (The Garden Files and The Daily Photo) maybe it's time I finally started one. I figure rather than telling the same boring story to everyone individually I can just type it up here and let everyone ignore me much easier.
So what's going to be in my blog? Who knows. The plan is for Shae and I to share what's going on with the dog, the house, the business, work, etc. Of course, since I'm involved it could very well turn into a place for me to share stories of my adventures using the restroom at work. We could update it every day, or this might be the only post we ever write (I'm betting it's somewhere in the middle).
If you need your fix of Pat and Shae before we post something interesting, head on over to our pictures and spend some time looking at pictures of Lunchbox.
So what's going to be in my blog? Who knows. The plan is for Shae and I to share what's going on with the dog, the house, the business, work, etc. Of course, since I'm involved it could very well turn into a place for me to share stories of my adventures using the restroom at work. We could update it every day, or this might be the only post we ever write (I'm betting it's somewhere in the middle).
If you need your fix of Pat and Shae before we post something interesting, head on over to our pictures and spend some time looking at pictures of Lunchbox.
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