In honor of Valentine’s Day [our fourth!], I decided to tell the story of “us”. As in Jim & I. It’s been a fairytale romance from the start, with no signs of slowing down. Which makes us both SO happy!!! We’ve both suffered through years of bad relationships in the past, so we were ready for something good!
My office was closed again today due to the crazy #@$% snow that keeps falling. There’s literally nowhere to put it anymore. I have no idea how much snow is actually on the ground – somewhere between 4 & 5′ I believe. The snowbanks are so high you have to heave your whole body to get the new snow up and over the top. It really sucks!
I didn’t think so. But apparently we have the driveway from Hell. After Tuesday’s storm, where we got slammed with 28″ of snow and 60mph winds [all within about 12 hours], we waited for our normal plow guy to come. And waited. And waited. Jim finally called him Wednesday afternoon and was like “dude, where art thoueth?” [he didn’t really say it that way, but in my head he did] and the plow dude was like “I shall arriveth to thy house by 6pm”.
Another weekend gone with no DIY to show for it. Meh. But, like last weekend, I was still very productive! I don’t know why that’s important, but it is… otherwise I have “OMG I did NOTHING this weekend!” guilt, which plagues me all week. So as I sipped my tea Saturday morning, I thought about all the things I could do.
This is what happens when you come home from work on not just the coldest day of THIS year, but also of LAST year, and find that your husband [with all the best intentions!], has turned the heat down to 50°. In my experience, when it’s 7.7° degrees outside, with a -30° windchill, and you live in a drafty house, you bite the bullet and leave the heat set at around 65° so it’s at least bearable when you get home! Extra money down the drain be damned!
For the first time, like, ever, I’m not traveling for Christmas. Hubby and I are going to spend the day in our pajamas, sprawled on the couch, watching Christmas specials and gorging ourselves on vegetarian Thanksgiving dinner [it was so good at Thanksgiving I’m making it again!]. We usually fly to Florida to spend the holidays with our families [who live about 10 minutes apart in SW Florida]. But this year we flew to Florida early
To be honest, I never thought I’d get married. I fantasized about it abstractly, but never met anyone where it seemed like a good idea. I was perfectly fine/happy/content with being single. I had great hobbies, good friends, lots of Netflix, etc. – I never felt I needed “a man” or “marriage” to make me feel complete. Jim never thought he’d get married either. He’d sort of resigned himself to the fact he’d probably be single forever, and was living a comfortable existence as a bachelor with his cat Darwin.
Yes, this post has nothing to do with DIY and everything to do with hair. And my mother will need to be sitting down for this one. On Sunday my friend Briggs asked me if I was having a hair crisis. Which got me thinking about it, and I decided that yes, I sort of am! And I decided my hair crisis deserved a blog post.
Last week I stumbled upon the website for Architectural Salvage, Inc. which is only 40 minutes north of us in Exeter, NH. It looks like they have some really awesome stuff, including old wooden doors [need!], reclaimed barn wood [want!], stained glass windows, leaded glass windows, cool hardware, and funky light fixtures. I told hubby we’re going on a roadtrip soon!