Projects

I have a long list of things I would like to get done while Paige is napping, and blogging is not on that list. Oh well.

My torn hamstring made a very quick recovery last week. Seth helped out a lot around the house, and I was able to take it easy just to make sure everything was nice and healed. Several items I had ordered for little projects around the house all arrived last week, so I was itching to do all those projects. So I did.

  • I took the mirror from our downstairs bathroom to the glass store to have them trim off the bottom inch of it where the foil has peeled off the back. I dropped it off, went to Wal-Mart, and picked it up on my way home. The reason I had to go to the glass store was to pick up the new trim piece for our shower door. (But that will get its own bullet.) I knew I was going to have to fill in the holes from the existing brackets, paint, and install new brackets, but it ended up being a bit more of a process than I expected. I also had to paint over some mildew on the wall where the mirror was, and buy some double-sided foam tape to mount it back up with. And having a mirror just sitting around the house doesn’t make me comfortable. So I got all that done as quickly as I could, working on it Saturday night and Sunday morning.
  • The light fixture I special ordered from Home Depot arrived (earlier than expected), so I was able to pick that up and buy the miscellaneous stuff needed for the mirror project all at the same time. It took a good hour on Sunday afternoon to install it. It’s a (very plain) chandelier to replace the brass monstrosity in our “office”, which is really the formal dining room of the house. There is a lot of trimming of wires and bending of links to contend with. Once it was up, I asked Seth if I should zip-strip it up higher. We had done that to our previous one so we didn’t knock our heads on it all the time. He said to leave it and see how it went. On Monday, Paige fell off her chair at the kitchen table, and I stood up from the computer really fast to go get her. I clanged my head on the pointy end of the chandelier. Then a little while later I stood up again and ran right into it. Time to zip-strip it up, so I did. If you’re taller than about 6′, you might clang your head on it. Just warning you.
  • The new blinds for the playroom (which is actually the living room of the house) arrived last week, also. The existing pleated shades would not lower very easily. Guests (family members who used to be forced to sleep in that room) were getting irate. I was fed up with them, but kept putting off buying them for some reason. Sunday evening I took down the old pleated shades and put up the new faux wood 2″ blinds. They’re fancy because they’re called “faux” instead of “fakey”. But I like them, and unless you walk up and start bending them, you can’t tell they are fake (or faux, for that matter). The cords are really long, though, so I have to make yet another trip to a hardware store to install some cord winders on the window molding. I do so love to drill.
  • I am still in the process of putting up the new shower trim piece. I removed the old one this morning and still have more scraping of old caulk to do. I have done an awful lot of work on that shower. It had mildew problems at the top (where there isn’t any tile), so a few years ago I put 3 coats of Kilz primer and 3 coats of mildew-proof paint on that area. No more mildew! The previous owners had been a little caulk happy, and that caulk was a little mildew happy, so I had to get scrape happy and take it all off. I have also removed and re-installed the shower door, but for the life of me I can’t remember why I did that. It probably involved mildew. Doesn’t everything? Remind me to tell you about the black blob… oh, you don’t want to know.

And funnily enough, my hamstring has started hurting again. Perhaps I need a little bit more rest? I just can’t sit still, though.

Stuff I can’t live without – Part 1

I do have a lot of blog posts in my head, but they never seem to actually make it onto my blog.  And for that, dear readers, I apologize, as I know your disappointment at checking my blog only to find I haven’t written.  (And if that does happen to you, please get a blog reader!  Then I won’t feel so bad!)

So here is part 1 of stuff I can’t live without.  Luckily this series is not titled “stuff/people I can’t live without”, because it would be a toss up between my husband and this first item.  (Sorry, Seth.)  He knows it, though.

I present, without further ado, the #1 item I can’t live without.  (Well, ok, it’s the first one I’m listing, though it may not actually be the most important.  I couldn’t possibly give a definitive #1 to anything.)  And after further ado, and without any further ado:

Swiffer SweeperVac

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Now, don’t confuse this with just a Swiffer.  This is Infinitely Better.  I used to have just a Swiffer, but it didn’t pick up bigger particles.  And don’t be fooled into thinking “Isn’t this just another vacuum?”  No!  It vacuums, but it also runs the duster cloth along the floor.  We have wood floors on our entire main floor.  Those darn floors really need to be dusted, and a regular vacuum attachment can’t do that.  I can’t imagine hauling out the big vacuum every time I wanted to clean.  The floors need to be vacuumed several times a day (not saying I vacuum several times every day, but I vacuum quite a lot).  This little guy runs on a battery, so I don’t have to go around plugging and unplugging it as I move around.

It has its limitations, certainly.  The battery doesn’t last super long (maybe under 5 minutes).  You have to replace the Swiffer cloths often, and I’m sure environmentalists would have a problem with that.  The vacuum doesn’t have a lot of suction.  It’s enough to get your standard dust, lint, and crumbs.  I find it doesn’t pick up the sand that gets tracked into the house during the winter (sand/salt mix that gets put down on snowy roads, picked up by my car’s tires, and tracked in from the garage by all of us).  But I can live with all of that because it is so handy to have.

And no, they aren’t giving me a commission or anything.  I just love the product (limitations and all) and feel it has made my life easier.  And that’s a terrific thing!

Welcome Swap-Boters!

Sorry the blog is so slim.  I meant it to be better than this.  Really I did.  I *think* I have some humorous things to write.  Not sure where they vanished to, though.

Here’s one thought that’s been bouncing around my head lately, and trust me, it’s not that interesting.  Read on at your own risk.  There is a gas station I drive by often that, as of late, has a sign that says “15 cents off each gallon of gas with purchase of a car wash”.  I know other gas stations do that, too.  I’m just wondering, does this really fool people into thinking they are getting a deal?  I mean, a car wash is around $6.  Sure, if your car needs a wash and you were planning on getting one anyway, it’s a good deal.  But if you kind of impulse-buy the car wash, you just got snookered.  Here’s my suggestion: if you’re complaining about gas prices (Ours is at $3.85 right now.  How about everyone else???), skip the automatic car wash and wash your car at home.  Or better yet, go to the wash-your-own bay on sale day (Tuesday) and wash your car for 50 cents.  Surely you can’t even do it that cheap at home.  (Maybe you can, but I don’t know how many gallons of water it takes to wash a car or even how much water costs.)  Perhaps we can’t control the price of gas, but there are other things we can cut back on.  Right?  Right.  Off you go!  Shop wisely!

Ah, Now I Remember!

After my train of thought derailed last night, I did finally remember what I meant to blog about.  Sorry you didn’t get the full version then!  Here goes.

We sometimes will rent a movie, get Chinese food, and sit in front of the TV and watch a nice G movie as a family.  Feeling particularly lazy last Sunday (well, we had already played tennis for an hour as a family!), I wasn’t in the mood to cook.  Quinn and I ran to HyVee (a local grocery store) because I knew they had $1 movie rentals.  They were out of a Red Box machine.  This is the only place I’ve seen them, but I suspect there are more around.  So, comments:

  1. One dollar. One dollar! Can you believe you can actually rent fairly new movies for one dollar (per night)? I’m not saying this is going to replace NetFlix, or that they have a huge selection, but hey, there was enough of a selection to get us a couple movies. And we knew we weren’t going to keep them long.
  2. The entire transaction was done by machine. Selecting a movie, swiping the credit card (altogether cashless system), dispensing the video. This is not phenomenal technology, no, but this is what I expect from technology. Yes, using bar codes, a machine should be able to file and then display the movies it has inside it. It should be able to reach in with its little mechanical gizmo and grab the one I want, then shove it out the slot (or is it elves?). Upon returning it, it also took it from me and re-filed it in its stock; it didn’t just drop in a slot to be hooked back on by a person. * sidebar below about same technology used in an irritating manner
  3. We rented a Bob the Builder movie, which was not for family time watching, and we rented Mr. Magorium’s Wonder Emporium. I thought it was a terrific movie. Seth thought the ending fell apart, but I was more concerned about Natalie Portman’s ugly hairdo. And I was just enjoying the movie. I enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed (and still enjoy) reading Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. The original movie was hokey, and I haven’t seen the newer one (and don’t really want to). I must digress and make a comment about the sequel to the book, Charlie and the Great Glass Elevator. I read both to Kate, and I must say, I didn’t remember the second one being so disgusting. But it is. The Vermicious Knids are truly disgusting, and let me tell you, I was glad I was reading it to her, rather than her reading it herself, so that I could skip large segments. Roald Dahl, what happened? The BFG, the first Charlie, and then this nasty stuff? So back to the Emporium. How is it Jason Bateman looks the same age as when he was in Valerie (or The Hogan Family) in the 80s? Is it the freckles? He is almost 40 people!!!! Anyway, he was an accountant, and as the magical people in the movie deduced, that was short for “A Counting Mutant”. So the entire movie they called him “Mutant”. It was hilarious.

So go out and rent it (preferably for $1 from a Red Box). You’ll be glad you did. And that will be about the only movie review you ever read from me, because I watch very few movies.

That’s all for now. I need to write about some picture sometime…