Our fireplace is brick. Dirty, ugly, nondescript brick colored with stains on it. With the mantle being a real focal point in our living room, i have been going back and forth for months over whether to paint the brick at all, and if I did paint it, whether to go dark and bold with black, light with white, or somewhere in between with contrasting tiles. It just so happens that this weekend, I am home alone for 3 straight days. Danger Danger. This is typically when I get a little crazy and do projects that the husband wouldnt necessarily approve with (I figure if he is away while I do it, he cant say no). So whats on tap this weekend? Oh, maybe a little trim and closet door painting in the master bedroom, and most definitely some ugly brick painting. Inspiration...here it is:
Monday, July 11, 2011
During our little vacation up to NH we took a little detour to see the Madison Boulder. Locate don the dump road. In my town. Yes, there is a road called the dump road in the town I grew up in. What is Madison Boulder you may ask? Well its just one of the biggest glacial erratics in the world! In normal person talk- its a big effing rock in the middle of the woods. Since the husband and Kiley (Ben's gf) had never experienced Madison in the Summer, we all felt it was absolutely necessary to bring them by this attraction. You can just tell how exciting this little trip was by the astonished looks on their faces...
Wednesday, July 6, 2011
Long time no talk people. We just got back from a lovely summer vacation to NH- very exilerating- believe me. While we were up there, ma and paw Jean decided to use their little gift card that we all gave them for Xmas and go for a little ride in a bi-plane. with no cover on the top. Anyone who knows my mother should be impressed by this story already. So we haul ass into two cars and head down to the quaint town of Laconia NH, otherwise known as tramp stamp central. We arrive in a deserted parking lot and we sit in the hot lakes region sun for about 30 minutes, before realizing that we are actually at the wrong place, wrong side of the airport, wrong wrong wrong. We again arrive at a parking lot, and head inside to meet Phil the pilot, walk to the hangar, and check out the plane. It has a wooden propeller (is that what they are called?) They climb into the tiny seat in the front, put on their headphones and took off into the sky. We got back into the cars, and headed to the nearest arcade/bar so we could get our skee-ball/ bloody mary game on. Photo sequence below shows all the action, check it:
walk walk walk, all day long...
wooden prop- told ya.
ma and paw pre-flight
this is what we in the biz call a "happy dance". Or the polish jig. Dad watches on while already in de plane!
my photo skills are top notch. Theres de plane!
and there they go
skeeball brain freeze
bloody mary heaven
she survived the ride! and even got a slinky as a souvenir!