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| Here's the lastest. Countertops in. Cabinets in process. Fridge coming today. Cooktop in, but gotta get the gas hooked up. Atlanta Gas just informed us that we should have gotten a permit for the gas line we ran to the cooktop and, guess what, now it has to be inspected before they will hook it up! Oh, and its under 12" of concrete...nice! Here's a pic with my cutie patootie niece, Sophie, sitting on the new island! 
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| Now, is this dog chillin' out or what? 
This was after we picked him up at the trainer's. She boarded him for the weekend while we were at the Auburn game (which was a blast!). Evidently, he had fun too cause he was WASTED! But happy to be back with his pack! 
He's so cute. | | |
| So, the floor guy was coming this morning to start on the floors which, as I mentioned yesterday, meant we had to have EVERYTHING out of the house. Just to give you an idea of what we were up against, here is what the kitchen looked like last night at 1am.  
Never mind the rest of the house! We stayed up til 4am. Got it done. Here's what the floors look like without the tile. Already an improvement if you ask me. 
And, of course, I get a phone call from the floor guy this morning saying he's had an emergency and won't be able to start til tomorrow. Now, I am sitting at my desk at 2:52 feeling like complete and utter dog crap. But, by god, we got it done! The next time we stay at our house, our floors will look like this... 
WE HOPE! | | |
| So, remember in a previous post when I mentioned that the kitchen cabinets in our new kitchen were in great shape and we didn't need to do hardly anything to the kitchen? Yeah, well...just take a gander at the pictures.   
Good times! Before we go on...notice the pipes in the trench. 6 opportunities to hit water and 2 opportunities to hit a drain. And, of course, we did! Multiple times! So, here it is. We needed new appliances so we bought new appliances. Of course, new appliances don't fit in old appliance holes. So, here we go. Moving the cabinets around to accommodate our fancy new appliances. Of course, this resulted in us rearranging the kitchen which resulted in us having to dig the above pictured trench in the floor to house the new downdraft that is going in our NEW island which means we are having our cabinets refinished (to cover all the cutting and pasting we are having to do to make the new layout work) which, of course, resulted in the need for new countertops and.....drum roll please!...the grand finale...new flooring throughout the whole house! Yes, you are the winner of a bleeping umpteen thousand dollar bill for new flooring! Step right up. Long story short. There is this hideous brown tile (refer to original pictures of house in previous post) throughout most of the house. I have actually heard it referred to as "restaurant tile"...sounds lovely, eh? Well, we had resolved ourselves to keeping the dirt colored tile b/c removing it would be a huge and costly undertaking. However, when we rearranged the kitchen, we discovered that, of course, the hideous brown tile does not go all the way under the cabinets. That is to be expected. Of course, we gave serious consideration to just leaving the cabinets where they were, but the original owner had installed the peninsula island thingie at an angle. Not a good angle. A bad angle. An angle that makes everyone who enters the kitchen ask (or at least wonder), "why the hell did you install your cabinet like that?" And, by god, if you're gonna pay a zillion trillion dollars for new appliances, new countertops, new cabinets, etc, you sure as hell aren't going to be defeated by some gawd awful tile from the late 70's! One thing led to another and here we are today. Moving all of our stuff out of the house (we're kinda moved in) so that the concrete guy can come in and strip off all the mortar and 25 years of grime and dirt to take the floors down to raw concrete and make them look...just...like............Home Depot. Pinch me. I think I'm dreaming. I wish I had pictures of the floor right now. We've removed all the tile and are currently crunching around on mortar and mastic. Its disgusting. I feel like I live in a rock quarry. By the way, my husband's a rock star. I love it when he puts on those ear muffs and safety glasses! It means he ain't playin' around. | | |
| Yeah, so, Lauren and I were at the mall the other night power shopping for my upcoming work trip to Las Vegas. Just as we were leaving - actually, we closed the place down and had to be "let out" by one of the salespeople. This is where the goose comes in. The salesperson was a really cute woman - late 20s, early 30s, maybe. Stylish with a little edge. Well, when she bent down to unlock the door for us, Lauren and I both went giddy when we noticed that she had a black french manicure on her toenails. Basically, just like a regular french manicure, but with black polish instead of white. I had already noticed her black nails which I thought were so cute and vowed to try it at my next manicure. As we left the store, we both - at the same time - started gushing (as much as Lauren and I are capable of gushing) about how much we loved the look and couldn't wait to try it. Here comes the gander...I went for a mani/pedi yesterday - again, in preparation for my Vegas trip. Got the black nails and the black french on the toes. I wasn't sure about it in the salon. Thought it looked quite odd, but figured it just took some getting used to. Mike's voice kept echoing in my ear. He often talks about being "not cool enough for ______". I'll say, you should buy these shoes! And, he'll respond, "Not cool enough for that". Or, I'm gonna get this haircut and he'll say "are you sure you are cool enough for that?" When I got home, Mike actually asked me what was wrong with my toes. When he took a closer look, he commented that they looked dirty and wanted to know "what the hell made me want to do that". Needless to say, I am not cool enough for the black french pedi. Evidenced by the pictures below.  
Nice. So, I am off to the salon to get my toes redone. A lovely shade of red. And, by the way, how bad does it suck that I have my father's feet. Geez! | | |
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