{"id":859,"date":"2007-12-27T13:48:00","date_gmt":"2007-12-27T18:48:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.michellebeachy.com\/blog\/thursday-december-27-2007\/"},"modified":"2007-12-27T13:48:00","modified_gmt":"2007-12-27T18:48:00","slug":"thursday-december-27-2007","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.michellebeachy.com\/blog\/thursday-december-27-2007\/","title":{"rendered":"Thursday December 27, 2007"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><font face=\"Tempus Sans ITC\" size=4>David Lee has off through New Years Day and I could jump up and down for joy.&nbsp; I love going to bed late and not having him dash off to work at 6:30.&nbsp; I love being with him almost all day and watching Adam follow him around like a shadow.&nbsp; <\/font><\/p>\n<p><font face=\"Tempus Sans ITC\" size=4>Almost as much fun is the long list of projects we&#8217;re working on.&nbsp; A few people looked at me cross-eyed when I told them what we were doing and how excited I am.&nbsp; Apparently those people haven&#8217;t lived in an unfinished house.&nbsp; And who knows, maybe they don&#8217;t like doing projects with their husband as much as I do.&nbsp; I don&#8217;t know.&nbsp; I just know that I love my life!<\/font><\/p>\n<p><font face=\"Tempus Sans ITC\" size=4>We&#8217;re working on the stairway right now since it bothered us both most.&nbsp; David Lee stained the newels again and put the cap on the bottom one to close up the gaping hole everyone comments about as they&#8217;re going or coming through our front door.&nbsp; He took the banister downstairs and stained it (yeah, it&#8217;s been raw wood all this time) and last night we picked up varnish at Lowes so he could varnish everything.&nbsp; In the afternoon he started painting pickets (no, those weren&#8217;t done either) and I started working on the stringers (boy, aren&#8217;t you impressed with my trim terminology??&nbsp; That is actually what they are called!).&nbsp; I must say, they must be one of the worst trim pieces to paint.&nbsp; Think a small triangle with three sides to cut in; but worse yet the board runs on the diagonal so of course the brush strokes should go that way, too.&nbsp; About the time I was sure I had gotten really stale at painting I asked David Lee if this is a different kind of wood.&nbsp; &#8220;Oh, yeah, that&#8217;s yellow pine instead of poplar.&#8221;&nbsp; Oh.&nbsp; So maybe that&#8217;s why I can&#8217;t get rid of the brush strokes.&nbsp; <\/font><\/p>\n<p><font face=\"Tempus Sans ITC\" size=4>Painting in an existing home as opposed to painting a new house is really different.&nbsp; For one thing, the climate is lovely.&nbsp; It&#8217;s warm.&nbsp; I don&#8217;t shiver inside my jacket.&nbsp; There is indoor plumbing (a HUGE plus).&nbsp; When you get thirsty or hungry, there is a well-stocked frig.&nbsp; There is no pressure to hurry up because there are still a million things to paint.&nbsp; You know you&#8217;ll be done in three days as opposed to wondering if you&#8217;ll ever get done at the end of five months (literally) of painting.&nbsp; We can put Adam down for a nap in his own bed instead of trying to find a quiet corner for a sleeping bag.&nbsp; We eat supper at our own table instead of running out to Ruckersville for some more fast food that we&#8217;re all nauseously tired of.<\/font><\/p>\n<p><font face=\"Tempus Sans ITC\" size=4>Painting when you&#8217;re pregnant is different, too.&nbsp; You grunt a lot more.&nbsp; The air seems to get thin on the fourth step up on the ladder as opposed to whatever altitude it&#8217;s supposed to happen.&nbsp; (How long has it been since I studied science anyway?)&nbsp; You take a lot more breaks for relief and nourishment purposes.&nbsp; You get headaches.&nbsp; And backaches.&nbsp; A lot quicker.&nbsp; Your husband offers to do all the sanding &#8230; even though it&#8217;s just the not so bad light sanding between first and second coat &#8230; because he knows you hate it.&nbsp; I&#8217;m so spoiled it shouldn&#8217;t even be called working!<\/font><\/p>\n<p><font face=\"Tempus Sans ITC\" size=4>Today must also be the day for bargains.&nbsp; Emily is shopping in Manassas and called to see if I was still looking for dress shirts for Adam.&nbsp; Carters has some on the clearance rack for $5.99.&nbsp; WOO HOO.&nbsp; Not two minutes later David Lee called from Lowes.&nbsp; We went in to pick out tile for my laundry room last night.&nbsp; Of course the stuff I liked best was a little over $4 \/ sq foot.&nbsp; I only bothered to tell him for the laugh we&#8217;d get out of it.&nbsp; I always manage to pick out the stuff with the highest price tag without trying.&nbsp; A temporary basement laundry isn&#8217;t going to get that kind of money in our house.&nbsp; Come to think of it, my real laundry room probably won&#8217;t either.&nbsp; So we started looking realistically and were really pleased to find some close-out stuff for just under a dollar.&nbsp; David Lee was planning to do my can room, too, and I thought we may as well cut out some cost and leave it concrete.&nbsp; I mean, a can room?&nbsp; He didn&#8217;t argue.&nbsp; Then he called from Lowes and said there&#8217;s a new clearance pile for 18 cents \/ sq foot that&#8217;s basically the same color.&nbsp; 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