Well, peeps. My 'rents are coming into town and we're hanging out for the weekend. We're going to Callaway Gardens tomorrow so that I can take a gajillion pictures of flowers and such. Here's to hoping that the rain holds off.
Probably won't be posting much so I'll sees you guys next week....I'll be back with pictures of the bathroom...it's looking so awesome!
Oh...and I gotta give a shout out to My Girl! You know who you are. You're my bestest bestest friend, my BBF if you will, and I loves you to death. You're my homie. All this crap will work itself out...I just wish I could help you more... *hugs*
Later!
Friday, May 2, 2008
Thursday, May 1, 2008
How I Became Engaged...the second time...and third time....
Well, after such amazing demand....from like two people...I've bowed to peer pressure and am offering up the story of my engagements to Shooter.
Well, if you go here you'll be able to read, albeit briefly, about our meeting and eventual dating in a nutshell.
Shooter and I had been dating for about 8 months when he was laid off from his job and he stayed in town for a couple more months trying to find work. Eventually he decided to head back to Atlanta where a job was waiting on him. After about a month of long distance dating, I decided to look for work in Atlanta myself. After all, I'd always wanted to move to the big city and that was really the next step in my banking career. I had connections, so I used them to secure a position at a bank in Atlanta. I was set to move just after the first of the year. This was December 1998. I went to visit Shooter and his family over the New Year's Eve weekend and was also using it as an apartment hunting expedition. I found a nice, new place not too far from Shooter and was pretty darn excited. We went to Macon to visit some friends for New Year Eve and had a great time...this time I got a kiss...and a little more from Shooter.
Shooter and I had been talking about getting married and probably had even looked at a few rings. He was just getting back on his feet at his job, but he didn't want me to move to Atlanta and not have a real commitment from him. So, on New Years Eve, one year after the snub heard round the world, Shooter got down on one knee and proposed. It was so sweet, and honestly I don't remember much of what he said other than him wanting me to know he was committed to us.
Well, about a month and a half goes by and we're nearing Valentine's Day. Shooter plans for us to go up to Brasstown Bald which is a beautiful peak in the North Georgia Mountains. We have had fun going up there and hiking and just enjoying the scenery. Well, the day we have arranged to go turns out to be pretty crappy weather. It's raining and it's cold and it's foggy and it's just generally yucky. I was also getting over a pretty bad bronchial infection and was still coughing and snotty. So, I was pretty rotten company. I complained about why we couldn't have just stayed home and watched movies on the couch all day. I complained about all the random stops we were making. I complained about the rain. I complained about my headache and my coughing. I complained because I was tired. So...by the time we got to Brasstown Bald and drove to the top....I was complaining because it was so foggy and I couldn't see anything. It was pea-soup up there folks! You seriously couldn't see across the parking lot. Anyway, Shooter coerces me out of the car and is telling me that there's something over here that he wants me to see. I'm all like, what is there to see, it's all foggy and rainy and I want to go back to the car. He won't let me, insisting there's something important over on a bench by the restrooms. I dig in my heels and say, hold up mister, I'm getting over being sick and I really don't wanna die from pneumonia, okay? He's all like, well, just give me 5 min okay? Please?
So, I head over to the bench with him and expect to see the image of the Virgin Mother or something...but no....I sit and he kneels down in front of me. I'm still not getting it...I look at him and ask him what he's doing...he's getting his pants all wet and he'll freeze! Well, he pulls out that little box and it hits me like a ton of bricks. I've been a complete pain in the ass all day and he's been trying to find the perfect spot to propose...again. Poor guy. He was so torn up about where he was going to propose and what he was going to say and I was only making it worse with all my complaining. Well, after I saw that ring I completely forgot about the cold and the rain and the fog and my coughing and everything else. I was one of those girls who cries before she can say yes and the poor guy's left to wonder what's wrong and is she happy or sad. I finally managed to squeak out a yes which ended his torturous day.
See....Shooter's a saint. He put up with me vomiting (another story for another day), complaining, crying, threatening to move back home (yet another story for another day) and just generally being a pain in his butt. We've been together for over 10 years and it really doesn't seem like it. It's funny...just now we're finally hitting our stride...we've had our rough patches but have always managed to pull together rather than apart. He's my sweetie and I loves him lots. Especially because he put the toilet back in the bathroom last night! Woot!!! ;-)
Well, if you go here you'll be able to read, albeit briefly, about our meeting and eventual dating in a nutshell.
Shooter and I had been dating for about 8 months when he was laid off from his job and he stayed in town for a couple more months trying to find work. Eventually he decided to head back to Atlanta where a job was waiting on him. After about a month of long distance dating, I decided to look for work in Atlanta myself. After all, I'd always wanted to move to the big city and that was really the next step in my banking career. I had connections, so I used them to secure a position at a bank in Atlanta. I was set to move just after the first of the year. This was December 1998. I went to visit Shooter and his family over the New Year's Eve weekend and was also using it as an apartment hunting expedition. I found a nice, new place not too far from Shooter and was pretty darn excited. We went to Macon to visit some friends for New Year Eve and had a great time...this time I got a kiss...and a little more from Shooter.
Shooter and I had been talking about getting married and probably had even looked at a few rings. He was just getting back on his feet at his job, but he didn't want me to move to Atlanta and not have a real commitment from him. So, on New Years Eve, one year after the snub heard round the world, Shooter got down on one knee and proposed. It was so sweet, and honestly I don't remember much of what he said other than him wanting me to know he was committed to us.
Well, about a month and a half goes by and we're nearing Valentine's Day. Shooter plans for us to go up to Brasstown Bald which is a beautiful peak in the North Georgia Mountains. We have had fun going up there and hiking and just enjoying the scenery. Well, the day we have arranged to go turns out to be pretty crappy weather. It's raining and it's cold and it's foggy and it's just generally yucky. I was also getting over a pretty bad bronchial infection and was still coughing and snotty. So, I was pretty rotten company. I complained about why we couldn't have just stayed home and watched movies on the couch all day. I complained about all the random stops we were making. I complained about the rain. I complained about my headache and my coughing. I complained because I was tired. So...by the time we got to Brasstown Bald and drove to the top....I was complaining because it was so foggy and I couldn't see anything. It was pea-soup up there folks! You seriously couldn't see across the parking lot. Anyway, Shooter coerces me out of the car and is telling me that there's something over here that he wants me to see. I'm all like, what is there to see, it's all foggy and rainy and I want to go back to the car. He won't let me, insisting there's something important over on a bench by the restrooms. I dig in my heels and say, hold up mister, I'm getting over being sick and I really don't wanna die from pneumonia, okay? He's all like, well, just give me 5 min okay? Please?
So, I head over to the bench with him and expect to see the image of the Virgin Mother or something...but no....I sit and he kneels down in front of me. I'm still not getting it...I look at him and ask him what he's doing...he's getting his pants all wet and he'll freeze! Well, he pulls out that little box and it hits me like a ton of bricks. I've been a complete pain in the ass all day and he's been trying to find the perfect spot to propose...again. Poor guy. He was so torn up about where he was going to propose and what he was going to say and I was only making it worse with all my complaining. Well, after I saw that ring I completely forgot about the cold and the rain and the fog and my coughing and everything else. I was one of those girls who cries before she can say yes and the poor guy's left to wonder what's wrong and is she happy or sad. I finally managed to squeak out a yes which ended his torturous day.
See....Shooter's a saint. He put up with me vomiting (another story for another day), complaining, crying, threatening to move back home (yet another story for another day) and just generally being a pain in his butt. We've been together for over 10 years and it really doesn't seem like it. It's funny...just now we're finally hitting our stride...we've had our rough patches but have always managed to pull together rather than apart. He's my sweetie and I loves him lots. Especially because he put the toilet back in the bathroom last night! Woot!!! ;-)
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
How I Met My Honey
Rebecca over at Ramblings by Reba is hosting a How I Met My Honey carnival today. I thought I'd play along since I haven't blogged about how Shooter and I met.
So...many many years ago, I had just broken up with my fiance and totally decided I liked being by myself and didn't no stinking man in my life. A friend of mine had talked me into going to church with her to this cool single's group. I agreed and really enjoyed it. After going there for about 2-3 months, I noticed this really tall guy come in one Sunday and I'd never seen him before. Well, usually a group of us would go out to eat after church each week and we'd invite the visitors to come along so that we could get to know them and they us. Well, I didn't get a chance to talk to him much that day, but I definitely remembered his face.
He kept coming to church and we'd have small talk but not much more, he seemed really shy. We went to several events, a Kenny Chesney concert, movies, what have you....but nary a move on his part. Finally we ended up in a bible study together and were able to talk more and get to know each other a little better. The end of the year was approaching and our group was having a New Years Eve party. Now, what you need to know about our Sunday School class is that it was made up of singles as well as married couples - all around the same age. So at this NYE party there were lots of couples, dating and married. Well, as midnight rolled around, everyone was hugging and giving each other kisses and I turned around to see Shooter next to me and I stood there for a tense few seconds and was about to hold out my arms for a hug when he turned around....rejected, peeps....I was completely, totally rejected. It was at that point I could have really cared less if he ever managed to get up the courage to ask me out.
We would, however, go on group dates, and one week a group of us had plans to go see a movie but when we got there it was sold out - we saw a different one and then got back together later that week to catch the sold out movie. Well, Shooter wasn't there when we reconvened and it seemed no one had his number or had thought to call him. The following night at bible study he let me have it for not getting in touch with him to let him know that we were going back to see the movie. I explained the obvious...."I'm not your social secretary, mister!" In his oh so smooth way, he says, "Well, here's my number - now you have no excuse to not let me know what's going on. Oh, and you can't have my number and me not have yours." He's slick, that Shooter.
Well, finally that boy got the nerve to call and ask me out. He got lost on the way to my house...poor guy. My brother was a complete brat to him. We saw a horrible movie. But we had a great dinner, at least I think it was good, and great conversation.
The next week, however, I got the "We have to talk" conversation. I was all ready to get dumped...that loser. But he ended the "we need to take it slow" conversation by kissing me. Talk about mixed messages. After that we were joined at the hip. We dated for almost one year before he proposed - I got two proposals too. Perhaps I'll wait and have a whole separate post for the proposal story...it's a doozy...I'm surprised he still married me.
Have a great Tuesday, peeps!!
So...many many years ago, I had just broken up with my fiance and totally decided I liked being by myself and didn't no stinking man in my life. A friend of mine had talked me into going to church with her to this cool single's group. I agreed and really enjoyed it. After going there for about 2-3 months, I noticed this really tall guy come in one Sunday and I'd never seen him before. Well, usually a group of us would go out to eat after church each week and we'd invite the visitors to come along so that we could get to know them and they us. Well, I didn't get a chance to talk to him much that day, but I definitely remembered his face.
He kept coming to church and we'd have small talk but not much more, he seemed really shy. We went to several events, a Kenny Chesney concert, movies, what have you....but nary a move on his part. Finally we ended up in a bible study together and were able to talk more and get to know each other a little better. The end of the year was approaching and our group was having a New Years Eve party. Now, what you need to know about our Sunday School class is that it was made up of singles as well as married couples - all around the same age. So at this NYE party there were lots of couples, dating and married. Well, as midnight rolled around, everyone was hugging and giving each other kisses and I turned around to see Shooter next to me and I stood there for a tense few seconds and was about to hold out my arms for a hug when he turned around....rejected, peeps....I was completely, totally rejected. It was at that point I could have really cared less if he ever managed to get up the courage to ask me out.
We would, however, go on group dates, and one week a group of us had plans to go see a movie but when we got there it was sold out - we saw a different one and then got back together later that week to catch the sold out movie. Well, Shooter wasn't there when we reconvened and it seemed no one had his number or had thought to call him. The following night at bible study he let me have it for not getting in touch with him to let him know that we were going back to see the movie. I explained the obvious...."I'm not your social secretary, mister!" In his oh so smooth way, he says, "Well, here's my number - now you have no excuse to not let me know what's going on. Oh, and you can't have my number and me not have yours." He's slick, that Shooter.
Well, finally that boy got the nerve to call and ask me out. He got lost on the way to my house...poor guy. My brother was a complete brat to him. We saw a horrible movie. But we had a great dinner, at least I think it was good, and great conversation.
The next week, however, I got the "We have to talk" conversation. I was all ready to get dumped...that loser. But he ended the "we need to take it slow" conversation by kissing me. Talk about mixed messages. After that we were joined at the hip. We dated for almost one year before he proposed - I got two proposals too. Perhaps I'll wait and have a whole separate post for the proposal story...it's a doozy...I'm surprised he still married me.
Have a great Tuesday, peeps!!
Monday, April 28, 2008
Who needs HGTV!
Well, here are pics from the newly finished bathroom. Shooter's sealing the floor tonight and setting the toilet back in it's rightful place. I'm off to buy some accessories and such. Last night I had to go and lay out my newly purchased rugs to get a feel for how they'd look. I have to say, I luvs it!!!
I'm already planning to do a collage of photos over the tub. I got the idea from a website I saw the other day. I think some of the St. Augustine architecture will be really neat in there...perhaps a lot of black and white.
Here's the spot...just waiting on the toilet to return to it's rightful spot. Oh...and for the time being I'm going to put a bookcase in the spot to the left of the toilet. I want to eventually get a really nice piece to put there but want to take my time looking for it.
We decided not to paint the closet...not sure why....but we did.
It's going to look so crisp and clean once we get the cabinets painted as well as the trim and doors.
This light fixture will be history after tomorrow. Our good friend Baty is come by to help Shooter install the new fixture and give this one the old heave 'ho.
Well, you can tell what we did all weekend.
We did take a break on Sunday to head over to church and recruit new members for our small group. We added one more couple and I think they'll be a really good fit with our crazy, deviant group. :-)
Take care, everyone!
Saturday, April 26, 2008
The painting has commenced!!
Well, ladies and germs...we got started on the real meat of the bathroom remodel yesterday. Shooter came home from work and got into taking down the wallpaper border. He called me (while I was at the hair salon) and told me that it was really going to be a hard project. He said he just couldn't get the stuff down and it was going to be a long hard process to get it down. Well....he called me back about 15 min later and said he'd realized he 1) had the blade turned the wrong way and 2) realized he needed to pull off the paper to expose the adhesive. After those two realizations, things went really fast.
I came home and he had pulled all the paper off and I was ready to go with removing the adhesive. Shooter headed off to work this morning and I got to work getting that stuff off the walls. It went super fast...I'd say I had most of it down in about 45 min. I then had to go back and clean the walls and spackle a few holes.
Shooter got home and we taped off a few things and got to painting. And here are the results so far:
Here's the tub area. As you can see, the paint is a little uneven. The paint we painted over was some of the cheapest stuff around. Our paint would hardly adhere even though it's really good Sherwin Williams paint. Anyway, we'll definitely have to put two good coats on and then touch up.
I came home and he had pulled all the paper off and I was ready to go with removing the adhesive. Shooter headed off to work this morning and I got to work getting that stuff off the walls. It went super fast...I'd say I had most of it down in about 45 min. I then had to go back and clean the walls and spackle a few holes.
Shooter got home and we taped off a few things and got to painting. And here are the results so far:
Here's the tub area. As you can see, the paint is a little uneven. The paint we painted over was some of the cheapest stuff around. Our paint would hardly adhere even though it's really good Sherwin Williams paint. Anyway, we'll definitely have to put two good coats on and then touch up.
Here's a full length view of the bathroom.
And the shower. Shooter still needs to finish up cutting in the area up above the shower because I'm just a bit too short to reach that area.
As you can see....the toilet still hasn't made it's way back to the bathroom. We decided that it was more important to get the painting done before we sealed the floors, because we have to wait 24 hours to go back in the bathroom once we seal.
Here's the vanity area. We're going to get rid of that light fixture and get a new one. I'm so excited to get the new light fixture. It's definitely going to make a statement.
I'm also looking to put a spacesaver over the toilet in white and then some kind of tall furniture piece next to the toilet area for towels and such. I'm looking for something but I think I might just go with a plain white bookcase until I can find that perfect piece.
I'll keep the updates coming as we finish more things...hopefully on Monday I'll have my toilet back. Our plan is to get the second coat of paint on tomorrow afternoon and then seal the floor...that way when Shooter comes home from work, he can set the toilet. WooHoo!!!!!!
Thursday, April 24, 2008
Remodeling highs and lows
Oh Ya'll....I haven't done a gosh darn thing all week in the master bathroom. I've looked at it. Stared at it in disbelief. Agonized over the dust and dirt still accumulating everywhere. Sneezed cause the dust and dirt are irritating my sensitive sinuses.
But Tuesday night we were so gosh darned tired and last night we had a bowling night with some folks from my work....so here we are and it's Thursday.
We did discover on Tuesday, though, that the paint color I thought I loved doesn't work as well as I'd hoped it would with the tile. It's too close to the same color. It makes the bathroom look too monochromatic for my taste. So...I'm tasking Shooter with going to Sherwin Williams tonight and getting two more paint samples to try. One's a shade darker than the current color and one's two shades lighter than the current one. If I like the darker shade I'll likely go with white furniture and if the lighter shade tickles my fancy I'll go with a darker wood furniture. Oh decisions decisions...
Tonight I get my toilet back....Praise be to Jesus!!!! Is that okay? To thank Jesus for the restoration of plumbing in my master bath? I think so...I've prayed hard that it would happen sooner than later! ;-)
Oh...and is it possible that the bathroom seems bigger now? Maybe it's not just the tile but the fact that all the crap got moved out of it. Ha! My bedroom feels like it's about the size of a crackerbox but my master bathroom feels like a cavern! Maybe I'll just relegate all my crap to one room in my house so that the rest of the house will feel huge! Wait.....I already do that.....it's called Shooter's Man Cave. ;-)
I'm going to be a woman on a mad cleaning spree this weekend. I just hope that the new "happy" pills the doc gave me will keep me on an even keel. They didn't do so well last weekend and we're all afraid that I'm going to have to try another med...ugh! I just keep reminding myself that there's hope and my hope resides in my Jesus who'll get me through.
Happy Thursday Everyone!
But Tuesday night we were so gosh darned tired and last night we had a bowling night with some folks from my work....so here we are and it's Thursday.
We did discover on Tuesday, though, that the paint color I thought I loved doesn't work as well as I'd hoped it would with the tile. It's too close to the same color. It makes the bathroom look too monochromatic for my taste. So...I'm tasking Shooter with going to Sherwin Williams tonight and getting two more paint samples to try. One's a shade darker than the current color and one's two shades lighter than the current one. If I like the darker shade I'll likely go with white furniture and if the lighter shade tickles my fancy I'll go with a darker wood furniture. Oh decisions decisions...
Tonight I get my toilet back....Praise be to Jesus!!!! Is that okay? To thank Jesus for the restoration of plumbing in my master bath? I think so...I've prayed hard that it would happen sooner than later! ;-)
Oh...and is it possible that the bathroom seems bigger now? Maybe it's not just the tile but the fact that all the crap got moved out of it. Ha! My bedroom feels like it's about the size of a crackerbox but my master bathroom feels like a cavern! Maybe I'll just relegate all my crap to one room in my house so that the rest of the house will feel huge! Wait.....I already do that.....it's called Shooter's Man Cave. ;-)
I'm going to be a woman on a mad cleaning spree this weekend. I just hope that the new "happy" pills the doc gave me will keep me on an even keel. They didn't do so well last weekend and we're all afraid that I'm going to have to try another med...ugh! I just keep reminding myself that there's hope and my hope resides in my Jesus who'll get me through.
Happy Thursday Everyone!
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