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Kelly over at Kelly’s Korner came up with another great idea. Show us where you live Friday. Every Friday she’ll pick a room and have her readers show pictures of their homes. This week is the Kitchen Edition. Now I will say that my kitchen is not my favorite room in the house. It’s pretty much exactly the same as the day we moved into the house four years ago. But I have great vision for the kitchen with granite counters, an undermount stainless sink, new dark wood 42″ cabinets, stainless steel appliances…..I can already picture it in my head.  Ahhhhh…..one day, like when all the kids are in college.

This is what my kitchen looks like now minus all the clutter that I shoved inside the cabinets because I’m a Southerner and The Momma would die if I showed pictures of the clutter to the whole Internetz. Just picture it redecorated and clean.

You’ll just have to ignore the clutter in the former formal dining room turned playroom turned storage area turned soon-to-be bar. I’m in the process of painting, rearranging furniture and buying large quantities of alcohol accessories to complete our big person only bar. I’m considering hiring a bouncer to keep the little people out. Not little people like real midgets, just little people like my kids. Midgets are welcome. As long as they bring some alcohol to share. Moving on.


 This is our eating/breakfast nook area. The kids eat here. The area is not big enough for a 6 person table and we have four kids. Sooooo, the kids eat at the table while Matt and I eat on the couch in front of the TV. Let’s just be honest here, by the time dinner rolls around I’m ready to sit far far away from my offspring. The couch is far enough away to be able to have a decent adult conversation with Matt in which we can actually hear what the other has to say but close enough to the table that I can put a stop to the vegetable missiles and mutiny going on. It’s a win/win in our house. Don’t judge me.

I found that sign above the doorway for $2 on clearance at Ta-rjay. Gotta love the clearance. Live Well*Love Much*Laugh Often is a much better sentiment than Scream Loud*Beat Children*Drink Alot so I try to glance at it every time I leave the room. Kind of like conditioning my brain. Pavlov’s Law for Mom’s.

There you have it. My kitchen and breakfast nook. Go to Kelly’s Korner and check out all the other participants in Show us where you live Friday! There are some great decorating ideas to be seen.

Updating The Family Room

If you remember, poor Matt was dragged kicking and screaming into a family room makeover which led to a makeover of the breakfast nook. It looks fab-U-lus if I do say so myself. I even bought those great cream boxes inside the TV stand to hold all the DVD’s. Supreme organization, how I love thee. Here are the pictures that I promised of my new furniture and Matt’s new beloved TV.

These are the before pictures:

Here are the after pictures. There are quite a few because I tried to capture all the changes including the furniture placement:

The view from the playroom/hallway:

The view from the kitchen:

The view from the nook:

The view from the corner by the doors to the deck:

This is the nook area:

This is the kitchen, please ignore the mess in the background of the dining room:

There you go, my Extreme Home Makeover. Well, extreme on Matt’s wallet anyway. Now I want to redecorate some more. I might just do the whole house. I can feel Matt’s wallet hemorrhaging as I type. Poor Matt….


So if you remember back a couple of weeks ago, I told you that the closet organizer things fell off the wall. Right off the wall. Matt said it was a sign from God that I needed to weed through my clothes. I would like to point out however that it was HIS side of the closet that fell off the wall first. His side took my side down. It was not a fair fight. But that’s neither here nor there. The point is THE CLOSET FELL DOWN.

It is at this point in the story that I should mention that Matt grew up in a house where home renovation projects were a dirty word. His parent hired out a handy man anytime they needed anything done. His mother does not believe that woman can or should do any type of manual labor. I, on the other hand, was raised in a house with one of the strongest women ever. My mom can do anything. And I do mean anything. My parents, with help of one other man, built an entire 3 story, 2800 square foot house on the side of a mountain before I was born. The entire house. And not a modular house either, a real stick built, piece by piece house. They amaze me. Even now, in their 60’s (sorry mom, it had to be said), they do everything themselves. They just finished building an enormous multi-tiered deck on their new house. By themselves.

So the contrast between Matt’s upbringing and my own is somewhat glaring and startling. I insisted that we could do the closet ourselves. I was not wasting money on a handyman. I need that extra money to pay for summer camp for my children. Summer camp is cheaper than a 3 month stint in the nuthouse….trust me, I checked. So off we went to the home improvement store for some supplies. I knew what I wanted but there’s no way it would fit in our walk in closet. I am using the term “walk in” very loosely here people. Our master closet almost made me not want to buy this house. It is a joke, a very unfunny joke. But I have a truly fabulous master bathroom so a compromise had to be made. Not happily, but it had to be made. Sigh…

Here are my before pictures of the closet. Before as in before it fell off the wall.

Is that not a sad, sad closet? It’s ridiculously small and not well laid out at all. I couldn’t fit my winter and summer wardrobes in here. I had to put the off season clothes in storage and switch them out every 6 months. And let’s not even talk about the lack of organization. No really. Let’s not talk about that. I was scared of what I might find when we started cleaning it out. I had to visit my inner well of great courage just to begin this project. First thing we did was remove the closet door. Whoever designed this closet did not think it through. In other words, it was designed by a man. The door swung inward, which meant I lost a good 3 extra feet of storage space because of the door. We took off the door and I bought a gorgeous embroidered curtain that matches my bedroom and bathroom decor. The curtain is not actually hung up right now- that’s the 1% that is not finished.

Second thing we did was remove all the old shelving and stuff.

The next step was to sand, plaster and paint the walls. I chose to use the same color paint that is in our bedroom. It complimented the paint in the bathroom and well, I had a whole extra gallon which meant I didn’t have to go back to the store. Win, win. I managed to accomplish all of this by myself, while Matt was at work. My mom is proud. Of course, I did have a little help.

Note to self: Next time, make sure the paint brush is out of reach of short people. This will save you from scrubbing the carpet, the tile, the vanity doors and your kid. Just a thought. Chew on it.

My lovely sister was kind enough to take Ty, Cam & Maia to Chuck E. Cheese’s so that when Matt came home we could finish the closet while Mase napped. It wasn’t as hard as he thought it would be. Just measure, mark the spot, drill the holes, insert the toggles with the brackets and viola– a whole new closet.

Matt couldn’t wait the five minutes it took for me to take pictures. He had to go ahead and put his clothes in the closet. He’s impatient like that. I love this closet system, it has so many different configurations to maximize the storage potential in your closet. I can’t believe how much extra room I have now. I can put both my winter and summer wardrobes in the closet at the same time.

I switched over to all wooden hangers. I’d resisted the change for years but figured since we were redoing the whole closet, might as well go all out. I found these at Target- 24 for $12.99. I love them. I wish I’d switched years ago, it really makes the closet look nice and it keeps our clothes nice and wrinkle free. I grabbed the baskets at Target too for some extra organization. My only issue now is space for shoes. I can only fit 18 pairs on the racks in the closet. I have a ton of shoes. At last count, I had 68 pairs- that includes boots, sandals, dressy, casual, athletic….you get the point. Right now, the rest are all piled up in the master bedroom while I try and figure out what to do. Matt suggested getting rid of half of them and offered to take them to Goodwill for me. I informed him that I will gnaw his arm right off if he dares try to touch my shoes. I was not kidding. Not even a little bit.

So there is my new closet. Once the curtain gets hung it will look fantabulous! Next project- the kids closets.


I hope my inner well of great courage is deep enough for that. Otherwise, I might have to scratch the summer camp and go for the 3 month stay in the nuthouse. I hear they have the good drugs…..


Yesterday I fell in love with 2 fabulous new babies. They are gorgeous and they are so efficient. I am in love. I am petitioning for adoption immediately. Heaven help anyone who tries to take them away from me. They are MINE, folks. All Mine. I’ve waited a very long time for these little beauties. I’d like to introduce you to my new babies.

This is Stella:

And this is Frank:

Except Stella and Frank are white, not silver. The delivery man was quite intrigued when I squealed with delight and called my new babies by name. Of course then he wanted to know how I decided which was the girl and which was the boy. It’s all so obvious. The washer is the girl because she does all the hard work and the dryer is the boy because all he does is blow hot air. See? Obvious, I told you.  Aren’t they pretty? I really had my heart set on the Apple Red set but once Matt saw that they cost $350 more each, well let’s just say that dream went up in smoke. But being the cheap ass helpful sort, he did offer to spray paint these for me. Regretfully, I had to decline his generous offer. And then later that night I had to decline another of his generous offers. Payback is a bitch and so am I.

So I’m in love with my new washer and dryer. Our old ones were 13 years old. They have served their time and they deserve to enjoy their retirement in peace. So I said a fond goodbye as the delivery dudes chucked them in the truck and drove them away to the dump appliance retirement home. I shall not miss them. These beauties can wash and dry an entire load in 50 minutes. Did you hear that? It’s the sound of my heart beating a rhythm of love. S’rsly. My old set took forever to do one load and by forever I mean over 2.5 hours to finish the load. For Real. And when you do in excess of 10 loads a week- that time matters. I spent 30 hours a week doing laundry. THIRTY hours, people. Now I can do all 10 loads in less than 10 hours. Sweet!

This week has also been fraught with home improvement projects. In our house, we refer to this as Hell Week. The project for Hell Week? The master bedroom closet. It seems that the previous ass clown home owner did not install the custom closet correctly. How do we know this? Because the closet fell off the damn wall. Fell off the wall.
Off. The. Wall.

And when it fell, it took all of my clothes with it. I just got to dig my previous wardrobe out of storage after losing all the baby weight plus some. I exercised, I toned, I sweated. Have I mentioned that I despise exercise? No? Well, I despise exercise. I despise it with the intensity that normal other people despise mass murderers. I worked hard to fit back into these clothes, my wonderful clothes. I have accumulated a very nice wardrobe from the good stores- Banana Republic, Ann Taylor, Nordies….I love my clothes. So when they fell off the wall, I threw a hugenormous little hissy fit and poor Matt got sent over to Home Depot to buy supplies to rebuild our closet. The next 4 days were spent with us threatening divorce working side by side in harmony to build a kick ass closet. Weaker marriages should not attempt this without first consulting a marriage counselor.

The End.

Backyard Renovations

We decided to go ahead and get one of those enormous backyard playgrounds that pretty much announce to anyone who can see the yard that we have kids- lots of kids. The people who owned this house before us had landscaped the backyard beautifully but they didn’t have kids living at home and they were retired so they had plenty of time. We don’t have that kind of time so the poor yard has slowly become disheveled in the past few years. I am not a gardener. I am not a landscaper. I despise outdoor work and it’s no secret.

So that is the backyard before we had the playground installed. We briefly thought about buying one of those put-it-together-yourself playsets but really, who needs the hassle? It was worth the extra money to have it delivered, set up and installed by a professional company.

Viola! The completely installed brand new playset!

And the very best part? They slept soooooo good that night! Ha!