Footprints....:)

So this last weekend we got to work on our new place:) The hubby hung a new porch light:) And I'm thinking I'm going to paint the front door a dark grey. Oh how I love this old screen door! It does that crrreak, slap shut noise!! Me so happy:)

 

I ordered this cute porch swing! I've always wanted a porch swing, and this porch has the perfect spot for it!! I ordered it from here, it's on sale right now for $204!!

 

 

And since the temps here are hovering around a hundred and hell,  I went inside and painted this table. I don't really know if I'll end up using it, I might have the hubby do a built- in bench thing so I can get a square table. It's a tiny house so every inch of space is at a premium!! (oooh and check out that lovely original built-in in the background!)

 

 

The hubby hung this light in the bathroom. Cute huh?

After admiring his handiwork, I walked back into the kitchen to see this.....

 

 

My sons stinkin cat checkin out MY handiwork!! UGH!!! Wet paint+cat=

 

 

Footprints. I had to laugh:)

 

 

I'm a roll with it kinda gal. I ain't repainting. Nope. I'm leaving those little footprints right there. So you know, if I decide against using this table and you just so happen to come across it at Goodwill? You'll know exactly where it came from:)

Practice makes perfect......:)

Patience. Ohhh boy. Such a hard thing for me. I was seriously about to go all Veruka Salt the other day. Daddy! I want a house NOW!!!!!!! and since nothing like this little beaut is available, I'm going to have to practice some patience:( Gulp.    

  My son up and decided to move to Cali a few weeks back:( sniff sniff...aaaand he just so happens to own this cutest 1930 bungalow just a few blocks away for our house! Perfect! He needed a renter, and we needed a house! Renting from our son? Weird, but okay!! God always has a plan, and sometimes it's a funny one:)

So this is where we will plant some temporary roots. I can't WAIT to get my hands on this place!! It's got sooo many adorable original features. And since he trusts his mama completely, (he has to, he has no choice!) he gave me full licence to beautify!! (again, no choice.) I kid!! Not really:)

When I look at this cutie, I can't help but think that I did something right in raising that boy! He loves oldies just like his mama:)

 I drove away singing this to myself:

Mamas don't let yer babies grow up to...........buy ugly houses.

Bravery.....:)

Bravery is being the only one who knows you're afraid. ~Franklin P. Jones

Sooo my weekend in DP was a little hotter than I wanted it to be:( stinkin heatwave! they need to stay in Arizona where people are prepared and have this thing called AIR CONDITIONING!! Anyway, while I was there I witnessed some people doing things that conjured up one word- Brave.

I cut 10 inches off my hair.

Juuuuust kidding!! I was coloring the greys that I'm not brave enough to show in public, when this girl came in and chopped off her beloved hair to donate to Locks of Love. It was truly amazing.

Brave.

When we got to DP, it was already getting dark so I didn't know what my very eccentric neighbor had been up to. Until I woke up. And saw this. Yes, he painted the trunk of his tree.....

to match his garage doors. I must mention that his licence plate says Odd Bob. Ummm ok.

Verrrry brave.

The hubby drove us straight into this storm on our way home back to AZ. He drives with one hand. Me verrry scared. Him verrry brave.

And I'll just end this post by saying, she's sold! To the first person that saw her:) It was love at first sight I'm thinkin!!

So selling your house without knowing where in the sam heck you're going??

BRAVE!!

I've got my eye on you.... :)

It's beyond hot here in AZ.  Like seriously brain melting hot. So hot I can't think. Of anything to write about. Nothin. I've been spending my days in a pool. Of my own sweat. Not good. Sooo I say, when in doubt- blog about..

Wallace:)

I just happened to come across a bunch of pics that I had on my phone. I noticed a pattern.... Wallace likes to do a lot of one eye starin... 

They say you can't lose a Frenchie, because they're always under your feet.

Or in my case, staring at you from around every corner.

This particular one is my fav. He sits and waits patiently for me to do the nod with my head thing, to see if he's going to get to go to work with me.

This is the pitiful half of a face I get when he can't go:(

And here's the sad face I see when I drive away. I always sing to myself- Saaad eyes, turn the other way, I don't want to see you cry-i-i.....

 Pleeeease tell me you remember that tear jerker song from Robert John -1979??

If not, take a minute and have a listen here, it'll take you right back:)

Ok I get that this is the lamest of posts, but I'm heading to Dana Point this weekend and hoping for some very inspirational cooler weather:) the kind that makes me come alive and get all creative and what not:) because this gals brain in all burnt out...literally:(