I’m just glad it wasn’t pink and black

Here I am, staying true to my word.  The first room I am going to show you is the bathroom.  Our itty bitty bathroom.  While I would have loved to do a complete makeover, we didn’t.  Someday we plan to put an addition on this house, and I don’t know just how the layout is going to be yet.  So, we’ve decided not to change some things that may just be totally changed five or ten years from now.  I mean, if this isn’t going to be a bathroom at that time, why would we waste money on something like tile, that will just have to be thrown out when the major remodel comes. Right?  Anyway, here is the bathroom.  It’s not anything fancy, but it’s cute now.

Before:

I didn’t like anything about the bathroom.  It was so dark in there.  The red walls, the glare from the glass shower door, and the dark wood.  I couldn’t stand it.  Neither of us could stand comfortably under the existing showerhead, so it had to go.

After:

We painted the walls an off-white, replaced all those dark fixtures with new white ones, took out the glass door, and it made a world of difference.  We also switched out the showerhead and tub faucet, you just can’t see them in the pictures.  It turned out better than I expected it to.  I am still not a huge fan of the tile, but it works in there. 

None of the other rooms are picture worthy yet, but I will share them as soon as they are.  Hopefully that doesn’t take me all winter….

And the award for worst blogger of the year goes to…

I suppose I can say that my little hiatus is over.  You know that thing called life, well that seemed to get in the way.  That can happen sometimes.  Every time I sat down to write something, nothing came out right.  I wish I could say that we decided to take a vacation, go somewhere exotic, but that wasn’t the case.  Exactly the opposite, in fact.  Unless you consider a small brick ranch in constant disarray to be exotic.  Which, when I put it that way, seems possible.  I am SO not used to having things so disorganized.  Moving, remodeling, school, it all seemed to happen at once.

Things are finally starting to slow down and we are settling, quite comfortably, into our new house.  It sure feels like we’ve lived there longer than a month.  My husband’s impatience pushed everything along, not quite smoothly, but pushed it nonetheless.  We’ve got almost everything accomplished that we set out to accomplish in the beginning.  There are just a few finishing touches to take care of, and we are set for now.  I plan to start posting before and after pictures sometime soon, but I am not making any promises.  I seem to be pretty bad with the whole posting thing lately anyway. 

Autumn is officially here.  Can I just say that I am very happy about it.  I love everything about fall, and look forward to it every year.  I take that back, I am not looking forward to raking an acre full of leaves all by myself.  When we were younger, I enjoyed it most of the time, because it was a family affair.  It was time spent outside with the family, and it was always fun.  Now, Derek is extremely busy, and I am stuck with all the chores for myself.  In the end, I probably will enjoy it though.  Just being outside in the fall makes me happy.

So, hopefully this time I can say I am back, and actually mean it.  I am not going to commit publicly to anything, but I promise I will try my hardest to post more often.  Apparently, the three people that read my blog really miss hearing from me.  Who would have thought?

In memory

Seven years ago today, I was sitting in a conference room attending a seminar with a bunch of sound engineers.  Things were just starting up, when a coworker of mine walked in and informed everyone that two planes had just flown into the World Trade Center buildings.  I will never forget that moment.  First, there was silence.  Everyone seemed to be comprehending the information just thrown at them.  Second, there were glances between everyone in the room, silently asking eachother what to do.  Third, the speaker of the seminar called a short recess.  We all migrated down to the bar of the hotel, where the news was blasting from the television sets about these terrorist attacks. 

Then insanity seemed to rain down on everyone.  There were frenzied people trying to get a hold of their loved ones, loved ones that worked in or near the World Trade Centers,  loved ones that live in Manhattan, or loved ones that just happened to be in New York City at that time.  At the same time, life had to move forward.  Some people attended the rest of the seminars that day, others were drifting in and out, others simply left.  But, there was never a shortage of people in that bar, silently watching that smoke filled sky, always hoping for just a little more information.

Nope, I will never forget that day.  I’ve never actually talked to someone that wasn’t able to recite where they were the exact moment it happened.  It will be forever stamped in our memory.  Most of all, I will never forget the outreach that day.  Comfort was everywhere, but those who needed it in New York City, those who were just waiting to hear the news of their loved ones, got to see thousands of people reach out to them.  They saw volunteers from all over the place putting their lives on the line, in hope of finding just one person. 

So, here we are, seven years later.  For some, that day will just be a memory to them, to some it was a day that changed their life forever, and for some it was a day that they saved a life.  Whether they rescued someone from the debris, or comforted someone enough for that person to realize that they could move forward, that their life didn’t end there.  We all learned so much that day, just don’t ever forget the lessons it taught us.