I have so much I want to post about...our trip to Utah, my sister's wedding, Kallie's first day of school, the projects I've been working on, painting (and repainting) our house...but I have (obviously) been busy. By the time I get a few minutes, my brain doesn't want to focus on writing. It wants to relax, too. So, instead of blogging, I've been reading. Lots of reading. And one of my favorite reads lately is from Julie B. Beck--a talk she gave at BYU's Women's Conference. I will admit, I couldn't just let my brain relax with that one. In fact, I wanted to turn myself into a sponge and just soak it all in--make it part of me. So, while you're waiting for my riveting blog posts, feel free to delve into Sis. Beck's talk! (And, let me know if you master the whole "turning yourself into a sponge" thing.)
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
Thursday, July 29, 2010
The Stench -or- Why We May Never EVER Have a Dog
Ryan woke up a few Saturdays ago and said, "We're ripping out the living room carpet today." I thought we were going to do yard work. But work is work. And I wasn't getting out of it either way. That's the problem with being the right-hand woman.
Why, you might ask, did we decide to rip out 168 square feet of carpet on a random Saturday morning whim? Well, it all had to do with what I called "Scratch n' Sniff" carpet. When we moved into the house, we put couches in the living room. No problem. When I slid the couches into a more acceptable furniture arrangement about a week later, a horrible odor wafted up from the carpet. It wasn't something we had ever smelled before--not when we were looking to buy the house, not when we had the carpets cleaned, not when we moved in and simply placed furniture in the room. It was only after the carpet got a deep massage from a couple of couches that it gave up it's scent. We discussed new carpet, but the carpet looked fine. And there are 1000 other projects needing our money and attention. And, after all, The Stench started to dissipate after a few days. However, we started avoiding our living room at all costs. We didn't want to accidentally release more of The Stench.
A few weeks later, Ryan commented that he hoped the couches weren't just absorbing horrible odor. We're hoping to sell the couches (someday soon) and figured no one wanted to take The Stench home along with the couches. So, once again, I moved the couches. Slid them across the entry into the dining room. The Scratch n' Sniff carpet once more did its thing. And this time, The Stench didn't dissipate. As embarrassed as we were to have people come to our home while The Stench was on the run, those who did come said they couldn't smell a thing. And, even if they could, it was very faint. We were convinced that they were just being polite. And so, on that Saturday morning, Ryan decided enough was enough.
When we walked into the living room, I said, "You know, on all those HGTV shows I watch, they always cut the carpet into strips and pull it out one strip at a time." Nope. The plan was to rip it out in ONE BIG PIECE. So, I went along with it. We tugged and rolled. And I almost lost my breakfast. If you think The Stench was bad after moving furniture across the top, just think how much worse it would be when you actually opened the source of The Stench. On the far wall of the room, there was a HUGE stained area. The carpet tacks along several feet of the wall were rusted. Another small corner on the other side had the same issue. I couldn't understand why we didn't smell this before and how the carpet looked so normal from the top.
It took us a good 10 or 15 minutes to lug, shimmy, and shove the carpet out the front door. (We later learned it was 280 lbs. of carpet, although it seemed at least twice that as we manuvered the thing.) Once it was on the lawn, we went back in and ripped up the pad, tack strips, and staples. We didn't want to leave even ONE speck of something The Stench was clinging to.
The Stench was so bad that when we went back out to take care of the carpet, we noticed a random cat wandering over to our lawn. It could smell the carpet all the way from who-knows-where and came to investigate. We had talked about trying to cut up the carpet and put it into our trash bin. But, everyone knows that 168 sq. ft. of carpet doesn't all fit into a trash bin. That meant we would have had to store The Stench somewhere in the mean time. And, I wasn't thrilled about attracting the rest of the animals in the neighborhood. Instead, we cut the carpet into strips, (which is a story in itself), rolled it all up, and packed it into the back of our car. (At this point, I told Ryan that next time we ripped out carpet, we were cutting it into strips BEFORE taking it out. And he said, "Next time?")
We had some other errands to run, so we packed the kids into the car, rolled down all the windows and set out for the "transfer station"--which is just a nice way of saying The Dump. It was at this point we started laughing. Air whipping around our hair, kids complaining they were cold, and we couldn't roll up the windows because of The Stench. But it was no longer in our house!
We're still working on fully eradicating The Stench. It's greatly reduced now and the smell is generally contained to the living room. We've put pet odor remover on the plywood floorboards, (the stain went all the way into the wood), and we're painting it with Kilz this weekend. The good news is that while I'm in Utah, Ryan is going to paint the entire living room--as long as I can decide on a color by the time I leave. A few weeks later, we will have carpet. And, I'll bet we spend a lot more time in that room.
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Tuesday, July 6, 2010
Window Worm
A couple of weeks ago, the Young Women in our ward held a fund raiser. For a certain amount, a group of them would come to your home and complete 2 tasks in a 20 minute time frame. Knowing that I don't have time to do everything and wanting to help their fundraising efforts, I signed them on to wash my windows.
In the few months we've lived here, we have determined (thanks to neighbors) that our home was unoccupied for about 16 months by the time we finally moved in. And before that, it was a rental for a while. Needless to say, my windows certainly needed the bath. I won't describe in detail the state of the window tracks/sills, but suffice it to say they were living entities of their own--possibly toxic (at least in my mind). Not wanting to allow the Young Women anywhere near the science experiments growing beneath our windows, I decided to tackle the project before the girls came.
I started upstairs--and really, it wasn't too bad. I thought it was going to be a lot worse! And when I headed downstairs, I realized how much worse it was going to get. When I went to clean the family room windows, I found this curled up in the corner of the window:
I psyched myself up and started the removal process. I wondered if it would just crumble when the pencil touched it. But, when I actually pushed the pencil between the folds of worm, it was much softer than I thought it would be. I almost freaked out and quit the whole process. But ever so slowly, with my eyes closed, I lifted the worm up and out of the corner.
It was about then I saw this worm for what it really was: a brown hairband. All of that worry for nothing. I started laughing and texted my husband, "Turns out the worm was a hairband! Still laughing." I popped it into the Ziploc, (still wearing gloves--you never know where that thing has been!), for proof--along with the pics--that it really DID look like a worm!
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Monday, July 5, 2010
Fabulous Fourth
It all began on Friday afternoon...after joining the masses in holiday weekend travel, we finally arrived at the Cottage just before dinner time on Friday. (Good thing, since we were bringing part of dinner.) We hung out for a bit and ate dinner and then left the kids with Nana and Papa while we headed out on a date. After a short drive, we ended up on the beach to watch the sunset. It was quite windy and cold, (typical of the Pacific Northwest coast), but it was wonderful to snuggle with my hubby and enjoy an uninterrupted conversation with rolling ocean scenery.
Saturday, we took the kids to the community 4th of July celebration. Our kids bounced themselves crazy in several inflatable bounce houses. I asked if I could join them, but I wasn't allowed. (Bummer.) After they rode the kiddy train, we headed home for lunch and naps. Once the kids were asleep, we left the kids with Nana and Papa again, (They were lifesavers this weekend! I SO needed the break!). My brother-in-law and his girlfriend introduced us to geocaching. What a BLAST! I'm totally hooked.
That evening, we roasted hot dogs in the fire pit and then headed to the beach for fireworks. It was still cold and windy. While conditions have been comparable in past years, this year was much windier than ever before. The kids, (especially Clayton), weren't too impressed with the blowing sand. The girls spent their evening with pillows and blankets in the back of Papa's car. I love that we can (legally) let off our own fireworks here. And, this year didn't disappoint. By the time we left, every inch of me was covered in a fine, dusty grit. Thank goodness for hot showers.
Sunday, we enjoyed the local ward. And, I enjoyed connecting with my college friend. Seems like 4th of July is our once-a-year time to catch up. Last year, (we hadn't seen each other for about 10 years), I was pregnant--and Clayton was born about 5 weeks later. This year, she is pregnant and due in about 6 weeks. Who knows what next year will bring?
My ever-gracious in-laws offered to stay with our children again that evening so Ryan and I could head back to the beach to watch the 4th of July celebrations. Although I LOVE fireworks, by the time that evening rolled around, I didn't feel like changing back into 100 layers of clothes and/or freezing my buns off. So, we decided to stay home--out of the wind and out of the cold. Instead, we watched fireworks on TV. Not quite the same, but I still felt patriotic. And I still thought a lot about the freedoms we enjoy in our country. After living in a post-communist part of the world for a year and a half, I feel very strongly about the need to preserve our freedoms. And very grateful for the sacrifices that have been made for us to remain free.
This morning, we got up, packed up, and headed out. We anticipated a bit of holiday traffic--but ended up not encountering any. (Although there was an Kallie-induced emergency pit stop at a Rest Stop about 20 minutes from home.) Throughout the remainder of the day, I finished reading a great book (The Whistling Season by Ivan Doig--slow at first, but loved it!), found out I have been cast as Maude Dunlop in our stake production of The Music Man, and ripped out a few rhododendron bushes in our front yard. And our holiday weekend is over. Can't we have another one next week?
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Tuesday, June 8, 2010
Out of the Blue
I have had a rough couple of days. You know how it is when you feel like everyone is telling you that you need to improve at this or that...or that you're just not doing this or that well enough? Well, that's how the last few days have felt for me. I know I don't have to be perfect, but feel like I should be able to be successful at something. It has certainly been a challenge.
But, today has been better. Maybe it's because the sun was out? Maybe it because I spent the day exploring the movement of the sun and learning about clouds with my kids? Maybe it's because I drank enough water? Maybe it's because I actually felt productive? Maybe it's because my kids all napped? (Although not at the same time...) Maybe it's because I'm just tired of feeling blah?
While I'm not a fan of those blue moments, I am grateful that I have them. They expand me...push me to refresh my perspective...and remind me to enjoy the good days.
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Monday, May 31, 2010
Memorial Day Weekend
I find it quite interesting that we spend this day to honor those who have sacrificed for our freedoms by enjoying the freedoms that we have. Whether it's a working weekend or play, we are so blessed to have the freedom to choose to do those things.
This weekend, we tackled several projects--some we finished, some we didn't. But, most importantly, we made progress! I'll just say here that I can't believe we've only been in the house for three weeks. It feels like it's been MUCH longer--so I have had to convince myself to be patient with everything I want to do here. One day at a time, we are transforming this place!
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Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Life as a Facebook Status
My life today has been a series of status updates. And, since I'm not one to update my status multiple times per day, here they all are for your enjoyment.
I finally met my goal of getting up, dressed, showered, and ready before the girls were up! I got up early and they slept in a little. I could get used to this.
Oh no. The car won't start. I should probably turn the interior lights off so my 3 yr. old doesn't leave one on again.
Thank goodness I've already met my neighbor. And she was home.
I could spend hours in the paint department of Home Depot.
Walls are (partially) primed and ready for action!
Hmm..Not sure I like the look of Scottish Isle and Feldspar in my family room.
The more I look at Hawaiian Sky, the more I'm convinced that's definitely the color for my bedroom. Now, if I could just get a new bedroom set and change the bedding...
I think I put a little too much basil on my Black Bean Pizza Burger. I really love basil, but the balance was off. (These will soon be posted on My Little Red Kitchen.)
I can actually hear the rain. Ryan took the girls to run errands.
Baby sleeping...second coat on the walls...time to empty my brain onto the blog.
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Sunday, May 23, 2010
Ta-funch-a-munch
Today, I went into the Mother's Room during Sunday School to feed Clayton. Another mom was in there with her baby and we started talking. During the course of our conversation, we talked about going on our missions, how we loved the MTC, how our lives were when we got home, etc.
At one point, she mentioned that she got home at the beginning of May 2003, (I got home at the end of May 2003). It then occurred to me to ask her where she went on her mission. When she answered, "Madagascar, " I replied, "Tafunchamunch!" (Which means "goodnight" in Malagasi, the language spoken in Madagascar.) She looked surprised and said, "How do you know that?" I said, "Some sisters in the MTC told...Wait a second, when were you in the MTC?" And then we discovered we were there at the same time! After putting 2 and 2 together, we realized she and her companion were probably the sister missionaries that taught me that phrase.
From Provo to Madagascar and the Baltics to Covington...the world sure is a small place!
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Wednesday, May 19, 2010
My Little Red Kitchen
Announcing "My Little Red Kitchen"! I've decided that it's high time I started a cooking blog. Making meals on a daily basis can be SO mundane. I started this blog to make it a little more fun--so I can share my adventures along the way. Check it out! (See the button on my sidebar.) And then come back for second helpings...and thirds...and fourths...and...
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