*knock knock knock* Who's There? Door. Door who? Doorn't you glad to see me?

About a month ago, Gene and I went to Lowe's for somesuch.  Probably to spend money, because that's what we do now.. spend all the money.

 

When I saw it, from across the aisle, the most beautimous door, like... ever.

 

You see, Gene and I live by this rule.  Decide what you want, and then wait.

Sometimes years.

 

A few years ago, I decided I wanted a new front door.  I hate the one I have (it's in a corner wasting space) and it's pretty ugly.  I painted it red but that's about as exciting as it gets.

 

So when I saw "the doors" I was so excited. 

 

Seems they were custom doors that were returned by the customer.  Nothing wrong with it, he just wanted to put the doorknobs on himself and they pre-cut the holes.

 

oops.

 

Their mistake, my gain.

 

So they were regularly $2500 doors.  Marked down to $1500.

 

Except I didn't want to pay $1500.  I never want to pay full price, and IMO, a returned door at $1500 is full price. 

 

Everything is negotiable.  So we went home, Gene called Lowe's and offered them $1000 and they turned us down.  Said that decision came from corporate.

 

A couple weeks later, we had to stop in again and thought we'd look, just to see.  As we walked across the store, we could see that they were still there!  Pitter patter my heart.

 

Close enough... I gasp!  $700!

 

I couldn't rip off the "for sale" tag fast enough!  MINE ALL MINE!

 

SPEND ALL THE MONEY!!!

 

So, fortunately we had the trailer with us, and fortunately, they have a forklift because those bad boys are heavy!

 

 It took 4 guys to load it.

And one person to be paranoid all the way home it'd fall off the truck.
*that would be me*

But dammit, look hout purdy they are!  I love you doors.  I want to murrrryyyy youuuuu. *mwah*

But for now, they sit on my 92% finished deck waiting for warmer days.
Which is like.. what... May?

Merry Christmas to me.

It's a puzzle!

Something's..... just... *different* about this photo.

 

Corn?  Nope.. it's been gone for a while now.
Jeep?  No, Tanner's had that for a few months now.
Kayak? Well, yeah, Tanner got a new kayak a few days ago.  I admit I'm a little jealous, I want one.

 

But that's really not it either.  Something's just offish.

 

 

 Maybe this pic will help:

Do you see it yet?

My kid has a beautiful smile!
Yep, 6 *years*, thousands of $$ and those braces are FINALLY GONE.  His teeth look so nice now and he looks even more handsome and grown up.

sniffles.

Excuse me for a moment while I get all verklempt.
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Ok, I'm back.
He's been warned not to get in a bar fight and lose any teeth because when he gets back, I'll break both his legs.

Love you though Tanner!

P.S.  I swear I have another kid.  He's pretty good looking too.  Hoping to sneak a pic or two of him and his girlfriend this weekend if he'll let me.  I'm sure *she* will, him?  He's a kersmudgin.

Turkey day!

Happy Thanksgiving from

Cease Fire Ranch!

 

Sorry, this is the closest thing I have to 2 turkeys

Happy Birthday Dear! Your gift is a .....

 

Brand new business!

 

All day on Gene's birthday (Sunday) was spent working on the shop being hell bent on getting the sign(s) painted and up.  Fact is, we got the glass shop sign done, and I feel like taking my time on the photo sign, because frankly, it's going to be *harder*.

 

Harder.

 

As in...

More difficult.

 

 

And this is what he did while I painted his sign.

 

Online shopping.  We call it "jewelry porn".  He calls it "working".

Mmmhmmm.

 

 

 

We finally finished, right as it started to get dark.  We almost had to hang it in complete darkness, we had only a few minutes left.  Street lights were on but we made it!  It was a big deal because the scaffolding was borrowed and that sign was heavy.  Plus hung pretty high.  Hard to do with a ladder.

 

 

Next day touch up, and we're done!

 

 

And a little bit to show you my side of the building.  New paint (the ugly flag border had to go!), new trim work, cute furniture.  Cute cute. 

Lots of great ideas coming this way!  I have my first clients schedule to come to the office in a WEEK!

Who wants to help decorate?
Budget is $12.17
Anyone?
Hello?

Good news, bad news, great news

 

So a couple weeks ago, an idiot ran over our mailbox.

Again.

 

I was so mad I chased him down without my bra on.  So you KNOW I was mad.

 

They had to come out and dig a new hole for the new mailbox.  I don't think he was happy about it.  Maybe he should chase me down without his bra on and tell me about it.

 

So anyway, we're tired of the "mailbox saga".  I think we're on our 4th mailbox now in 5 years.

 

Gene is hell bent on putting in a steel pipe.  10 feet long.  Packed with concrete.

Success!  That's what we'll be getting.  So the next guy that comes along and decides to play runsies overs with our mailbox will get a big surprise and a big dental bill for losing 7 teeth in his dashboard and a bumper.

 

Hoping that's not me.

 

So what does this have to do with Boo?

 

Our next door neighbor is great.  They come down and scoop our drive with his bobcat in the winter when it's bad.  We buy him beer as a thank you.  If we need to borrow a weird tool for an hour, he'll probably have it and always lets us.  We give him eggs as a thank you.

 

So Gene stopped down at his house tonight to ask him if he would bring the bobcat down and help us get the pipe a few more feet into the ground (our hole is only 4' deep). 

 

Good news:  Yes.  He'll be here at 9 a.m.

 

Bad news: He informed Gene that they have such a possum problem (I know, we have them here and he's right on a creek bed) that they are making their horses sick.  So they are putting out poison that will kill every possum for 3 miles.

(I'm pretty ok with that part).

 

Worse news:  He didn't know if it'd have any affect if Boo Kitty came around.  Boo likes to go on "explores" and disappears for 2-3 days at a time.  I'm pretty sure he's up there chasing mice.  Or girls.  Or girls.

 

Great news:  Gene said "I swear to Jesus I'm a max 3 cat family".

 

What did he just say?

He said Boo can live inside!

 

So, because we didn't know how fast the poison was going to happen, Boo is now sitting in a cat carrier in my kitchen under my desk. Hoping we can find a vet on Saturday to get him snip snipped because I really don't need a bunch of cat urine marking my walls.

 

Everyone has sniffed everyone else.

2 hisses and life goes on (well, if you're a fat indoor cat anyway).

 

So I got my Christmas present early.

Yep, I asked for Boo to be an indoor kitty.

There is a santa!  He's a grumpy glass man in Missouri.