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<span style="font-size: large;">I think a love of hockey is in the DNA of every Canadian.</span><br />
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There are a plethora of unfinished projects around here at the LC. I figure why not start one more? What does it matter in the grand scheme of things?<br />
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I want to sand the floor in the kitchen before the snow flies but that may be wishful thinking. However, there is a project I can do without the able assistance of Mr LC.<br />
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I want to PAINT THE FIREPLACE!!!!!!!<br />
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Okay, I'll stop yelling now. The thing is 6'10" of ugly red brick. Mr LC doesn't like it either. The three fireplaces in the house were totally redone in the fifties as you can see by the colour of the brick. All three. Same ugly brick.<br />
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I would like to clad it but I want to try and paint it first. However, there is no going back once painted.<br />
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<img alt="See the shocking before and after of this painted brick fireplace makeover!" class="pinImg fullBleed loaded fade" src="http://media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/6a/8b/cb/6a8bcbfa8708f2124ac3fb5c3cb4c101.jpg" style="height: 706px; width: 506px;" />I am thinking of painting the bricks white.<br />
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Oh, sweet mystery of life. I'm waiting on you my Gentle Readers.Debhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13872411319194316039noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5149254516032374077.post-24868352362600716432013-08-20T17:55:00.002-03:002013-08-20T17:55:38.807-03:00Like Sands Through the Hour Glass.<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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Tomorrow Mr LC and I celebrate(?) our 32nd wedding anniversary. In some ways it's hard to imagine we've been together for so long and in other ways it seems like yesterday.<br />
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Before we were married, one of his sisters told me to be careful because Mr LC was a real cheapskate. When I told him this he laughed and said that's because his sister was always asking him for money for cigarettes or gum and he wouldn't support her in those nasty habits.<br />
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Also, just before the wedding my mother in law took me aside and warned me about the first thing Mr LC would do in the hotel room on our wedding night. Being such a good girl and waiting for marriage to live together I was worried and slightly nervous to say the least. She whispered in my ear that the first thing that would happen when we got to the hotel room was that Mr LC would immediately fix the curtains in the window of the room. He does have a fetish about drapes hanging properly. I kept this little nugget of info to myself and sure enough, that's the first thing he did! I still have to laugh whenever I think about it.<br />
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He's a good old guy though and I wouldn't trade him for anything. I do tell him however, that if anything happened to him I would never get married again!<br />
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Love you Mr LC. You're a hoot and a holler!<br />
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I wonder if he'll take me out to celebrate? Maybe we'll go to a fancy restaurant like Dairy Queen or something.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Sassy has been very naughty this summer. She decided she had enough riding and proceeded to throw Mr LC off of her back in a very decided manner. Mr LC was having none of that. <i>She has to go! </i>Proclaimed Mr LC after he picked himself up.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Meet Louis the Wonder Horse. Not really a wonder horse, it just sounded good. He's very tall and shall we say, not very attractive? He danced around like a crazy thing when I was trying to take his photo. Mr LC is in heaven because he is a Thoroughbred and Mr LC has always wanted a Thoroughbred. He must have forgotten to tell me that little factoid.</span><br />
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It's been a real exciting time these last six months so I've had no time to blog. So much happening, so little time. If you believe that, I've got some marshland in moose country to sell you.<br />
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A month or so ago, we had one of our huge old ash trees cut down. What can I say, it was blocking our satellite reception. It also shaded our front lawn a lot. A whole lot.<br />
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Here is a pictorial account of the dirty deed.<br />
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You wouldn't catch me up there.<br />
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Cleaning up the mess. Praise be. We have enough wood from that tree to heat our house for the winter. Plus I get to watch Honey Boo Boo in HD. It's a win win.<br />
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This little man was in heaven with all the trucks, tractors and noise.<br />
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When Grammie comes in I run to the door and give her a big hug and holler 'Hi!' She gives me lots of kisses and hugs.<br />
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I like to play with this bear toy because I can run fast with it and it makes funny noise.<br />
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After a little while I decide I need a snack and get Grammie to open the pantry door so I can see what I want.<br />
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I also like to try on Grammie's funny shoes. They're a little big on me though.<br />
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I really like Grammie's baked beans. I hope she brought me some!<br />
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After lunch I like to read a few books. Before you know it, Grammie says it's time for a nap. I run to the stairs and Grammie says 'You're a smart little muttsie'. She's got all kinds of funny names for me.<br />
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After my nap, I check out the window for cars again. Soon Daddy comes home and I holler 'car car car!' and when he gets out of his car I holler 'hi hi hi'.<br />
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<br />Debhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13872411319194316039noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5149254516032374077.post-29249666326396560892013-01-13T19:32:00.000-04:002013-01-13T19:32:19.651-04:00Fleeing.Yesterday ole Mr LC and I were weaving on the back country roads in our truck on a mission to get some hay for Sassy. You remember Sassy right?<br />
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You remember Mr LC right?<br />
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Wait. You remember me right?<br />
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Anyway, back to my point. While drifting through the snowdrifts in our truck, I mentioned to Mr LC that this was a far cry from Paris and was our <strike>cheapskate </strike>European adventure just a dream?<br />
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When we got home, I had to go through our pictures just to make sure we were really there. I am now going to bore you with a story of our trip to the Paris Flea Market.<br />
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For starters, in Paris the flea market is called les Puces. Nice, eh? Since we traversed the Metro the day before with the cousins we figured we were all that and could handle the Metro on our own, no problem. Down to the depths of the underground we go. Up we come and check out the map for a good twenty minutes. Down to the depths we go again. We actually made it even with a transfer to another line. We were pumped.<br />
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We come up out of the metro expecting to see the flea market staring us in the face. It did not. We were way on the outskirts of Paris in a sort of immigrant neighbourhood with lots of burly darkish skinned men standing about in groups smoking and talking profusely with each other. (not in French if you catch my drift)<br />
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Mr LC got all brave and asked one fellow if he spoke English. No, he said. We talked to him anyway and asked him where the Puce was. Down by the bridge he says <i>IN ENGLISH</i>. We looked far off into the distance and spotted the bridge.<br />
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Now if you get to the flea market don't be discouraged when you come to all these booths with swarthy looking men selling knock offs. They holler at you but DO NOT ENGAGE. You will be buying more counterfeit sports wear than you know what to do with if you even nod at them. To say I was nervous would be an understatement. I kept wanting to go back to the metro but Mr LC was adamant. This excursion was to be the highlight of his trip and by gum, he was going to the Paris Flea or bust. After walking through about a block of knock offs we found the entrance!!! We found it, we found the mother lode.<br />
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I never saw so much silver in my life. Mr LC was in seventh heaven as he is an avid collector. He really wanted to get a chandelier though. Yeah, right. Super expensive. I thought most things were high but Mr LC found a deal and got two beautiful serving spoons for one euro each. I found a teeny tiny miniature cottage for a euro and that was the extent of our purchases. I was on the hunt for linens but I fear they must have all been shipped to America because there was nothing there. I saw some neat old metal numbers but I wasn't going to pay ten euros each for them.<br />
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Needless to say we arrived back at our apartment safely and headed out to the Paris opera house that evening. That is a story for another day though.<br />
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Most importantly, Sassy got her hay and will be fed for another month.<br />
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I mean bread dough. Literally. I read <a href="http://thegardenerscottage.blogspot.ca/2012/12/the-1-hostess-gift.html?showComment=1355324974557#c6783364968169069441" target="_blank">The Gardner's Cottage</a> latest post on how to make an inexpensive and thoughtful hostess gift of homemade artisan bread and was very impressed. Mostly though, I just wish I lived near an Ikea.</div>
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Daughter #1 called yesterday and asked if she could come over and help her make The Pioneer Woman's <a href="http://thepioneerwoman.com/cooking/2007/06/cinammon_rolls_/" target="_blank">Cinnamon Rolls</a> With much trepidation I agreed. Have you seen that recipe? Do you know how many rolls that recipe makes?</div>
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So Daughter shows up around 8pm. Yes, 8pm to make yeast rolls. Scores of yeast rolls.</div>
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I think we finished up around 11pm.<br />
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Yes, that is pure butter she is slathering around the dough.<br />
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She stood in front of the clock to verify how late is was.<br />
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All packed up and ready to go. I think by the time I got her home and back to my place it was after midnight. I'm a senior! I don't stay up this late!<br />
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I had to laugh. There's Janet's elegant healthy bread and here's our heart attack waiting to happen bread. There's enough butter and sugar in those cinnamon rolls to clog the arteries of ten people I'm sure.<br />
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They sure are tasty though.Debhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13872411319194316039noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5149254516032374077.post-83726158743375545382012-12-06T18:29:00.001-04:002012-12-06T18:29:43.355-04:00Chuckle for the Week and some Good Things.If you want to have a good laugh <strike>atmyexpense</strike> go visit my daughter's blog <a href="http://www.brknpoet.com/2012/12/layering-with-deb-fashionista.html" target="_blank">Broken Poet</a> . I hope everybody's whipping up some great plans for their Christmas Festivities.<br />
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Here's a great gift giving idea for you at <a href="http://anurbancottage.blogspot.ca/2012/12/christmas-gifts-from-nature.html" target="_blank">An Urban Cottage </a><br />
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I'm expecting one of these any day now.<br />
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These look good enough to eat.<br />
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I can't believe this was last Christmas.</div>
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He's a whole lot bigger now:<br />
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<br />Debhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13872411319194316039noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5149254516032374077.post-49912219941768186502012-11-09T15:29:00.001-04:002012-11-09T15:29:31.331-04:00I Will RememberOne of the best things about my <strike>Cheapskate two country</strike> European Vacation was that it turned into four countries. Double the fun!<br />
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Anyway, we went to Luxembourg for two days and it was wonderful. Very chic and civilized as well. No shops open on Sundays! Since we were there on a Sunday we decided to take a drive. One of our stops was a war cemetery. This was for American soldiers. The Americans liberated Luxembourg after the Second World War.<br />
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To say it was moving can hardly do justice to the way it made me feel.<br />
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It was so quiet and peaceful and holy.<br />
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Above is the ceiling in the chapel.<br />
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This is the gatehouse. The whole cemetery was immaculate.<br />
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Debhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13872411319194316039noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5149254516032374077.post-50720172832952979282012-10-26T11:32:00.000-03:002012-10-26T11:32:32.702-03:00Arc de TriompheI love Joni Mitchell don't you?<br />
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I was a free man in Paris<br />
I felt unfettered and alive<br />
Nobody calling me up for favours<br />
No one's future to decide.<br />
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I loved the Arc de Triomphe. Seriously.<br />
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I never thought all that much about it until I saw all the history recorded there. It honours all those who fought and died for France in the Revolutionary and Napoleonic wars.<br />
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Here's a view from the top. I didn't go up on this one but Mr LC did.</div>
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Guess who's peeking over there.</div>
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My son-in-law's grandfather fought in the Resistance. Then he married a German girl, had two kids, and moved to Canada.<br />
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It's much bigger than it looks. It's such a busy spot, being in the center of a roundabout, traffic whizzing by constantly.<br />
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The main thing I wanted to see in Paris was the Eiffel Tower.</div>
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It's a long way up there. Don't let this picture fool you. Mr LC said he was going up. I said I'll see you later. He said You're coming with me. Gulp. We walked up. Oh yes, we did. I thought I would die. I had to let people pass me on the stairs. I thought I would never make it. This was just the first level.<br />
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They were filming a commercial or something way over there. You could hear the music and the director say "yell and jump". I know French.</div>
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<br />Debhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13872411319194316039noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5149254516032374077.post-90853379009977194812012-10-02T23:12:00.001-03:002012-10-02T23:12:05.680-03:00A Change is as Good as a Rest.<div style="text-align: center;">
I've been home from my <strike>cheapskatetwocountry </strike>European vacation for a week today. It seems so long ago now. </div>
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Well, I've come back with a new man. Yes indeedy. Remember Mr LC?</div>
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I went to France and came back with a new and improved Mr LC.<br />
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As part of my <strike>cheapskate2country</strike> World Tour I've noticed some troubling differences between We and They.<br />
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1. Diet Coke is called Coke Light.<br />
2. Bottled water is either 'still' or 'with gas'<br />
3.Soda/pop is not as fizzy here.<br />
4.There are virtually no Pepsi products here.<br />
5.The above items do not taste the same as at home.<br />
6.You can buy beer glasses full of beer coloured gummi bears and white gummi bears for the foam on top.<br />
7.Germany is much more civilized than we are.<br />
8. You can buy real beer ANYWHERE. *<br />
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* This may not be troubling for some people.Debhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13872411319194316039noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5149254516032374077.post-88511841987795843132012-07-23T22:18:00.002-03:002012-07-23T22:19:09.553-03:00A Depends Moment.<br />
Do you remember the <a href="http://oyalistcottage.blogspot.ca/2011/09/up-close-and-personal.html" target="_blank">post</a> I wrote a while ago about meeting a bear while driving down the road near our house? Well, it just gets better and better.<br />
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Last night as Mr LC and I were taking our daily constitutional we happened upon a bear about 50 up the road from us.<br />
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I turned around and headed for home so fast it would make your head spin. I did wait long enough to see the bear run off when he heard me <strike>screaming</strike> talking. I turned around to see Mr LC head off toward the spot where we saw the bear. <i>What are you doing?</i> I shrieked while running in place. <i>I just want to see where he went</i> says Mr LC all calm and crazy like.<br />
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Finally (it seemed like an hour) Mr LC heads toward home behind me. I turn around again and wait for him to catch up. <i>Wow</i> he marvels aloud. <i>I didn't know you could run that fast. </i>Aggghhhh!<br />
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It's been really hot here this summer which is amazing. Things still look pretty green though.<br />
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The living room is almost finished being painted. It's slow going because Mr LC is repairing the plaster and I have to follow along with painting at his speed.<br />
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Isn't she cute? Isn't that dress cute? Believe me it looks much better on her than on me. The poor girl had lost some weight recently and it was too big for her so she had a giveaway. Companies are always sending her free clothes. She told me her secret was to just put your photo out there. I'm too shy. I'll just hope she keeps losing weight and passes the clothes on to me. Go visit her <a href="http://thedomesticfringe.com/" target="_blank">blog</a>. She'll make you laugh, she'll make you cry, and she'll make you think. She's one of my besties.<br />
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Thanks so much Lori for your generous giveaway! Everyone sprint on over to visit her.</div>Debhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13872411319194316039noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5149254516032374077.post-43297155006491833162012-06-13T15:17:00.000-03:002012-06-13T15:17:37.912-03:00Almost Finished. Gardens.My bathroom is almost finished! Just some paint touch ups to do but the bathroom is fully functional. I just go in there and look around a lot.<br />
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Look at my poor bathroom.</div>
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This was yesterday.</div>
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That blue stuff is spray foam insulation that we did a few years ago. It made all the difference in the world in keeping the house warm. Those floor joists are too far apart by today's codes. I can't believe we haven't fallen through the floor by now! Last night the guys hooked the toilet back up for us. Tonight, maybe not. At least we have an outhouse out behind the house. ewww.<br />
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Beyond those studs is our back porch/laundry/junk room.</div>
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These clapboards were found under an inside wall. Looks like this part of the house was built on later. Why oh why weren't they taken off? Ah, sweet mystery of life.<br />
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The builders found some dog and cat food between the old floors. Looks like Millie isn't doing her job.<br />
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Tomorrow, I will show you what I got for the floor tile and the wall tile. (If I can find it!) Now all the bathroom stuff is also in the dining room along with all the living room stuff. The contractor guys just laughed when they saw the living room. I don't know what's so funny. hmmm </div>
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I'm so over this living room. Why, what did you think I meant?</div>
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The living room has now been cleared out by me and the carpet rolled up. Mr LC started repairing the walls himself but now he's outside finishing up a shingling job from three years ago on the back of the house. I may never see my living room finished. <br />
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My dining room still looks like an episode of Hoarders even though I donated two carloads of stuff.<br />
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Tomorrow we are having our bathroom redone. Don't worry, Mr LC's not doing it this time. I want it finished so we hired the job out. He offered to do it but I kindly told him I really wanted it to be finished in a timely manner. He just smiled. He knows.<br />
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Ladies, we all know what takes so long. Several products are needed to action a proper cleansing shower. You need a good quality face wash,(mine's Chanel and Mr LC steals it) then comes shampoo and conditioer. I have long, thick hair and it takes a while to even get my head wet enough for the shampoo. Okay, that's three products and then of course your body wash makes number four. I didn't even shave! I didn't even pumice my heels! And how about moisturizing afterwards?<br />
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Please note that this photo is not of me nor is it my bathroom. My bathroom has been undergoing a Never Ending Reno for about three years now. I think my <a href="http://loyalistcottage.blogspot.ca/2012/04/is-anybody-out-there.html" target="_blank">living room</a> may take just as long the way things are going. That's okay though, one day at a time, right? I've been purging and throwing things out like crazy. It helps me deal with stress. Seriously. Try it sometime. I tried to get Mr LC on board last night. I think he lasted five minutes and then had to go to bed. Really. I mean, who wants VCR tapes when you don't have a VCR?</div>
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Let the bells ring and the banners fly! The wallpaper is gone from the living room never to be seen again.</div>
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The book shelves have been moved and the paper is gone.</div>
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All the clutter is, well, still there.</div>
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Thanks everyone for your paint suggestions. I'm afraid of colour so this will be a daunting task for me.</div>Debhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13872411319194316039noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5149254516032374077.post-22561092208550264812012-04-18T18:27:00.000-03:002012-04-18T18:27:26.518-03:00Is Anybody Out There?Hi folks. I know its been a while. Thanks for the inquiries. I've been in a blog funk you might say. Along with having the flu plus I've been enmeshed in getting rid of the wallpaper in the living room besides lots of pillow orders. Believe me, it has not been easy. It came off one teeny piece at a time.<br />
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The paint I uncovered is a lovely historic green. However there is NOTHING ELSE green in that room. I'm going to need your help people in picking out a wall colour.<br />
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It's almost finished except for the area behind the bookcase. Do you think I could just leave it like that? I think it makes a statement don't you? We have to get the old plaster fixed up so that will probably take another three months. Well, I'm off to the <strike>races</strike> wall.Debhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13872411319194316039noreply@blogger.com16