Saturday, June 5th: 5:30am
I was up. Ohhh of COURSE I was up. I never even took a chance to say, change out of my pyjamas, or put in my contacts, or brush my teeth for God sake! No I literally hit the ground running, ponytail, glasses and all as today was the day that 50 or so people would flood our unfinished and unfurnished home. I had S@#! to do! I can't even remember where I start, I think it was sweeping our new beautiful floors in all the bedrooms and living room to get them ready for presentation. I then, waking MB in my mad dashings around, began moving random things in our "bedroom" backroom into the real bedroom. I was freaking out about by now. The backroom is where we were to have everything set up for the party as people could transition seamlessly from outdoors to inside. By 6:30am it was already hot and I was sweating my butt off. I had a lot to do and people were slated to arrive by 1pm. Great.
I think somewhere in this MB picked up on my panic and he set to work immediately as well, I'm not sure doing what because I didn't see him or pay much attention to him but I'm sure it was useful. I started putting felt tips that I had purchased on one of my more recent trips to the beloved Home Depot, on all of the furniture that would be going in living room and bedroom. MB helped me do most of this and at around 8:30 we began moving stuff into the bedroom. I put our beautiful new nightstands that MB had built prior to us buying the house 1st (picture included, taken by my mother).
I believe these were the product of pent up creative energy on MB's part. I had gotten a call one night when I was about to go to bed, MB: "I think I'm going to built night stands." Me: "Uhm OK." MB:" Yeah. I'm gunna build night stands." You just don't question it.
After those we moved our silly little yard sale dresser, the bed frame, and eventually the bed. I started throwing sheets on this somewhere in between random trips to and fro the basement. I put my beautiful shaker table in the living room first as I am shamelessly proud of it (picture also included courtesy of me :D). Then the couch. This took a little finagling with felt cups but it was there and that was it. We have a big chair, the Lindsey chair as I'm often to be found curled up in it sound asleep with half a glass of wine on Friday nights, but we did not have time to move this from the basement. I then set about cleaning the couch, vacuuming my life away around 10ish?
I made a cake somewhere in there. I swept the floor in the kitchen and cleaned it as best I could and then set about vacuuming the backroom and setting it up. This took forever. It was so hot, already about 86ish degrees and there I was, sweating my butt off in a tee shirt and pyjama shorts, glasses, a sloppy pony tail and in desperate need a shower. And I had people coming in about 2ish hours. I set up the two tables, put table clothes on them and began trying to set things up. It was an hour from my mother's arrival so I literally, and this is probably the funniest thing looking back, took to cleaning my bathroom before jumping in the shower, spray bottle and scrub brush in hand and literally, cleaned my shower while I took a shower. I was still straitening up my bathroom and finishing making the bed while dressed in a Velcro towel and a towel on my head. I'm sure it was quite the sight. My mom showed up just I finished dressing myself and slapping some pathetic make up on my face.
Now, my mother is not use to seeing me so harried before a party. I LOVE to throw parties and plan them and all that good stuff. Yet here I was with almost nothing done and people coming in an hour. We had moved furniture in THAT MORNING, I still hadn't even had a change to admire the effect. I set her to work cooking bacon and hard boiling eggs, for potato salad and I started setting up the things she had brought.
Now while all of this was going on, MB was smoking a brisket. If you have never had one of these, and are not of the vegetarian persuasion (full respect here) you NEED to have one. They are amazing. Now, I had noticed a small woodchuck hanging out under our back room addition a few days earlier. While I was in there setting up I heard a commotion. MB had been attacked my said woodchuck. He sprayed it with the hose he was using but was a bit concerned. This woodchuck did not look so good. He sauntered off, a little wet and very sick looking at a slow pace into the garden. I told MB to call animal control. He said it wouldn't be animal control it would be the EPA that would handle it. I told him to call the EPA. He said no, they wouldn't do anything. I was pretty pissed off to tell you the truth but I was very quickly distracted and didn't get a chance to even FIND my cellphone let along use it. The next time I saw the sickly little woodchuck he was laying in our hill garden in the sun, very strange and looking half dead.
Meanwhile, people started filing into the kitchen as I was trying to finish the things I was making. I had my cousin making pudding for punch bowl cake, my mom on the bacon and someone else, doing I can't even remember. I have NEVER been that unprepared before a party, especially of such magnitude. However, I think it came together well.
People camped themselves in our garage due to the relative lack of shade in our yard, something I did not understand not ever having a garage before but hey, they seemed happy. MB entertained the folks outside while I entertained inside getting things put together. It was HOT. Like tropical humidity hot. It even threatened to rain once but somehow, split and missed us.
People came in two waves, most of the family around 1pm and our friends mostly at 5pm. As I had barely been outside someone asked me how I felt about the woodchuck. "What woodchuck?" APPARENTLY, as MB had not called the EPA, as some of his family were arriving the woodchuck charged MB for the 2nd (3rd?) time. Well he, for reasons unbeknown to be, had a shovel in his hand and therefore, to protect himself and his family, proceeded to whack the thing in the head and kill it. I, needless to say, was pretty furious. especially that I seemed to be the last to know of this! Now, I realize that the thing was obviously not OK. It was sick. But I was convinced, and proceeded to ream MB out for this, that the poor woodchuck probably had babies under our backroom and it was just trying to protect them and now they would die and if I happened to find said babies, MB was crawling under there and rescuing every damn one of them. Turns out there were no babies but still, I was mad.
The party went incredibly well and everyone seemed to love the house. Our friends were there most of the night and two friends stayed behind to help us clean up (one really. The other was for entertainment). At this point, MB was fairly drunk and so was AC (the friend/girlfriend/coworker from my last post). As AC's fiancee was so generously helping me clean, they decided, having been seated around a large fire in our backyard for the past 2 hours drinking beer, that it would be fun to sneak on top of the roof of the garage and 'scare' us. Ashley caught them before they even made it to the window. You see, when your drunk you think your being incredibly cleaver and stealthy. Not so much. Anyways they finally left around 1:00am and it was finally over. I have included more pictures I took the next day of a reluctant MB (he's not fond of pictures for some silly reason. He's very photogenic so I can't understand WHY) in our living room. This was the defining moment in our journey so far and yet, there was still so much to do. I was SO excited to go to sleep in our actual bedroom that night I can't even tell you. And to actually sit in my living room?! SWOON! It's lovely :)
I was up. Ohhh of COURSE I was up. I never even took a chance to say, change out of my pyjamas, or put in my contacts, or brush my teeth for God sake! No I literally hit the ground running, ponytail, glasses and all as today was the day that 50 or so people would flood our unfinished and unfurnished home. I had S@#! to do! I can't even remember where I start, I think it was sweeping our new beautiful floors in all the bedrooms and living room to get them ready for presentation. I then, waking MB in my mad dashings around, began moving random things in our "bedroom" backroom into the real bedroom. I was freaking out about by now. The backroom is where we were to have everything set up for the party as people could transition seamlessly from outdoors to inside. By 6:30am it was already hot and I was sweating my butt off. I had a lot to do and people were slated to arrive by 1pm. Great.
I think somewhere in this MB picked up on my panic and he set to work immediately as well, I'm not sure doing what because I didn't see him or pay much attention to him but I'm sure it was useful. I started putting felt tips that I had purchased on one of my more recent trips to the beloved Home Depot, on all of the furniture that would be going in living room and bedroom. MB helped me do most of this and at around 8:30 we began moving stuff into the bedroom. I put our beautiful new nightstands that MB had built prior to us buying the house 1st (picture included, taken by my mother).
I believe these were the product of pent up creative energy on MB's part. I had gotten a call one night when I was about to go to bed, MB: "I think I'm going to built night stands." Me: "Uhm OK." MB:" Yeah. I'm gunna build night stands." You just don't question it.
After those we moved our silly little yard sale dresser, the bed frame, and eventually the bed. I started throwing sheets on this somewhere in between random trips to and fro the basement. I put my beautiful shaker table in the living room first as I am shamelessly proud of it (picture also included courtesy of me :D). Then the couch. This took a little finagling with felt cups but it was there and that was it. We have a big chair, the Lindsey chair as I'm often to be found curled up in it sound asleep with half a glass of wine on Friday nights, but we did not have time to move this from the basement. I then set about cleaning the couch, vacuuming my life away around 10ish?
I made a cake somewhere in there. I swept the floor in the kitchen and cleaned it as best I could and then set about vacuuming the backroom and setting it up. This took forever. It was so hot, already about 86ish degrees and there I was, sweating my butt off in a tee shirt and pyjama shorts, glasses, a sloppy pony tail and in desperate need a shower. And I had people coming in about 2ish hours. I set up the two tables, put table clothes on them and began trying to set things up. It was an hour from my mother's arrival so I literally, and this is probably the funniest thing looking back, took to cleaning my bathroom before jumping in the shower, spray bottle and scrub brush in hand and literally, cleaned my shower while I took a shower. I was still straitening up my bathroom and finishing making the bed while dressed in a Velcro towel and a towel on my head. I'm sure it was quite the sight. My mom showed up just I finished dressing myself and slapping some pathetic make up on my face.
Now, my mother is not use to seeing me so harried before a party. I LOVE to throw parties and plan them and all that good stuff. Yet here I was with almost nothing done and people coming in an hour. We had moved furniture in THAT MORNING, I still hadn't even had a change to admire the effect. I set her to work cooking bacon and hard boiling eggs, for potato salad and I started setting up the things she had brought.
Now while all of this was going on, MB was smoking a brisket. If you have never had one of these, and are not of the vegetarian persuasion (full respect here) you NEED to have one. They are amazing. Now, I had noticed a small woodchuck hanging out under our back room addition a few days earlier. While I was in there setting up I heard a commotion. MB had been attacked my said woodchuck. He sprayed it with the hose he was using but was a bit concerned. This woodchuck did not look so good. He sauntered off, a little wet and very sick looking at a slow pace into the garden. I told MB to call animal control. He said it wouldn't be animal control it would be the EPA that would handle it. I told him to call the EPA. He said no, they wouldn't do anything. I was pretty pissed off to tell you the truth but I was very quickly distracted and didn't get a chance to even FIND my cellphone let along use it. The next time I saw the sickly little woodchuck he was laying in our hill garden in the sun, very strange and looking half dead.
Meanwhile, people started filing into the kitchen as I was trying to finish the things I was making. I had my cousin making pudding for punch bowl cake, my mom on the bacon and someone else, doing I can't even remember. I have NEVER been that unprepared before a party, especially of such magnitude. However, I think it came together well.
People camped themselves in our garage due to the relative lack of shade in our yard, something I did not understand not ever having a garage before but hey, they seemed happy. MB entertained the folks outside while I entertained inside getting things put together. It was HOT. Like tropical humidity hot. It even threatened to rain once but somehow, split and missed us.
People came in two waves, most of the family around 1pm and our friends mostly at 5pm. As I had barely been outside someone asked me how I felt about the woodchuck. "What woodchuck?" APPARENTLY, as MB had not called the EPA, as some of his family were arriving the woodchuck charged MB for the 2nd (3rd?) time. Well he, for reasons unbeknown to be, had a shovel in his hand and therefore, to protect himself and his family, proceeded to whack the thing in the head and kill it. I, needless to say, was pretty furious. especially that I seemed to be the last to know of this! Now, I realize that the thing was obviously not OK. It was sick. But I was convinced, and proceeded to ream MB out for this, that the poor woodchuck probably had babies under our backroom and it was just trying to protect them and now they would die and if I happened to find said babies, MB was crawling under there and rescuing every damn one of them. Turns out there were no babies but still, I was mad.
The party went incredibly well and everyone seemed to love the house. Our friends were there most of the night and two friends stayed behind to help us clean up (one really. The other was for entertainment). At this point, MB was fairly drunk and so was AC (the friend/girlfriend/coworker from my last post). As AC's fiancee was so generously helping me clean, they decided, having been seated around a large fire in our backyard for the past 2 hours drinking beer, that it would be fun to sneak on top of the roof of the garage and 'scare' us. Ashley caught them before they even made it to the window. You see, when your drunk you think your being incredibly cleaver and stealthy. Not so much. Anyways they finally left around 1:00am and it was finally over. I have included more pictures I took the next day of a reluctant MB (he's not fond of pictures for some silly reason. He's very photogenic so I can't understand WHY) in our living room. This was the defining moment in our journey so far and yet, there was still so much to do. I was SO excited to go to sleep in our actual bedroom that night I can't even tell you. And to actually sit in my living room?! SWOON! It's lovely :)
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