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Rock the VOTE

Should all the windows be white or green? 

OH, tough decisions in life. . . .

I will be taking and tallying your votes on November 6th. 

I will announce the winning candidate at midnight. 

On CNN*.

                             *Color 
                               Needsdecided 
                               Now

As I lay me down to sleep.

Life of the POTTTTTT TTTTTY.

"Love is the coal that makes this train roll"

Dear Tom.
I am sorry.
I am sorry about the nail gun that terrifies you.
I am sorry about the sander that makes your three little legs shiver.
I am sorry about the pit bull (mix) that has taken up residence in our house the last couple weeks,
confining you to my arms or the "other" room.
I am sorry that you haven't been able to find your water bowl because it's in a different place every 20 minutes.
I am sorry that your intake of biscuits is four to ten times your intake of actual food.
Wait. You are fine with that. I take that sorry back.
But I am sorry that sometimes you have mattresses falling on you. I am glad it was only twice.
I am sorry that you seem to always walk into the wrong room to go to sleep every night.
I am sorry about that white paint on the top of your head.
I am sorry that when I tried to get it out I put more paint in.
I am sorry that you have to go to the bathroom on wood scraps and sawdust outside.
I am sorry that if you want to be in the same room as us you have to lay on old insulation or burlap sacks.
I am sorry that I told you that tupperware storage was a crib.
I love you.
Love,
your mom, (you lucky dog.)
Leanne

overwhelmed.

"You should have been a cow."

When I was discussing the bedroom walls with my brother and telling him how I liked the wood looking imperfect and just white-ish, his reply, as he kept painting was:

"You should have been a cow.  . .
or a horse. . .
or something so that you could live in a barn."

Cows and horses, my style icons.

2 and a half bedroom

the hallway is now turning into YOUR guest room!

complete with lights and outlet to charge your iwhatever. 

and tons of secret storage. this is tom's room. 

Log Cabin

A lot of trees were killed in the making of this room. 

And just like that

The ceiling goes back up. Fully insulated and everything!

Amazing.

The Steve Ford Show

When you are trying to redo your house while still traveling all over the country for work you have to get creative. 

Brad and I were in NYC for work the other day and had to talk to my brother about what our vision was with the room. After some very annoying phone conversations we remembered we lived in the days of facetime! Our carpenter consultation got much more interesting and effective!

Below I will try to do a recap of exactly what Steve is saying in each shot. As far as I can recall:

"So basically, if you look here, you guys live in a shack."

 "I get that you want to show these amazing beams and wood but we live in PENNSYLVANIA, not the Bahamas."

 "Well I can do it, but overall, this was a pretty dumb idea. 

Have fun being glamorous in New York while I am sweating in your 105 degree attic. . .I mean, new bedroom."

Yoko the dog:

"Idiots."

trying to keep things pretty . . .

Just one question . . .

How have these now become the BEFORE pictures??

AND now these are the AFTER? 

Or actually they are more like the . . .holy cow what are we doing shots. 

Oh yea .. . .that's right. . .this is EXACTLY what we are doing.

A bunch of crazies.

That's what we are, a bunch of crazies with too many power tools to play with.

 Here we are, perfectly beautiful bedroom. 

All walls in tact . . .

It even has a ceiling!

Nice wood floors . .. 

but nooooooooooo . .. . . that just won't cut it for us. 

So you know what happens when something doesn't cut it around here in the Shaffer household. . .

We throw it out the window. 

Ladies and gentlemen,

 Get ready for the new master bedroom project.

the very UN privy

So we have a working bathroom now! But with no door, no covering on the huge window in front of the window, and oh. . .a big hole in the wall to the hallway.

Walls? 

Who needs walls??

But whatever. . .water is running in there!! The first signs of life in months and months. 

Just a little paint and some lights. 

Oh, and some walls, doors and curtains. . .and we are all set!

But hey, at least we picked out our soap!

hook, line and SINK errrrrrr.

It's happening!!!!

Welcome to Tileland!

Brad and I wanted to go to Thailand, but as we handed over our debit card to pick up the supplies for our bathroom I looked at him, 

"Well babe, looks like we aren't going to Thailand. We're going to Tileland."

MY office. YOUR guest room.