B to me: Look! Look at the Bails. He's resting on my knee! Is cuteness!
God, I love this man.
Saturday, April 30, 2011
Thursday, April 28, 2011
The untimely death of Officer Chris Kilcullen
This has been a weird week. On one hand, we have ecstatic highs relating to the move and the purchase of a house. And then there's the (finally uplifting news in the world) royal wedding. But, this excitement has been contrasted against horrible lows.
Last Friday, for the first time since 1934, my city lost a police officer.

He's my (former) boss's son. I'd met him a few times. He has two small children and wife, and he was only 43. I keep thinking about his dad's pain and how utterly unfair this is for him and his family. Completely pointless and unfair. The unfair power that some lunatic with a gun and a single shot has over other people's lives and minds. Unfair. Heartbreaking.
The funeral is today, and I'm going, though I will only be one of likely thousands in attendance. The streets downtown are filled with trees and posts wearing blue ribbons in remembrance of Chris. I imagine that driving past them makes my ex boss proud and overwhelmingly sad.
In other, similarly sad news, my former law professor also died this past week. Like Chris, Keith Aoki died too young-- in his 50s. Cancer did it, and he, too, leaves behind a wife and children-- twin 9-year old girls.
So, in a week of highs and lows, I'm even more so grateful for what I have. I hugged my husband extra tight and told my family I love them. I hope to never feel the tragic pain the family members of those above are feeling, but I do hope they know how much their loved ones were loved by many.
Last Friday, for the first time since 1934, my city lost a police officer.

He's my (former) boss's son. I'd met him a few times. He has two small children and wife, and he was only 43. I keep thinking about his dad's pain and how utterly unfair this is for him and his family. Completely pointless and unfair. The unfair power that some lunatic with a gun and a single shot has over other people's lives and minds. Unfair. Heartbreaking.
The funeral is today, and I'm going, though I will only be one of likely thousands in attendance. The streets downtown are filled with trees and posts wearing blue ribbons in remembrance of Chris. I imagine that driving past them makes my ex boss proud and overwhelmingly sad.
In other, similarly sad news, my former law professor also died this past week. Like Chris, Keith Aoki died too young-- in his 50s. Cancer did it, and he, too, leaves behind a wife and children-- twin 9-year old girls.
So, in a week of highs and lows, I'm even more so grateful for what I have. I hugged my husband extra tight and told my family I love them. I hope to never feel the tragic pain the family members of those above are feeling, but I do hope they know how much their loved ones were loved by many.
Flea Prevention
Ok, so here's the deal: we have 3 cats and 2 dogs. We knew what sort of financial commitment we were getting into BEFORE we got them. However, like with anything, if there is a way to avoid certain costs, I'm ALL for it.
One thing is flea prevention. We keep the dogs on it year-around because they're indoors and outdoors. The cats we generally have off of it in the winter months, since it's a) too cold, and b) they're indoors.
So far, this has worked for us. But it's still expensive.
An old vet of ours told us that in certain brands of flea control, the same percentage of active ingredients are in the cat AND dog controls. Which means, instead of buying 3 packs per month of the cat meds, I could just buy one "large dog" pack and divide one month's dose between the cats. Doing this with a needle-less syringe makes getting the 0.8mL per cat dosage a little easier.
It saves a ton of money. And it's safe if you do it properly. Which is why I feel really grumpy that my vet gave me such a hard time today when I asked about it.
End thoughts: They must make a lota money on the sale of flea control.
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Hail Queen Maddie
Someone got wind of the fact that Corgi's are Queen Elizabeth's favorite AND that there is a royal wedding this week.

Her royal highness is currently laying morose on the floor at her lack of a royal wedding invitation, with her little royal footsies dragged out behind her.
Alas.
** No Maddie-dog was harmed in this photo shoot, though she may have been stuck on top the dresser for the shots so she would not be fussy over the crown on her head.
Alas.
** No Maddie-dog was harmed in this photo shoot, though she may have been stuck on top the dresser for the shots so she would not be fussy over the crown on her head.
Friday, April 22, 2011
More about the future digs...
Our soon-to-be home is what we had hoped for: A house with character in a coveted neighborhood. We sacrificed one thing: Bathrooms. The house has one. Otherwise? Fairly perfect.
It was built in 1948, has coved ceilings, gorgeous trimwork and lovely floors. Though it's over the 60-year mark in age, it's all ok: It's been completely redone and all energy-efficient upgrades.
It was built in 1948, has coved ceilings, gorgeous trimwork and lovely floors. Though it's over the 60-year mark in age, it's all ok: It's been completely redone and all energy-efficient upgrades.
Other perks:
- 1.5 miles to both of our works.
- 0.3 miles to the nearest grocery store (thanks to hidden stairs up the hill behind the store, by car it's more like 1 mile).
- Fully fenced, large backyard.
- Terraced front yard with a lot of space but also puts the house NOT smack dab on the street; passers-by cannot see into the house.
- Fabulous schools (not that we have kidlets, but someday...)
- On a hill, with a view, but not too much of a hill that we'll want to die when we come home from work and are biking/walking.
- Chef's kitchen.
- Fully redone bath with door that opens outward (genius. Please tell this idea to our landlords)
- Back alley access, not used much, but makes it nice to get things into the far back yard.
There also is future potential someday. The house is in a great place on the lot for a possible future master bath/walk-in closet. There's also a full bonus room upstairs that has a lot of potential, and rather high-ceiling crawlspace over the kitchen.
And don't even get me started on the windows. Oh, the light!
So now, we're knee-deep in moving mode, just waiting for the moment to start unloading things from the old digs to the new. The critters are confused, but it will all be ok.
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
A home of our own.
Early next month, the husband and I become homeowners to this beauty. A beautiful home in a phenomenal neighborhood in our town. Walking distance to work and the grocery store. Remodeled interior (photos to come).
Needless to say, we're pretty darn excited. The house is beautiful inside, and boasts a view, a huge backyard, and gorgeous stonework tiers in front.
We're looking forward to more space, a fully fenced backyard, and higher-quality construction. The home feels like us.
Monday, April 18, 2011
Refinishing the desk
We bought a desk for our new place (yes, more on that later). It's not too deep, which we like, and it has a hutch. I know hutches can get cluttered, but our hope is that we can make this an organized, usable space (and also potentially not have to get another bookshelf).
The desk is solid wood. While we like the shape, form, and functionality of the desk, we don't like the color or hardware. I thought about painting it, but sigh, it's solid, beautiful wood in good condition. I wanted to try refinishing first to see how it'd turn out.
Of course, upon the desk arriving in our new place, the cats had to inspect.
With the feline curiosity satisfied, I set to work. I'm not done, but here is the progress so far.
I took all the drawer hardware pieces (the wood knobs) off. The goal is to completely replace those.
Then I sanded down each of the drawers. The stain does not penetrate too far, so I can do this without hurting the integrity of the wood. If I had to guess, it's a pine desk. Pine's a soft wood, so that made sanding easier.

Here are all the drawers with their faces sanded. I did not sand the sides. You don't see the sides! I decided instead to slap some stain on the sides when I stained, that way the stain darkens a LITTLE bit, without me having to go to the trouble of sanding.

After sanding down, first with medium grit 100 sandpaper and then 220 fine sandpaper, I brushed all the wood bits off and then wet the wood with water. I didn't soak it, just wet it. This raises the grain of the wood as it dries. Then, when you sand again with the 22o, you know you're getting a super smooth finish.
I wiped and wiped and wiped to get all the wood bits off. Then: Time for the stain!
I decided to try something new: Jacobean stain by Minwax. I'd used Minwax's products before, but never Jacobean. It appeared to be darker than their walnut and mahogany stains, but not as dark as the ebony stain. That's what I wanted: dark stain, but still able to see the wood grain. I also didn't want any red tint to the stain since the wood floors in that area of the house are more reddish-colored.
And here are the drawer results! They're both the same color; forgive the flash of the lower drawer.
The desk has a lot more work I need to do on it. The fact that a) we're moving and b) it's been POURING outside for the past week both have greatly inhibited my ability to work on this project. Now that we're at a semi-standstill on the moving (you can only pre-pack so much) and today seems sunny, maybe I'll hack away at the next step on this project.
The next step: The hutch. The hutch has a backing on it that is held in place with heavy-duty staples. My goal is to undo those staples and remove the entire back of the hutch. Not permanently; just to give me better access to sanding and staining the shelves and getting in those nooky corners.
Once everything is sanded and stained, the next job is to determine if a second coat of stain is needed. Then comes the polyurethane finish. I'm thinking that will wait until the desk is in the new house and in an area that won't be disturbed too much. I really don't want dust or fur or smudges on the finish.
Saturday, April 16, 2011
If we fall out of bed, we won't die.
I'm selling our couch.
Yes, our beloved couch that we were so happy to purchase just FIVE months ago. Sigh. But, we're buying a used set that is quite gorgeous (and goes better with the decor), so good-bye fair brown couch.
This also means that we will be sans a place to place our behinds.
So... I'm thinkin'.... down comes the bed from the loft.
It's quite tantalizing to think that we won't have to go up that damn ladder. And, if we fall out of bed, we won't, you know... die.
Speaking of which, would any of you rent out a home with a lofted bedroom with no guard rails? I suspect not. I wouldn't at least. There's an accident waiting to happen.
So yes. Hopefully soon (if this buyer buys it), out goes the couch, down comes the bed.
The dogs will be beside themselves. To say they "love" beds is a great understatement.
Thursday, April 14, 2011
How not to antagonize your tenants
We learned, shortly after moving in, that it was very much rumored that our landlords... lacked follow through. That's putting it nicely. All one really had to do was walk over to my neighbor's back yard, see where my neighbor himself (with no rent deduction) had removed a dilapidated, rotten deck (at landlord's request)... a space that has since become a veritable mud pit. Oh, and it's right next to their back door. And the house is covered in rather questionable patches.
And then there's our house. "Energy efficient" the ad boasted. We saw the topical things, the supposed-bamboo flooring and the front-loading washer and thought "oooooh." Oh, how sad we were, impressed by flashy objects.
Little did we realize that the bamboo was the cheapest possible shitty bamboo you could find. Bamboo that scratches so easily. And oh, the walkways to the house? MUD. Seriously. And there is no entry way at either entrance where you're on tile or anything. Nope. Straight on to the wood. There's no covered porch to leave shoes either. Our floors were doomed due to stupidity of home path construction.
And then there are the windows. So, landlords? Wood-framed, single pane windows are about as energy efficient as thick saran wrap. Actually, less so, since saran wrap would actually SEAL the windows, where as your contraptions have cracks that actually set our curtains fluttering because so much air gets in. And one wall heater per half house is a very inefficient way to heat.
And we shall not discuss our bathroom... half of which, we discovered, is on concrete pillars and so there is no insulation underneath and gets ass cold in the wintertime. And even the summertime if it's a semi-chill day. It may have taken you EIGHT months, but we do appreciate you fixing the heater in there. It's frequent that the heater kicks on at 50 degrees, even though that's technically the "off" setting. Yes, the bathroom is that cold. However, your wiring job and plumbing job in the rest of the bathroom (knowing that the wrong plumbing was used and knowing there are a mess of wires behind the light switch panel) means I spend as little time as possible in there.
And the kitchen. WHO has 4' high countertops? And while there is some decent shelving, my 5'8" self can only reach, barely, the edge of the second shelf (there are 4 shelves). And your drawers underneath the counters are so deep that things get lost and die and reborn down there. It is gross.
Let us not also discuss your utter and complete disregard for all things liability and also human decency. You're required, by our rental contract, to maintain the backyard. After not being able to use said back yard because of your lack of maintenance (logs.stumps.branches. trash, all hidden in high grass), we finally dragged so much shit out of that area and put it in a pile. Now we can use the backyard. Now you want US to drag that pile to a dumpster? NO. Your yard maintenance, as you've tried to tell me, is not limited to blackberries and mowing. You do shitty jobs at those things anyway. The rental contract says tree trimming and maintenance. NO further limitations. And no, I don't plan on hurting myself in the yard, but seriously. If I have someone over, I don't want to have to keep myself glued to their side to make sure they don't hurt themselves. My godson has already fallen tripping over shit you were supposed to pick up out of the yard and scratched his face all up. I don't need that happening again.
I'm ticked off at you and really have a half a mind to go after you for partial lost rent since my rent is the rate it is because I supposedly have use of a half acre back yard. That's with the rental contract in mind that YOU are supposed to maintain it. Last year? You mowed ONCE and then left all the grass rotting on the ground. Your yard maintenance guy sprayed one blackberry patch and left all the dead vines right there. He weed wacked the other patch and left most of the vines on the ground, which, for blackberries, is essentially causing a blackberry population explosion (since blackberry cut vines root).
There are so many small things in the house that we have had to fix ON OUR OWN DIME since your cheapness would potentially not have fixed larger things if we had also asked for smaller things. I mean, you are the people who argued with us over whether we had the right to request reimbursement for a $10 carbon monoxide detector, even though Oregon had JUST PASSED A LAW requiring carbon monoxide detectors in rental units. Oh, that's right, the law did not become active for another 6 months, which is why you were trying to cheapen out of paying $10.
I know the history. I know the front house a few years ago had a plumbing explosion which supposedly (if rumors are true) caused raw sewage to leak from floor 2 down to floor 1. I also know that our house is connected and there was a back up here, causing damage to all the floors in this house. But you know what? Shit happens when you own a home. Just because you had a financial hemorrhage a few years ago does not alleviate you of all responsibilities currently.
And you know what? The yard guy? He thinks that the stack of debris in the back yard is a liability too. And the maintenance guys? They may smile to your face, but behind it they are shaking their heads. They can't believe how cheap you are, and they can't believe you're making the decisions you're making. "It's going to cost him a fortune if he doesn't get this small problem now fixed," they tell me. "We won't be here when the house falls down," I tell them.
So. That's that. All the above and more make it very pleasant for me tomorrow when we turn in our 30-day notice.
And then there's our house. "Energy efficient" the ad boasted. We saw the topical things, the supposed-bamboo flooring and the front-loading washer and thought "oooooh." Oh, how sad we were, impressed by flashy objects.
Little did we realize that the bamboo was the cheapest possible shitty bamboo you could find. Bamboo that scratches so easily. And oh, the walkways to the house? MUD. Seriously. And there is no entry way at either entrance where you're on tile or anything. Nope. Straight on to the wood. There's no covered porch to leave shoes either. Our floors were doomed due to stupidity of home path construction.
And then there are the windows. So, landlords? Wood-framed, single pane windows are about as energy efficient as thick saran wrap. Actually, less so, since saran wrap would actually SEAL the windows, where as your contraptions have cracks that actually set our curtains fluttering because so much air gets in. And one wall heater per half house is a very inefficient way to heat.
And we shall not discuss our bathroom... half of which, we discovered, is on concrete pillars and so there is no insulation underneath and gets ass cold in the wintertime. And even the summertime if it's a semi-chill day. It may have taken you EIGHT months, but we do appreciate you fixing the heater in there. It's frequent that the heater kicks on at 50 degrees, even though that's technically the "off" setting. Yes, the bathroom is that cold. However, your wiring job and plumbing job in the rest of the bathroom (knowing that the wrong plumbing was used and knowing there are a mess of wires behind the light switch panel) means I spend as little time as possible in there.
And the kitchen. WHO has 4' high countertops? And while there is some decent shelving, my 5'8" self can only reach, barely, the edge of the second shelf (there are 4 shelves). And your drawers underneath the counters are so deep that things get lost and die and reborn down there. It is gross.
Let us not also discuss your utter and complete disregard for all things liability and also human decency. You're required, by our rental contract, to maintain the backyard. After not being able to use said back yard because of your lack of maintenance (logs.stumps.branches. trash, all hidden in high grass), we finally dragged so much shit out of that area and put it in a pile. Now we can use the backyard. Now you want US to drag that pile to a dumpster? NO. Your yard maintenance, as you've tried to tell me, is not limited to blackberries and mowing. You do shitty jobs at those things anyway. The rental contract says tree trimming and maintenance. NO further limitations. And no, I don't plan on hurting myself in the yard, but seriously. If I have someone over, I don't want to have to keep myself glued to their side to make sure they don't hurt themselves. My godson has already fallen tripping over shit you were supposed to pick up out of the yard and scratched his face all up. I don't need that happening again.
I'm ticked off at you and really have a half a mind to go after you for partial lost rent since my rent is the rate it is because I supposedly have use of a half acre back yard. That's with the rental contract in mind that YOU are supposed to maintain it. Last year? You mowed ONCE and then left all the grass rotting on the ground. Your yard maintenance guy sprayed one blackberry patch and left all the dead vines right there. He weed wacked the other patch and left most of the vines on the ground, which, for blackberries, is essentially causing a blackberry population explosion (since blackberry cut vines root).
There are so many small things in the house that we have had to fix ON OUR OWN DIME since your cheapness would potentially not have fixed larger things if we had also asked for smaller things. I mean, you are the people who argued with us over whether we had the right to request reimbursement for a $10 carbon monoxide detector, even though Oregon had JUST PASSED A LAW requiring carbon monoxide detectors in rental units. Oh, that's right, the law did not become active for another 6 months, which is why you were trying to cheapen out of paying $10.
I know the history. I know the front house a few years ago had a plumbing explosion which supposedly (if rumors are true) caused raw sewage to leak from floor 2 down to floor 1. I also know that our house is connected and there was a back up here, causing damage to all the floors in this house. But you know what? Shit happens when you own a home. Just because you had a financial hemorrhage a few years ago does not alleviate you of all responsibilities currently.
And you know what? The yard guy? He thinks that the stack of debris in the back yard is a liability too. And the maintenance guys? They may smile to your face, but behind it they are shaking their heads. They can't believe how cheap you are, and they can't believe you're making the decisions you're making. "It's going to cost him a fortune if he doesn't get this small problem now fixed," they tell me. "We won't be here when the house falls down," I tell them.
So. That's that. All the above and more make it very pleasant for me tomorrow when we turn in our 30-day notice.
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
Thanks, puppies.
Dear Pups,
Thank you for running around like such maniacs this morning. I appreciate your enthusiasm so early in the morning. Truly. Having to leap over squirming bundles of fur really helps me wake up.
Also, super kudos for managing to knock my internet modem charger off the power strip. Those 15 minutes I spent trying to figure out why my internet wasn't working were special.
Hugs and kisses,
Dogmom.
Thank you for running around like such maniacs this morning. I appreciate your enthusiasm so early in the morning. Truly. Having to leap over squirming bundles of fur really helps me wake up.
Also, super kudos for managing to knock my internet modem charger off the power strip. Those 15 minutes I spent trying to figure out why my internet wasn't working were special.
Hugs and kisses,
Dogmom.
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