Garden beds stained, sealed, and filled!

A couple weeks ago, I posted about the garden beds being finished being built.


Well, this last Thursday/Friday/Saturday, we had an open window for weather. So, those beds all were stood upright (like an odd Stonehenge) and 3/4 stained... and then, the next day, they were flipped and the last 1/4 were stained.







The hens... um... "helped" with the drying process...


Two, guilty ones scurrying away from the scene...


I had four cubic yards of NICE dirt delivered on Friday afternoon. I figured we'd need more, but since this place normally over-delivers, I didn't want to get stuck with too much dirt and no where to put it.

Here are the first few beds....



And, shortly before dusk on Saturday, they were finished! All filled!


The back half (notice there's space in the back left for the compost bucket and water collection bin):


See? The wheelbarrow is where those items will go.



And, the front half.



I should also note that I arranged the beds in a way so that the back gate can still open halfway (that's as much as we needed). I had thoughts of rehanging the gate so it opened into the alley, but then I realized that since the alley slopes upward, the gate wouldn't be able to open well. DRAT. But, with some careful planning, we hardly lost any space. I think we'll even put a potting/seedling table where the gate opens. We can always move a table... moving a garden bed is a bit more difficult.

Public Service Announcement: YEARLY TESTING

GET IT DONE, ladies: An annual pap test.

Someone near and dear to me in my life just got diagnosed with cancer. More on why you should get tested frequently, after the fun graphic...

I promised her I'd do a post, and, wholeheartedly, here it is. She's post-60 years-old. The average guidelines say "every two years," and the older-than-60 guidelines say every three years (this is under the new Obama health plan too).

In the words of the woman I know: "If I had waited three years, I'd be a dead woman."

Ovarian, uterine, and other female reproductive tract cancers are not to be messed with. The Pap smear in my friend? Revealed ONLY ONE PROBLEMATIC CELL. ONE. But, that one cell prompted more tests. A good doctor prompted thoroughness.

And a life-saving diagnosis was made EARLY, the most important word one can have accompany the word "cancer."

Yes, it's not fun. AT ALL. But it could save your life.

YEARLY, people, YEARLY. ANNUAL. Your health isn't something to be messed with.

Please share with those around you. You could be passing on very important information.

Thank you all kindly for reading.

Right at a year ago...

Hard to believe that this was a year ago yesterday. Crazy! He's just a litttttle bit bigger, but he still has that same, goofy boy personality.


Can't imagine not having ya here, my big, galomping elephant. Maddie thinks the same thing.

Snowshoeing with the Puppy Dogs

We went up into the local mountains (about an hour away) today to go snowshoeing.

To say that driving in snow makes me nervous is an understatement... But Bob was a great driver, and we returned unscathed! Yes, even though the roads looked like this:

EEEK!

My nerves were not calmed when we put the snowchains on either. Both snapped off within a half hour. SIGH. Wasn't a fan of the type we had anyway, but that is not the way I like to have to get new chains. Also, running on a highway, in the snow, to go and get the fallen off chain and hoping no traffic comes while I'm out of the car (since there's not much of a shoulder)? NOT FUN. No traffic came both times, and I ran like the freakin' wind.

The puppydogs LOVED the snow. Bailey faceplanted frequently, but he also chose to bound into snowdrifts frequently, so this wasn't surprising. He had large, tennis-ball-sized chunks of snow attached to his tummyfur.

Maddie's pantaloons (the fur on her short little legs is quite impressive) were so covered in snow that she looked like she had huge, furry boots on. She moreso bodyplanted into snowdrifts because of the short legs, but then she bunnyhopped around and was just fine. Everyone was impressed with her spunk.

And then Bailey knocked the camera out of my hand and into a snowbank. SIGH. So, there are only a few photos and one, shaky video. Next time, next time.

The dogs slept the whole way home. Bob and I stopped for a bite on the drive back, and while we were inside, Maddie upgraded to the front seat. Sigh. Cold wet doggie behind on the two front seats. Luckily, we had stuff to throw on the front seats for the rest of the ride home.

Darkness.

I bought tulips yesterday to cheer up my kitchen.

Why? Here's why...

Here's what the tulips look like in the middle of the day with a flash on the camera:

And here's what happens, IN THE MIDDLE OF THE DAY, without a flash:

It's been a tad rainy and gloomy recently. Don't get me wrong: I live in the Pac NW and have accepted the weather. I usually like the weather too. But sometimes, a kitchen needs tulips (especially since they get to go in the awesome vase/pitcher from Omom and Odad).

In other, semi-related news, our house is not in a flood zone and our city is mostly in the clear, and so we are not at risk for the flooding that is happening nearby. It's not supposed to stop raining (at least, so says the 10-day forecast). We know people impacted and friends of friends impacted, so we're hoping everything turns out ok. More news here: Oregon flooding.

Our bedroom transformation

Late last May, less than a month after we moved in, we painted our bedroom. It was a change that made sense at the time, since at that time, we had a white bedframe and gray nightstands (then purple). The gray worked.

Since that time though, we upgraded to a beautiful, wood bedframe. We tried to convince ourselves that the gray worked (since we got the new bedframe barely a month after the walls went gray). And then, earlier this month, we found new, wood nighstands.

The nightstands pushed us over the edge to consider repainting the bedroom. We had some art in the room that just wasn't working well, and we could never find the right pens to make our quote wall work. And, while I loved our ampersand, Bob convinced me that we could always paint a new one again somewhere else.

And then, we found the perfect paint color: "New Penny" by Behr (Behr's colors always run darker and more vibrant than their online paint chips, so take that link with a grain of salt).

So, without further ado, here is the transformation. Results? We are in LOVE.

Before:


AFTER!!!



We're also thinking of putting two white shelves (the floating kind where you can't see brackets) to the left of the window to balance out the window. Thoughts? I tried to draw two white shelves in the below photo:


Before:


After:


Before:


After: Bye-bye ampersand, helloooo gorgeous art wall!



Before: Corner facing the backyard.


After:



Before:


After:


Close-up of nightstand before:



Nightstands after:



We are very pleased. We still have many to-dos though.

1) Figure out new curtains. The old ones darkened the room too much, so we're deciding between wood pull-up blinds and roman blinds.

2) Touch up paint. That always happens.

3) French closet door! Yes, really. It's down in the garage, cut to size, and half painted.

4) Drawer fix-up. I'd also like to look into putting better guides on the drawers.

5) Shelves or no shelves? We'll see

6) Bedside mats/rugs or not? I'd like to have something warm on the floor on either side, but we seem to always have animal issues (little snots!) with rugs.

But for now? We'll bask in the glow of our new (it feels like it!) room.

A tad more snow.

Still not the 5"-8" predicted, but it's a bit more than yesterday.

Certain cats prefer their blanket-covered boxed though.




Driveway and street are a little snowier.


Awfully pretty though.




Snow's a bit sparse in the backyard, but it'll do (better than yesterday's dusting).


Chicken coop roof holding 1/2"-1" of snow. Bonus points for the builder. And yes, it's now gray and red. More on that later.




Indoor cat giving thanks that he's an indoor cat (he also considers himself to be far too pretty to be an outdoor cat).



Turning pink in the distance...



Zoomed in as far as my camera will go: View of the coastal foothills covered in snow.


Sunshine on the snow.



The Escort in its native climate (it was initially from Ohio):


Bed swipe by the oh-so-pretty one.



And that is our morning. Snow outside, warm inside.

Mud. Mud mud MUD.

Remember that little bit of snow we got this morning? Well, the temps stayed in the mid-30s, but that was warm enough to melt the snow and turn the frozen earth into MUCK.

And, not only did we have our two dogs, but we were also watching Moto this weekend for a coworker. It was a bit icy out and dreary, so we didn't want to go anywhere (and transport wet dogs), so we let the dogs into the backyard to get out some energy and let them get filthified.

It turns out they are VERY VERY good at getting filthy.

Youtube video of our FILTHY kitchen and very, very, very, happy, dirty dogs (video upload on blogspot wasn't working):
Click here for the video.

You have no idea how long that kitchen floor took me to clean.

Here's Bath #1 for Bailey:

He actually got two baths because after his first one, he went back into the kitchen. The floors were so filthy (and he wasn't still 100% clean!) that he got dirty again. He had to go back for bath #2 after I cleaned the kitchen (till then he was made to sit on a small towel), and that bath he got SCRUBBED. He now smells like coconut and is prancing around like a pretty princess.

Moto didn't need scrubbing. Hurray for short fur.

And, Maddie got a bath too. Ever think Corgis don't get dirty easily? Check out all the mud that little undercoat holds:

You have to admire how stoic she is. Fine, do your worst. Just try.

I've cleaned the bathroom floor, but I dread that tub. And to think... it was just cleaned two days ago. Sigh.

Possible house color

I found this photo today. Both Bob and I love the color. We've been swaying between blue and green. Blue has the potential to look badly easily (or really great, but there's the bad potential), and there's already a lot of slateish color in our yard with the rock front tiers. This is gorgeous, though you have to envision it with a cedar front door.


This is a good photo of our house to compare (though take away those trees in the backyard-- they're not there anymore-- and all our front yard plants are a bit bigger).


Thoughts? I really like it.

Better than nothing, I suppose...

A mere dusting of snow. A little more is supposed to come, but it's definitely not the 2ish inches I was hoping to wake up to this morning.


Oh well.