walker and cooking...

we had some amigos over for dinner a few weeks back. i told everyone to come over at 5:30 because i wanted to get to bed early (getting old is the best).  one thing lead to another and before we knew it, it was 2 mother effing 30 in the morning. 2:30!  i haven't stayed up that late on purpose since 2004. they had literally been at our house for 10 hours.  we know how to entertain people. 

tip for amateurs:  make sure your water to wine ratio is even

and invite jessi.

the title of this post might have fooled you, because the walk man didn't cook.  he did what he usually does: worked on the house or at work all day, showed up 20 min before guests arrived, showered, downed a bud light and then greeted everyone like a hero.  meanwhile i have been up prepping, chopping,  going to 4 different stores, forgetting the bread twice, cleaning up the mess i made, stressing because the sauce i labored over tasting like nothing.  Nothing!...  so i told him i wanted him to do a meal from start to finish.  the last meal he made was grilled cheese and tomato soup (from a can).  he managed to use ALL of our pots and pans.  and the bread was burnt black yet he managed to keep the cheese unmelted.  #talent.

(my prep for our oscar meal.  huge deal)

now don't get me wrong jerry.  i don't complain about cooking or cleaning or doing the laundry because walker does everything else.  if he is not doing a specific house project, he is fixing a toilet, painting something, building something, sanding something, putting an outlet in,  removing an outlet, cleaning the gutters, doing yard work...  last weekend the weather was miserable (think downpoor with a mixture of wet snow) and he decided this was the day to take down some trees and get rid of all the yard debri.  it was almost frightening.  he was soaking wet and had a crazed look in his eyes.  i didn't even do the obligatory "do you need any help?" (even though i know he will say no)  because i was scared, scared of what i might find buried out there.

anyhoo, back to walker cooking.  he is going to cook this weekend. the meal - he choose a winter salad, jambalaya (what the?) and individual berry cobblers.  AND to top it all off, because he likes the pressure (or pain) he told my parents to come over.  my dad = master chef.  my mom = relentless.  she won't hold back her opinions and her food palate must be made of diamonds*.  she is like anthony bourdain on steroids.  oh - did i say relentless?  she already called and asked if we have pizza as a back up.... she was half joking, but she still said it.  i wish i kidding.

stay tuned.

* not blood diamonds. c'mon people, she isn't inhumane.

king henry the fifth

is coming to our home this weekend.  yes. we are getting a KING size bed.  I have heard wonderful stories about how one of these things can save a marriage.  not that ours needs to be saved (insert uncomfortable laugh here).

i am not a cuddler.  i wish i was.  i love the idea and when i see it happen in movies i really want to make it happen, but when the act of cuddling actually starts to occur, i fake an injury.  two reasons: temperature and twitching. i get HOT at night, not normal hot, like sweating uncomfortable disgusting hot.  i think i lose water weight every night - if the room is not an icebox, fuggedabout a good nights sleep. reason dose: twitcher. i have mentioned this before, but walker is a twitcher.  this also makes the act of cuddling hard.  he can fall asleep in t minus two seconds and during the REM stage the twitching is the worst.  and sometimes violent.  the other night he punched me in his sleep.  and said the next morning "bubs, it was so scary someone was trying to attack you..." he has those dreams a lot - a therapist would have a field day with him. #heiseffedup.

now the question is.  to platform or not to platform.  i know i wrote a post like a year ago that you guys all probably read like a billion times about my struggle with our platform bed - mainly the torturous act of changing the sheets (and after disclosing that i am a sweaty sleeper i am sure you are really grossed out). now that it's gone, i am having second thoughts. i am a gemini to a t.  can't make up my effing mind.  i annoy myself sometimes. i don't want a bed skirt anymore.  but i don't want to be low to the ground because i got a really amazing mirrored side table that is high. is there even a solution to something like this? writing it down makes me realize, like how bad my problems with this bedroom really are.  white.people.problems.

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i don't know what 'look' i am going for. think victorian, white, wood, native american, simple with clutter, log cabiny, shabby sheek, your face... if i pull this off i am a design genius because all of those words together give walker the architect the hives. whatevs, like brad and angelina it will all come together and look great!

living in the woods...

is a different ball game.  i love looking outside and seeing the trees and the water and the twilight esk view (i see you edward).... i don't love the nastiness that live in the dark corners below.  i am talking mice, possums, raccoons.  call me a sissy a wussy or that word that starts with a p.  i don't care. they give me the heebee geebees. bugs i can do - rodents i can't.  on day one we paid terminex and ungodly amount of money to get rid of these creatures.

because our house was vacant for a few months before we moved in, walker kept saying we were still bound to run into something. like that made it ok.  well it happened.  all of our vents were open because the covers have to be custom (i am so sick of saying that) made and were not yet complete.  we were sleeping soundly until 1am we heard a loud scratching noise coming from the bathroom.  one of the reasons i love walker is he is the ultimate dood. he reminds my brother of liam neeson punching a wolf in that new movie of his.  he jumped up (a bit disoriented) and went over to check out the situation.  then he said oh sh*t, give me something big!  there was a possum or rat trying to claw its way up the metal vent into our room. i panicked and handed him a decorative throw pillow.   he ignored me and quickly covered the vent with a stack of large books and did the same throughout the house.  i had a mini stroke.  he had been away the night before on bizness and all i kept thinking was, what if i was alone.  i don't think i would have done that, i probably would have ran outside, locked myself out in my pj's and watched in the rain as the thing took over my house. slept in my bed! or i would have rabies.

i tried to google a picture of a rat or possum, but i got sick to my stomach.  instead, please look at boo - the worlds cutest dog.

goodness

 

we have temporarily fixed the problem, but the thought still haunts me.  i apologize to my future children.  no you can not have a hamster, no you can not have a gerbil, no you can not have a cat. 

house update

- we ordered LED canned lights.  so did everyone else, they are on back order until the end of january.
- i can sweep three times a day and make it look worse. 
-to follow up on the last statement, i hear the phrase; "promise bubs, this is the last time i need to drill or sand"  a lot.
- walker can't stick with a project now because until the next big one, he considers them all boring.  i consider them necessary, like doors.
- the oven cooks hot.  like you care but i have to lower temp 50 degrees and take everything out 10 min early.  it's the original oven, a gaggenue, which according to my dad was the bomb in the 70's.  not bomb now dad.
- not having a garbage disposal or dishwasher made me not want to cook.
- i missed cooking.  i found myself on food blogs and looking for new recipes all the time. first official recipe - pasta with a tomato cream sauce and a poppy seed cake.  #letsgetfat
- i have so much more space in the kitchen it is redic. 
- if i say i want an outlet here, walker jumps.
- we finally got HD.  more because my brother made fun of us for not paying for it when we have an HD TV.  he was kind of mean about it. the jokes were justified, HD is like a gift for our eyeballs.
- adding the extremely large kitchen island actually made space look bigger.
- the kitchen layout is everything i ever wanted.  lots of storage, mucho counter space and OPEN. i am gonna entertain like martha stewart pre insider trading snafu - unless someone gives me a good tip. #letsbehonest
- our furniture looks like doll house furniture because of the space. 
- we don't get into heat arguments as much because this house has insulation. #walkerlikesithot
- the view is amazeballs. 

-i love it. and i love hashtags.

these pix are old.  we actually have the sink and range in.  counter tops are temporary because walker wants hand chiseled marble from a country that doesn't even exist. the corner window and door will eventually be replaced too.  as well as the fridge and oven and we still need more cabinets.  oh and an entire deck and a new roof.  the bathrooms and laundry room haven't been touched and really look like sh*t.  this is so fun.  i am so glad we are millionaires- if we weren't this never ending list would really stress me out.

killing it right now

lana del rey is...

i want her voice, her hair, her lips, her eyeliner, her face. (blue jeans and born to die are good too)

lana and bon iver and gotye and florence + the machine are all on repeat right now all the time.  even when i run, which is weird because they are all super slow (with the exception of miss welch).  just shake it out, ok?

New Year

Happy 2012 to you and you and you and you and you

we rang in the new year with some friends.  it was fun.  we almost called last minute and bailed because our couch felt so good against our rears. but we rallied.  we put on lipstick and hoop earrings and we socialized. 

handsome

 new years resolution?  didn't really make one, more of a constant goal setting kind of girl myself.   i love lists!  walker's was about his career and houses and design.  that guy really says the sweetest things to me sometimes ;)  here are some pre move in photos.

sub floor didn't take long to put in at all...

hey hardwoods - i see you

and then he covered them up.

we enjoyed the nice gleaming hardwoods for about two seconds before walker covered them up.  why?  because he is the most anal person ever and just in case the movers wore cleats.  kids are going to be a rude awakening for mr. t.  we didn't take any photos right after we stained the floors and painted the walls/ceiling before we moved in - which is a shame, because the floors against the fresh paint was impressive.  i dreaded the painting of the walls, because i can help and walker actually approves of my work... which means 10 hour days of p.a.i.n.t.i.n.g. hell.  some friends helped, which was awesome and really saved us a lot of time.  we got into some deep discussions while inhaling sherwin williams bright white.  like why didn't mommy love me deep and is it appropriate for girls to wear hats at dinner? 

yes, yes it is...

merry chris...

a day late. i know.  but i hope you six people who read this had a great holiday.  we stayed home (oreeegon) and my folks spoiled us like crazy as usual.  so so so thankful for them, they truly are the cats pajamas. i drank too much wine (weird), my sister brought her dog home, we got gifts from santa (aka lynn long island), we wedding planned (for em and i took notes for my second wedding when walk and i are donzo),  we went to the aughenbaughs, we (dan) got diarrhea for the 3rd year in a row from the crab and shrimp on xmas eve, we ate perfect prime rib and greens, we laughed at dan, we cried (just walker), we watched the girl with the dragon tattoo (awesomely close to the book plus d craig is a babe), we did puzzles (just me), we continued to work on the house... perfect weekend.

soon to be loftons...

christmas time

mama

daniel is amused.. missing his woman.

this is walkers "kissing" face

 

happy holidays kids.