sprinklings of purpleation...

A few months ago, the wife and I lost our fucking minds and bought a bigger house. Our current situation was becoming unbearable due to the size of the house and the size of our household coming to terms with their incompatibility. So in an effort to ease the tensions between the two, we found, fell in love with, and sold our souls to a beautiful 1950's 2-story on 2 tree-filled acres. Freaking awesome! Freakin' awesome is right, awesome in the scope of renovating we found ourselves going to be involved in. New paint, new genuine manufactured, processed, cured, blessed by the pope laminate hardwood flooring, some more new paint, and we are still not finished yet. Did I mention the 50 year-old windows that need to be replaced but are going to have to wait until we sell our current house? Oh, don't forget with that 50 year old window we have 50 year old outlets. Joy To The World and all that is good and grand and what-the-hell-ever-else! There are days I believe that somewhere along the line, I stepped off the road and right into a pile of crap.

However, those days are few and far between. I know deep down that this was the right decision for my wife and I to make. We were suffocating in our old house, it was too small and there was no way of making it better easily. Eventually all our work is going to pay off. We are getting closer to finishing the house and being able to move in. Granted the work will continue for awhile after we move in but we will be MOVED!