so long, farewell, auf wiedersehen, goodbye

I've been super-inspired lately. I've installed shelving in a closet, refinished a trunk and a stool, reno'd a dresser into a bench and gave another dresser a facelift. And replaced a whole swack of lights (okay, okay, that one I delegated to the hubby). Pictures will come when I get all my belongings back into place.

I got the bug because my good friend, Nancy, spent that last weeks of summer spiffing up her house to put on the market. Here it is, check it out if you're looking for a house in Brooks. The problem is, for the last 4 years Nancy has been my go-to girl for all things handy and now I've lost her. At first I panicked - "how will I get this shelving cut to size now?!?" and "how do I know that I'm not doing this the completely wrongest way ever?!?". But I bucked up. It's required some nerve and alot of tools, like levels and drills and saws. And it's been SO much fun.

Thank you Nancy - in this and so many other ways you've inspired me to live a more courageous life.

thirty, flirty and thriving...

I was born at 12:06, lunchtime, on May 1st, 1982. Today is my first full day of being 30. I'm calling it first - the best decade of my life so far, starts now. Watch this world - it's gonna be something!

parenting blunders

Last week Josh asked me when he would be old enough to go by himself to the bridge over Marshall Drain that runs behind the houses on the main road outside of our cul-de-sac. I told him that he wasn't old enough yet, but that by the time he learned how to ride a two-wheeler (probably by the end of the summer, I figured) he would be.

Do not underestimate the capacity of a bridge, a back alley and a some mucky water to motivate a 6-year-old to teach himself to ride a bike.