Our kiddos all came and I can't tell you how happy it makes me to hear them giggle and having fun together. Mind you, they ARE Dicky's kids, too. (I added the "too" because someone once heard me refer to them as "Dicky's kids" and immediatly shot her vote right in to the Vatican to have me nominated for sainthood, raising such hoodlums that weren't even mine!)
Youngest child, Chase, with his new fire jacket (I forget the correct name of it), and Bailey with GPoppy feeling little Halle kicking. I love my kids!
To explain, to those who may not know Dicky, or my kids, well....actually, you've got to know Dicky for it to make sense. And if you know Dicky, then you know what I mean by raising HIS kids. Very...........colorful. Yeah...that's a good word for it. Colorful! You never know what the angels are going to say or do. What topics may be discussed. Bailey thinks she's a gansta. Ever seen a pregnant gangsta? Chase...well, he is quite the intentional redneck. I don't know how MY kids, that I birthed from my very own, made-for-birthing-hips, took after their daddy so much. I just don't understand. I'm so calm and mild mannered. Well, at least they married people that would take my side once in a while. (even if one of them thinks the my favorite hair band from the 80's is Dep Lefford! LOL)
I do love my kiddos, but this is how I feel after any holiday.
Well, sometimes it's a Santa suit, or a turkey hat, but you know what I mean.
This is supposed to be about the camper, I know. Sorry. I get a little sidetracked sometimes. (The "(parentheses)" are the devil. I use them a lot, have you noticed? I think my brain just tries to think about too many things at once sometimes and I don't want to forget to say what I need to say. Or maybe I need to explain something a little more in detail and I'm afraid if I wait until another sentence, I'll forget what I wanted to clarify. Then the moment will have passed and I'll have to start over with a whole new paragraph.) (Make sense?)
Ok, so, what's going on with my little glamper camper?
I got some of the drawer and cabinet knobs on. Why just some, you ask, and not all? Well, it's like this. I am a project-a-holic. I do finish what I start, but I don't always finish what I start before I start something else. My brain cannot focus on one thing at a time, because when I'm working on one thing, something always triggers a "HEY...you know what else might be neat?" thought.
Oh, wait...my drawer knobs, right. Well, being the Obsessive Compulsive Crafter that I am, I bring in just a few Hobby Lobby bags pretty much every time I come in from Lubbock. Well, I can't seem to find the bag that holds the rest of my knobs. I sure hope I didn't toss them.
Anyway, here's what they look like...
ANNNDDD!! Exciting news!! I have windows! Technically I have only three windows. And sort of actually, technically, I have only two, because I'm going to have to redo one. So I sort of have TWO windows!! Exciting still, right?!
And the hardest one is finished. The one in the door. OMGoodness it was baaaaddddd. Old dirty silicone, over dried up hard gasket (bet you didn't think I knew what window gasket was, didn't ya?), and a very aged, yellow, with bad paint, and some other kind of dried up caulking glass.
I don't have a good one from the outside, but the inside was pretty bad, too.
Hope you can tell from the picture.
Well, Dicky (you know, the big, bad, strong man of the house, the muscles, the brains of all things manly and fixable) cut the windows for me. I skippy doodled on out to see what needed to be done to get them in, and he comes along and takes charge, like all men think they need to do. (Oh dear me! Please come help my delicate little self put in these big, scary windows!)
I'm going to assume, for the sake of assuming that you all know what word I'm talking about when I say "the f-word." (flibberty-gibbit, right.) Well, after numerous attempts to get the gasket to stay in so the window could be put in, and a relatively short period of time, the flibberty-gibbit started flying from his lips rather freely. At one point he yanks the gasket from the window frame like an angry Zorro would snap his whip. Yes, flibbery-gibbiting quite profusely all the while.
So I say, in the delicate, feminine, submissive way that I always address my dear husband, "Gimme that! Look...this is how you do it!"
Surprisingly, he didn't argue. He did, however, make a statement that my idea "doesn't have a snowball's chance in hell" of working.
"What's it going to hurt to try?" I asked. We had certainly depleted all his ideas.
So, (I use the word "so" a lot, don't I?) we did it my way. And guess what? No, really, guess!
Looks like dirt, but it's really the vines reflecting off the back fence. It's really shiny and clear!
Nuff said, I think. Don't you? Well, maybe an "I told you so" should be thrown in. With just a pinch of "next time you should listen to me to begin with" sprinkled on top.
The only thing better than the satisfaction of doing it yourself? Successfully doing it YOUR way, AFTER your husband's way doesn't work! I love you, Babe! And there's no way I could make burgers nearly as good as the ones you cooked today!
What else...We put in the fridge! OH MY! That just kicked up my glamper excitement about five notches! No electricity, but man does it look spiffy!
Ok, so maybe you can't really tell from the picture, but come by and see for yourself!
Also, I've made a shutter shelf. it isn't hung yet, but it's going to be the bees knees! Picture next week.
I found a whole ton of shutters at the Goodwill Pound Store last week! I didn't know there was such a place, but we happened to drive by and saw it. Almost everything in there is sold by the pound. It's really kind of cool, but in a bit of a nasty kind of way. I don't think I would have dug through the boxes without gloves, which most people had on, but I'm sure there are some really great finds!
I also got the cutest little 1950's metal toy cap gun for 11cents! (I don't know how to make the cents sign without looking up the alt-code. What a pain! Just give us back the cents key, already.) I looked it up on the internet and it's worth about $25-35. (the gun, not the cents key) I think I'll keep it. You never know when you might need a cool little vintage cap gun. I used mine this morning actually. Shot the whole bunch of them after breakfast this morning, for making fun of me. They acted like it didn't bother them, but they certainly straightened their asses up! (Well, piss! There's that pesky ass word again! I told you last week that was going to become a habit.)(Piss, IS NOT a cuss word, by the way. It's just a gross term like fart or poot. At least it's not flibberty-gibbit! I'd never use that word!)
OK, well, I've messed around and missed my show, so now I'll have to go hit up Tivo. One last Easter funny before I go. I think it's appropriate since I've done a lot of painting here of late.
Have a blessed, productive, crafty week! Toodle-loosies!
OMG Shellee!! I absolutely love this!! Keep up the bloggin'!!! I am dying laughing right now!! I can not breaf!! =)
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