Allen & Lori Lefler – 2006-2009
Brian C. & Leslee A. Watts - 1998-2006
James Perry Riner & Jacqueline Ray Riner- 1994-1998
James R. Hodges- *1965 - 1994
My sister surprised me this year by suggesting one large celebration for everyone, a surprise party that she and I could throw. So we decided to separate it into parts to make things fair- she and her girlfriend will be handling the Dinner Menu and the Games, and my husband and I will handle the Decorations, Drinks and Dessert. I decided to go for a theme my mother would love, since she hasn’t ever had a surprise birthday party.
So, I set to work and here’s my visual shopping list. Yes. I do plan on making a monster cake. Scary I know.
This past weekend we went out to dinner with my husband’s friend from work and his wife, who is pregnant with their first child. We decided to go to “The Front Porch” which is a 2 story house built in 1898 that has since been converted into a restaurant. The food there is … amazing to say the least. We had a wonderful evening visiting with them, and I couldn’t remember a time when I was more comfortable with another couple. It was a lovely evening.
This past weekend I discovered a small museum hidden in our down town district, that supposedly houses a decent variety of historic photo archives from our town. Unfortunately they are only open on Saturday’s from 1-4, so I will have to wait until next weekend. Imagine if I could find actual photos of my home from its hay-day. I don’t know how I could have over looked such a place, but I am thrilled at the prospect of spending a few hours looking through old photos – even if I don’t find anything, it will still be nice looking. This is the first place I have considered looking for anything regarding the history of my house. Has anyone else had luck anywhere online or perhaps in the city hall office? Where’s a good place to start?
As far as the job search goes, I have been applying like crazy. This morning alone I applied for 10 jobs. There really isn’t any thing out there- so I am already coming to terms with an inescapable pay cut. I am however really gunning for a local job with a print company- I have no real idea why I want this job so badly- but its been speaking to me all weekend, I really hope I get it. Plus I would save 60$ a week in gas not having to commute to
After I got into work I got started on my filing wanting to get it done and out of the way. I was so startled when two of the top drawers flew open causing the entire file cabinet to become top heavy and fall over. I managed to get out of the way in just enough time to not be crushed, but my arm got pretty crapped up. It didn’t really occur to me how much I could have gotten hurt until I saw that it took 3 full grown men to lift it back up. It makes me nervous to see what the rest of my day is going to be like! So far so good though.
This weekend is going to be super busy, and chaotic. I can feel it. A friend of mine at work brought me a Halloween Magazine and was showing me some ideas they had in there for their masquerade themed party. Oooh. It was exciting- I can’t help but love a good party! Lots to do- and I know I won’t get it all done, but I’m hoping to get a decent chunk knocked out.
Last night was an adventure in itself, we have these geckos that like to climb on the window screens at night, which in turn makes my cats absolutely nuts. Despite the fact that they can’t reach them through the glass they will knock everything over in their attempts to get them. Last night I lost 2 of my potted plants to the chaos- which sent me on a kitchen cleaning spree, which turned into a Kitchen, dining room, living room and theater room cleaning spree.
I herd someone say once that if you tell a man to clean the bathroom, he will the bathroom cleaned in an hour. If you tell a woman to clean the bathroom, she will have the whole house cleaned in two. That really is true with me, Because I like to take and put things back where they came from then I stop in that room and fix something on the way and then get sidetracked about 50 times cleaning something in another room. Until, viola the whole house is cleaned.
I herd on the radio this morning that next week will be our first ‘cool’ font! Eek. Fall is most certainly here, each morning gets a little darker, and the fog gets a little thicker. Foggy mornings are my absolute favorite!
So, needless to say I still have half the house to clean, I want to finish some projects up, do some party planning, do some shopping, some reading, and probably start a new project. When its put that way it sounds simple, but its more running around then I’m looking forward to. Oh well. And I do apologize for this being such an unorganized post. Here goes nothing…
This is the picture I was using as inspiration- slowly I have been collecting wicker furniture for this room. Really the only change I’m adding would be a wall of books.
Which is part of the delimma; I cant decide if I want to build myself- a nice pair of floor to ceiling form fitting shelves. Or if I want to buy the pre-made six foot tall shelves and add trim and shelf liner to the backs of them. What do you guys think will look better? I will post some pictures of this room tonight so I can see what you think. –V
At this point I’m not even sure what I can classify today as. A few choice words come to mind, but I am fairly certain they would, to coin a phrase 'make a sailor blush'. I spent the good part of this morning- about four hours- trying to clear my friend’s computer of a virus. When I finally used up my well of computer knowledge on it, I resigned myself back to my own office totally frustrated. Only to find out that it was not a virus at all, it was a ‘worm’ that had managed to infect our entire network and out of all 15 computers here, it chose to infect mine as well. After another 2 hours of anti-malware and scans and quarantines my computer was back to normal, and I was ready for a low-grade beaver tranquilizer.
As a result, I was so wound up that I couldn’t put my finger on what exactly was wrong anymore- what was bothering me. I felt entirely weighed down by some unknown source of discontent. The best way to describe it is like a feeling of being hungry but not knowing what to eat.
My boss would choose this moment to sit down and have a talk with me. I can’t honestly say I’m surprised- I knew it was coming, the work load lately had been narrowing for everyone and things were just quieting down. So it looks like my last day here will be on the 16th of October. *big sigh*
So here I am. Just counting the seconds until the weekend, because I know once I’m in my happy little house, surrounded by everything I love so much- I know things will fall into perspective and start looking better already.
We really need to get that handrail up, I’ve considered pre-building it indoors and then just running out in the middle of rain to install it. Which I’m sure sounds like a good idea in theory, but the steps are cast cement and I have a really bad feeling that it’s going to be a bugger to install. Well that and the whole ‘lightning’ thing.
So that’s my goal. The handrail will be installed before the end of the day. Sometimes, these things really just need to be written down- so you’re forced to do them.
Since it looks like it’s going to be raining all this weekend- I’m trying to plan some indoor projects that will keep me busy. I think I’m going to go with the plant shelves I’ve wanted to install in my kitchen for sometime now. The added space will allow me to put some herbs in small pots so I don’t have to run out to the garden every time I need something. Not to mention it solves my problem of curtains- I hate kitchen curtains. I don’t know what it is about them, I just loath curtains in the kitchen.
Anyways, Here’s what I will be going for. Who else is already planning away their weekend- I probably have a mild form of OCD considering how much I plan things out.
In other news, - or really a lack there of- I got up last night to get a glass of water and prodded down stairs sleepy eyed and wanting nothing more to go back to the comfort of my own bed. If it hadn't been for that age old habit of a midnight glass of water I likely would have. So as I’m rounding the corner I notice my two twin orange cats had their faces firmly pressed to the glass of the front door, their tails swishing in that impatient way cats have when they see something beyond their reach. Of course my initial thought is someone is wandering through my yard, which gets my blood pumping and I am immediately awake with adrenaline.
So there I am standing there in my PJ’s half ready to run back upstairs trying to peer into our pitch black porch (were in the process of rewiring the new coach lights I bought!). When I finally notice the outline of a small orange cat just on the other side of the door, of course when he saw me he took off running. I couldn't help but feel like I stepped into a bizarre cat world Romeo & Juliet or something. I ended up just going back upstairs and collapsing back into sleep- wondering if I had dreamed the entire thing. The only resounding answer that came to mind was a line my mother had said to me when I was caught sneaking out as a kid, ‘nothing good happens after midnight’.
I was reviewing my last entry and I realized how entirely whiney it sounded which truly was not my intent; I was more so indifferent when I initially wrote it. In lieu of wanting to improve the tempo I figured I should finally get around to telling my story of our resident ghost.
Generally speaking, I truly didn’t used to believe in ghosts until my husband and I went on a vacation 2 years ago to St. Augustine which just so happens to be the oldest city in the US. Needless to say we ended up having our own personal experience that made me the believer you see before you today. And I really can’t lie; this was another selling point for me when we found our home. I truly can’t help but be excited at the prospect of being another person wound into the intricate history of our little 1900’s home.
So, I couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed during the first month of us occupying our new/old home that there was no activity what so ever. A friend of mine came over one evening for a tour of our home and insisted to me that ‘they’ were waiting for me to get settled in before they made an appearance. I can recall shrugging it off highly disregarding the comment since nothing had happened thus far.
As things would go, that was the first night the guestroom door started opening on its own. Okay, Now I will be the first to admit that I occasionally watch Ghost Hunters on SCIFI so I didn’t start freaking out just yet. I had noted some small settlement cracks in the room below- and since this wing of the house was the only addition I figured the house had settled somewhat heavier on one side causing the door to come ajar on its own, especially if someone had opened a door downstairs.
So for the next few days I ignored the door, closing it each time I found it opened. After a week or so, I came home after a particularly rough day wanting nothing more then to sit down with a good book and a cat in my lap and read until my husband came home. As I scrounged the house shimmying under every piece of furniture in search of one of the three cats we own, only to come up empty handed. I don’t recall why I thought to check the upstairs guestroom, but sure enough all three of the cats were passed out on the bed despite the door being closed tightly shut.
It was at this point I started to get curious. For the following three days before leaving for work I would check the room before wedging a sock in the door to insure that without a shoulder thrust into the doorjamb those cats weren’t getting in unassisted. Sure enough every afternoon when I came home the sock would be placed delicately over the door handle, the door shut and all three cats some how inside the room.
For a short time things quieted down and retained there somewhat normal pace. A friend of ours came for a visit one evening and before leaving ran upstairs to use the facilities before coming down stairs to be walked out. I decided to head upstairs myself to get ready for bed and was a little startled to see the door to the guest room was wide open, the sock which had been wedged in the door had been flung across the room, the closet door was wide open and the wicker chest at the foot of the bed had been moved askew about a foot from its original place.
I typically don’t make a habit of talking to people or things that aren’t there, but that night I made an exception. I just asked that who ever stop locking the cats up and making a mess of things, and in return they could stay so long as they didn’t make a nuisance of them selves. It felt entirely ridiculous talking to nothing, but I felt a lot better with it all being said- out in the open so to speak.
Since then, the pets haven’t been locked up, the room has stayed in its original state- apart from the door occasionally opening. Everything seems as it should be and I truly don’t mind who ever it is being there. I am however dying to know exactly who it is- I was given no information about past owners whatsoever. If- and I know it’s a stretch, if anyone has gotten any history on my house- even knows how I could go about searching for this information it would be greatly appreciated.
In the meantime I will try to keep you updated on how she- I’m pretty sure it’s a she- is doing. Although I think we have come to an understanding with each other.
Of course as Murphy’s Law would have it, a snake would appear the day that I’m doing yard work, we stayed cautiously away from each other, and while I am … 90% sure he wasn’t poisonous… I was still totally paranoid the entire time. So with the yard mowed, and my sticks burned I decided to clean up the messy back porch. I really should have taken some before and after pictures. It was so loaded down with crap.
We actually went through 3 lawn mowers in the last… 3 months before I got a used one that has yet to… dare I say it? I don’t think I will tempt fate. So, I trashed and moved and re-organized the back porch, and it looks a lot better. My fingers are still itching to tear down the crappy lattice that’s on half of the carport, the other half of me is scared to see what’s under it.
So as I was finishing dragging all of this crap into the carriage house, I was totally horrified when I noticed a softball sized hornets nest forming on the garage door. Serves me right for not using the place as often as I should. So I scooted out of there in search of my car keys so I could buy some bug spray.
Driving to the store I was day dreaming about installing some direly needed shrubs and hedges in the front yard this weekend- simultaneously my husband called me to let me know he thought we should do some landscaping this weekend out front, so it was settled.
Yes, another project to add to the list.
So, I drew up a plan for the front yard. Super easy installation, just tedious and lots of running around to get everything we need. Everything will be mulched in, weed blocked and trimmed… I might even mulch in around my front walkway since I’m getting tired of edging that beast every weekend. My herb garden is already planted and has been doing really well- I'm even considering buying some invasive vine like jasmine or something to help cover up the ugly chain link fence. The only thing I’m debating about is what I should edge with? I like this brick edging, and it would likley only be around the herb garden.
Anyways. Less talk more plans.
This weekend was not one of those times.
I had been dreading that camping trip for weeks. There is a reason why I am known as the ‘planner’ of our family. The details of this trip (ie. Location, time, what to bring) weren’t disclosed to me until the day before- and even then they were wrong.
It was as the sun beat down on me (beat is a good word), that I started chanting to myself ‘they did it with the best intentions’. There really couldn’t be any other excuse for hosting a camping trip in 101 degrees. I don’t think I could have been anymore miserable. We left a day early- my husband and I with heat exhaustion and of course me with a new colored complexion, nearing that to Rudolph’s nose.
I spent all day Sunday recovering and having my poor husband lather Aloe Vera on me. I will say one good thing did come out of our camping trip. I discovered that my dog can be a semi obedient canine. He probably had more fun then my husband and I put together. (which isn’t saying much.) But it was funny to see him dominating the A/C flow in the car on the way home- the heat was too much even for a hound dog.
Here’s some pictures I took in spite of myself.
Back to my Halloween obsession…
Monday morning I woke up early and went to Lowes to pick up some foam insulation.
I have been dying to get this Halloween project started since I first saw it online. Of course it would be like a 4 step process, so my house is in utter shambles but I am so excited to see these done that it really doesn’t matter at the moment.
I bought 2 huge sheets of this foam stuff, and got to work. After I had created two regular sized tombstones, I decided to get a little crazy and make a huge sign which I will hang above my front porch to greet people when they are coming up the drive for our party. Heres the process and finished product of my huge banner sign- the entire thing took me four hours and if I had to do it again I probably wouldn’t. But it is my favorite, for now anyways.
Additionally I finished my Cemetery sign as well.
And a few of the other ones I’m working on. I figured I would do as many of them as I could finish before the state of my house takes its toll on me.
My Save the dates (Pictured Right) came in last week so I sent them all out. And I finished designing my invitations (Pictured Left) for the party which will come in a black envelope and stamped with a red wax seal. All of the lettering on the invitations matches the Welcome Banner I made. I’m so over the top when it comes to details that it’s ridiculous.
Im sure I will post more. Last week I was a total slacker. Happy Writing.