All work and no play means we got $%^& done!

As I was on OB call this weekend, we were stuck around the house. My parents were in town to visit and play with Elizabeth, and not necessarily in that order. So Jeff and I got all sorts of yard stuff accomplished.

I spent nearly all weekend stripping paint off the front door. This seems a horrible way to spend a weekend, but it was strangely gratifying. There were at least 6 coats of paint on said door, and I'm sure I fried a few brain cells with the stripper, mineral spirits, and all that lead! But I finally got to participate in the home renovations. I never get to do the fun stuff, 'cause I'm so darned busy with everything else. So, despite the raw fingers, aching back, and singed nose hairs, (and a few chemical burns...), I had fun getting dirty.

Don't forget the two deliveries this weekend in the midst of messiness. Never a dull moment around here!

Jeff power washed. and Washed and Washed some more. Our fence looks brand new, and the deck is set for guests. The house theoretically will be presentable so we can have *gulp* 40-50 people over Friday night for a dinner. Maybe I should get the wine a few days early...my hair is standing on end already!

Note: When power washing the fence, never forget the Pink Flamingo. She needs a bath, too. This is, perhaps, NOT how I would have done it, but hell, it worked... (yes, we have an original Featherstone stamped pink flamingo, and we quite adore her)

Old Jeff-ful

The power washer makes a geiser as we take on more yard cleanup. On a whim last weekend, Jeff decided to take the power washer to the fence, mainly to see if it would fall over. What we discovered is that the mildewy, nasty fence is actually CEDAR! Thank goodness we didn't tear it down. (I think Jeff got into some poison ivy, but he just won't admit it...he says he's not allergic)

Friday night, Elizabeth and I went to Nightfall, a weekly summertime concert series here in Chattanooga, to hear some reggae. A band called Ogya, that includes our favorite WUTC DJ Tommy Cotter opened the evening. See a pic of me and Elizabeth (in the Ergobaby!!), and a clip from the show.

For our budding electricians

This post is dedicated to my dad, the real electrician, from my husband, the apprentice.

You CAN'T get 10 lbs of %^&* into a 2-gang box