In our neverending quest to fix up the house, we often differ (me and J) on what project should get our attention next. We both agree, for once. It is the office. We already have the wall treatment which is a plaster kind of business with gold paint and glaze all over it. Jared did all that without my consent or permission, and while it's not really my style, I'm fine with it and am grateful for all of the work he put into it. Now we are setting out to build a desk. When I say "we" I mean Jared. My contribution is keeping all distractions out of his hair which is harder than it sounds. I'll post updates...which won't be hard since these things take us a long time. We are the Pabsts. We've never been accused of being timely.
Liz's Biz-nis
The Biz-nis of Life
Friday, January 15, 2010
The Office
In our neverending quest to fix up the house, we often differ (me and J) on what project should get our attention next. We both agree, for once. It is the office. We already have the wall treatment which is a plaster kind of business with gold paint and glaze all over it. Jared did all that without my consent or permission, and while it's not really my style, I'm fine with it and am grateful for all of the work he put into it. Now we are setting out to build a desk. When I say "we" I mean Jared. My contribution is keeping all distractions out of his hair which is harder than it sounds. I'll post updates...which won't be hard since these things take us a long time. We are the Pabsts. We've never been accused of being timely.
Thursday, January 14, 2010
To the Girl of the World
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
Guts and Glory
YES. That there is the back half of a rat. My loving cross-eyed cat displayed that business all over my driveway this afternoon. I know she does it to show affection but y'all know my issues with animals and well, varmint butts just ain't my love language.
Faith and Ethan ran a 5K on New Year's Eve at midnight. They were all into it, and trained together (if you call four runs, two of which ended in fights, training) and had a blast doing it. They both kinda caught the bug and want to run more races in the future. I was so proud of them. Harris stood on the sidelines, gripping his hot chocolate and repeating the phrase,"My hands are transforming into ice cubes!" about a hundred times. This was his version of cheering them on. His face in the below photo pretty much sums it up.
I really love those guys' guts! (Just thought I'd bring this post full circle.)
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Best Christmas Present
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