Designing My Mudroom

For more than a year, McDaddy and I have been making plans to turn our fifth bedroom into a mudroom. The room is off of the garage, but when we moved into our home, there was no door connecting the room to the garage because apparently the people who owned the house before us were crazy people who didn’t feel a need for the garage to be accessible from inside the house.

It took about fourteen minutes after closing on our home for McDaddy to decide that the first project up in here would be to cut a hole in the basement wall and put a door in.

And that’s precisely what he did.

So, the fifth bedroom – as it was listed on the house description – became a fifth bedroom with garage access. In addition to the room being more useful (because now McDaddy could get to the basement bathroom from the garage) the room became a catch-all because aside from walking through the room from the garage, we rarely spent any amount time in there.

Then, I started spending time on Pinterest.

And I saw all these beautiful mudrooms.

And the proverbial wheels started turning.

And like I do every time I get a wild hair up my you-know-what I began my mudroom campaign talking to McDaddy about turning the big, handy room off of the garage into a mudroom.

I started a Pinterest board called Designing My Mudroom and I started pinning like a crazy person.

Have I mentioned how much I love Pinterest?

Soon after that, I asked my dad if it would be possible to build a wall-unit and I showed him several pictures of units I pinned to my DMM Board, and explained how I’d like more shelves because OH MY WORD WE HAVE LOTS OF JUNK.

If I had any sense, I would have taken a picture of the drawing my dad made based on the description I gave him, because it was impressive. 

Soon after deciding to remodel the room, we started to shop for flooring. We settled on wood-grain foam flooring, and ordered it soon after that. That flooring is in boxes in our basement and I can’t tell you how excited I am to get the floor installed. But that’s another story for another day.

Anyway.

My dad’s friend, Frank has a workshop. The two of them spent several days working to get the wood cut and prepared.

 

And you can imagine my excitement as I watched the wall unit starting to come together.

That’s Frank on the left and my Daddy on the right.

And here’s my daddy attaching the hooks that will eventually hold our jackets. (HI DAD!)

Now.

Do you see all that fancy chair rail on top of the unit?

That was all my dad. I assumed that it would just be a flat board on top because it is so close to the ceiling. I never dreamed he would make it so fancy, but OH MY HEAVENLY DAY, I LOVE IT!

Nor did I have any idea that he and Frank would make the shelves on the sides adjustable, BUT SWEET HALLELUJAH I LOVE OPTIONS!

You can imagine my excitement when I walked into the room to see this.

I plan to use scrapbook stickers to put our names on each of our shoe bins. Additionally, I have asked my friend Jill to make a denim cushion for the area just above the shoe bins. And as bad as I straight-up HATE to wait, I. MUST. WAIT. because Jill is busy making a Halloween costume for her daughter.

And speaking of WAITING.

I won’t be waiting long before telling McDaddy to GET THESE FRIGGIN’ JEEP TIRES OUT OF THE ROOM, so we can clear out the room and get the new flooring down.

I’ll share the pictures just as soon as we get the floor done.

Stay tuned….

Totally Random Nonsense

It is with regret that I announce that I shot my wad on the SLIMpossible diet today.

While at the hospital for most of the day, I found myself with about six minutes to scarf down some “lunch”. I made a quick trip to the hospital snack bar and settled on a bag of Doritos and a chocolate pudding parfait, which I could not pass up because, HAVE YOU EVER HAD ONE? And, in a moment of weakness, I swallowed four thin mints, almost whole.

On an unrelated note, who named those suckers THIN mints anyway? I realize they are THIN, but that’s the last thing anyone who eats them is going to be. (Especially when you eat an entire sleeve. * Not that I’ve ever done that! *

In my defense though, I did come home and spend an hour with Leslie Sansone in an attempt to work that parfait and the Doritos and those four measly 160 calorie THIN mints off.

For weeks (or maybe it’s been months at this point) my kitchen counter has looked like this because the screen on that pretty pink laptop decided to quit working.

Only, I did move the monitor and keyboard over toward the wall to clear up half the counter.

But alas, I am pleased to report that tonight I am no longer sitting on that HARD bar stool. Instead, I am blogging from the comfort of my big, blue, bloggy couch with a brand spankin’ new laptop with a screen that works.

Hallelujah.

And Amen.

My tailbone thanks you, McDaddy.

And I do, too!

I heard bad news today.

I mean REALLY bad news.

I haven’t been able to think about much else since I heard the news.

Can you believe that my beloved Maksim Chremkovskiy will not be on this season of Dancing With The Stars?

That makes me nine kinds of unhappy.

But seeing these at the hospital today sure made me smile.

Yes, those are tennis shoes.

The nurse wearing them explained that they are specially designed tennis shoes (called Z-Coils) for people with a bad back. I think they are super cool and really, I MEAN REALLY wanted to ask her if I could try them on. But instead, I just snapped a picture all secret-squirrel right in the middle of the E-R.

She bought them on a Canadian website and they were $240. And before you ask, for once I wasn’t the one asking nosy questions. My dad happened to be in the E-R with me and his nose is way bigger than mine! (Hi Dad!) He was asking her all kinds of questions.

[On an unrelated note: Since receiving a tablet for Christmas, my daddy has joined the ranks with LBF’s all over the nation. And you can bet the farm it is killing him not knowing what the heck an LBF is.

I do not suffer from back, joint or foot pain (but remember I still have butt pain from sitting on that hard bar stool!), still, I really want a pair of those shoes. They are cool and from what I understand very comfortable. Not to mention I am finding, at the ripe age of 39, that comfort trumps cute every. single. time.

Oh, and on the off-chance that the fine folks from Z-Coil end up here at From Inmates To Playdates, Inc., you should know that I would LOVE an opportunity to work with you on a review/giveaway promotion. Just have your people call my people and we’ll set something up!

And just like THAT, I realize the time on my laptop is an hour off.

Danggit.

Crazy random posts work for me!

In a line, in the rain, waiting for nothing.

I’m sitting on the love-seat next to McDaddy. I am writing today’s blog post and he appears to be looking at a forum, probably something to do with automotives. Desperate Housewives is a bust because it is a rerun from a few weeks back which is an aggravation. I put the smack down on Housewives about ten minutes in and now we are watching Sarah Palin’s Alaska. Because we usually watch shows on the DVR, we rarely watch the opening credits. I was surprised to hear Third Day singing the theme song for the Palin show.

It’s been a crazy couple of days around the McResidence

On Thanksgiving morning, my friend Jill asked if I’d like to go with her later that evening to the Toys-R-Us. I love to be out and about amongst the crazies, so I was all over the invitation. We arrived at Toys-R-Us around 9 PM to find hundreds of people already lined up. Fortunately, there wasn’t one thing in the ad that I absolutely had to have, so I was laughing and enjoying the time with my girlfriends. Just as we approached the door, it started to rain. There I was, standing in a line, in the rain, waiting for nothing. We got some awesome deals in spite of the crowd and the rain. After arriving home at midnight, I grabbed a bowl of Reese puffs [OHMYWORD, I love those!] and took my sleepy self to bed.

Four hours later, at O’Dark Thirty on black [cold, wet] Friday, I rolled out of bed and got dressed. It was 35 friggin degrees [I hate the cold] AND, it was raining. Less than ideal circumstances for a shopping extravaganza, I headed out with my parents, armed with ads and a coca-cola classic. We braved the elements and the crazies and then headed to iHop to rehash it all. After I had all I could take, I headed home and slept for several hours.

Then. THEN. I drug my sluggish self off of the couch and with the help of the three sweet people that occupy this house with me, got every single bit of my Christmas stuff out and up (there is a difference) and as I type this, I am watching our gorgeous nine-foot Vienna Pine rotate. You cannot imagine my excitement. McDaddy even went way above and beyond his holiday decorating responsibilities by installing a new receptacle just so I could put our second tree where I wanted it. I love this time of year, even though we have two birthdays, a boat load of Christmas celebrations, family stuff, basketball, Santa’s Workshop, PTA, shopping, church activities, dinners, and wrapping to take care of.

Whew, I’m tired just typing all of that.

I’m gearing up for a busy December.

You Capture – Togetherness

Nothing makes me happier than being with my fellas, so, I was pretty excited when I heard that this week’s challenge would be togetherness.

McDaddy and I are pretty fortunate that our boys get along very well (most days) and when Stevie is at school, Alex is like a lost ball in a field of weeds. He bugs the crap out of me asking what time it is counts down the minutes until his favorite playmate will be home to play superheroes and Wii with him.

We visited a small amusement park on Saturday and they had a wonderful time defeating enemies, giggling, and riding “big rides.” This was a fun week.

Even my mama and daddy had fun at the park.

And speaking of togetherness, I followed these two fellers out the road on my way home from the gym yesterday.

Togetherness at its finest.

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Not Me And Not My Quirks.

Are you feeling guilty because you forgot your child’s dentist appointment?

Have you ever been overcome with embarrassment because your child made a grand announcement in a public restroom that “you stink when you use the potty?”

If so, then you are in the perfect place for Not Me! Monday. A blog carnival that was “created out of a desire to admit some imperfections and reveal a few moments you would rather forget”.

It seems my life was full of Not Me! Monday imperfections this weekend while we were camping with several families from our church.

For instance, it wasn’t me who stood perfectly still for the better part of 30 minutes with camera aimed and ready during a lightning storm with hopes of getting the perfect picture.

Unsuccessfully, I might add.

Well, I probably wasn’t perfectly still because the words me and perfectly and still could never be good friends. But, you get my drift, right?

It’s also not me who misplaced that same camera making it impossible to share the cool pictures I did get of the sky and the rainbow because me? I never lose stuff.

It most certainly wasn’t me who considered herself to be “roughing it” at the campground because my precious iPhone wasn’t able to perform in 3G mode therefore making it impossible to play Words With Friends for most of the weekend.

I did not make another one of these cakes for the third time in as many weeks. I also didn’t eat any of it.

There’s no way I decided to skip out on the laundry today, opting instead to write tomorrow’s blog post because I am not lazy. Nor am I a procrastinator.

I would never roll my eyes when reading that someone excepts something when really they should accept it.

What can I say? I’m full or quirks. Pet peeve alert, people.

It is not me who has killed more than her share of ants over the past month and who still found herself killing ants in the camper this past weekend.

Where in the heck do they come from, anyway?

And finally, it isn’t me who completely forgot to write a father’s day post before going on our camping trip this past weekend so that it would automatically post on Father’s Day. McDaddy is a great father and is totally worthy of his own personal blog post.

And so is this guy. My own daddy, Jimmy.

For more Not Me! Monday posts, head over to MckMama‘s place.