What a Crock: One Year, One Crockpot and One Reno Wreck

Food Mood - Conciliatory towards the Hubby (ie, buttering up) Reno Ridiculouso: Son of a #$%? The Doors again!!!!    Yeah. Hubby chose the wrong door. Just… I can’t even.   Yeah. We needed a left inward opening and he chose a right inward opening.   Now, to be fair, in order to even write that correctly I had to stand up, pretend that I was approaching our door and reinact the way that it would open to remember the correct version.   But for some odd reason I’ve always been able to do this and get it correct.   And, even more strangely, the Hubby who has impeccable spatial sense, years of experience and wicked instincts, just can not get this one through his head. So the first time that I open the door I pause.   I note that it’s opening in such a way that you to go in and close it you end up with your back to a open staircase to the basement, and to go out you end up standing on the heating vent.   Yep.   Instead of the d...

Food Mood : Cabbage!   Yep, I said it!   How do ya like me now!  Reno Ridiculouso : kiddos away so it’s full speed ahead.   Get that insulation in,vapour barrier up and tyvek on After Cool Contractor finished putting the doors and windows in earlier in the week (they arrived!   Yeah!) , The Hubby worked all out after work every night to foam seal every crack.   Little Girl is away today so he and I set to.   Yep, believe it or not I can be handyish too.   With help.   Shut up ex roomates, I am nowhere near as bad I used to be!!! Our list today: ·          Cut the foam caulking flush with the windows in preparation for drywall and trim ·          Stick all the insulation in where there isn’t sprayfoam (everywhere but the ceiling basically) ·          Vapour barrier it all ·     ...

Food Mood : I like food.   A lot Reno Ridiculouso : utterly stalled. No windows.   No doors in.   No tyvek.   Husband working in the crawl space. Insulation Complete!   Vapour Barrier Complete!   At least in the crawl space. Husband and I sat up late on the front porch last night drinking rye whiskey (yeah, I’m hardcore like that.   When there’s no beer and wine is too much of a commitment) and talking about my side projects and how I can help a group from a nearby city who’s struggling with keeping their space in use.   It’s a big project and I’m kinda freakin’ out about if I have the time to help them.   It’s exciting but overwhelming. Anyhoooo... I sleep in a little bit,but it’s the end of daylight savings time.   Score!   I get up and still only   I wake to the sound of Little Girl’s barking bloody cough ( five days and counting) and Husband bashing around in the “studio kitchen”.   I thought about g...