So first off, Happy Labor Day to you all.
I hope you are catching up on some much needed R & R as well as rehydrating from this weekends Football festivities.
I myself am enjoying this relaxing afternoon by snacking on some stale peanut M&M's from my husband's secret stash in his night stand drawer, and watching a little quality, adult programming whilst my children take their naps...
"Sharktopus" to be exact...
Loves me some Syfy channel.
Don't be too jealous though, my day didn't start out this awesome, oh no.... It started out with manual labor....
Looking back now, it's a cruel irony given today's Holiday...
Anyways, our morning started out by checking off one of the 17,342 "to-do's" from the farmhouse project list. We decided to work on the wrap around porch and back deck of the farmhouse, more specifically, cutting and attaching each and every stinkin' spindle that went on this thing....
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Two words...
Holy Blisters.
well, one blister... on my right hand. I bet this is how compulsive gamers feel after a righteous Super Mario run...
I was personally a Street Fighter and Pilot Wings fan... ah, memories of a simpler time...
...many Pizza Rolls consumed between 1991 and 2004...
*flashback over, back to current day*
Holding an impact drill, impact driver...whatever it's called, for 3 hours straight is not as much fun as one might think... shocking, I know. Pressing in hundreds upon hundreds of screws into hundreds of porch spindles can only be compared to the thrill of a wisdom tooth extraction, or maybe jail time...
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Sure, its fun for the first few minutes because you're still naïve to the amount of work yet to be completed. All you can focus on is the end product, and at about 50 spindles in, you're pretty confident that the end is in sight...
....until you look down the full length of the porch and see 700 miles of spindle-less railing...
My reaction was similar to this...
You then realize this is your fate for the next several hours, shed a tear, say a bad word or two, and get back to it...
Luckily, before madness took me, I got into the swing of things and by about spindle #134, I was throwing those things up like a boss.
After about 250 of these skinny cedar bastards, I was done.
Here's the fruits of my labor, and yes, I attached EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEM...
...and a view from the front yard...
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I hope you are catching up on some much needed R & R as well as rehydrating from this weekends Football festivities.
I myself am enjoying this relaxing afternoon by snacking on some stale peanut M&M's from my husband's secret stash in his night stand drawer, and watching a little quality, adult programming whilst my children take their naps...
"Sharktopus" to be exact...
Loves me some Syfy channel.
Don't be too jealous though, my day didn't start out this awesome, oh no.... It started out with manual labor....
Looking back now, it's a cruel irony given today's Holiday...
Anyways, our morning started out by checking off one of the 17,342 "to-do's" from the farmhouse project list. We decided to work on the wrap around porch and back deck of the farmhouse, more specifically, cutting and attaching each and every stinkin' spindle that went on this thing....
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Two words...
Holy Blisters.
well, one blister... on my right hand. I bet this is how compulsive gamers feel after a righteous Super Mario run...
I was personally a Street Fighter and Pilot Wings fan... ah, memories of a simpler time...
...many Pizza Rolls consumed between 1991 and 2004...
*flashback over, back to current day*
Holding an impact drill, impact driver...whatever it's called, for 3 hours straight is not as much fun as one might think... shocking, I know. Pressing in hundreds upon hundreds of screws into hundreds of porch spindles can only be compared to the thrill of a wisdom tooth extraction, or maybe jail time...
.JPG)
Sure, its fun for the first few minutes because you're still naïve to the amount of work yet to be completed. All you can focus on is the end product, and at about 50 spindles in, you're pretty confident that the end is in sight...
....until you look down the full length of the porch and see 700 miles of spindle-less railing...
My reaction was similar to this...
You then realize this is your fate for the next several hours, shed a tear, say a bad word or two, and get back to it...
Luckily, before madness took me, I got into the swing of things and by about spindle #134, I was throwing those things up like a boss.
After about 250 of these skinny cedar bastards, I was done.
Here's the fruits of my labor, and yes, I attached EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEM...
...just the front of the house...
...and a view from the front yard...
(sorry its so small...my computer only lets me enlarge photos about 3% of the time)
...Here's another micro-photo as evidence of my Bob Vila-esque awesomness...
...HGTV should give me my own show...
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...southeast corner of the front porch...
...and part of the back deck...
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...pretty exciting stuff huh?
Of course I can't take all the credit for this mind-blowing wrap-around porch...
Meet, DeWalter.
He stuck with me from spindle #1 through to the end and never complained once.
Doesn't he look regal looking off into the distance? I know, I felt the same way...
...I picture him as the power tool equivalent of the Dos Equis Beer guy...
Oh, and my husband helped too I guess..
.....if you can really even consider making angled cuts at the bottom of each and every spindle, "helping"...
So, that's it for now I suppose...
I'm going to scarf the rest of these extra crunchy peanut M&M's and enjoy the remaining suspenseful and utterly ridiculous moments of Sharktopus before my little ladies wake from their sweet slumber.
Until next time,
:) Ashley
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