|At least, my stomach isn't sticking out.|
Monday, September 29, 2014
Sunday, September 28, 2014
|Fall Lodge. One of the many on the Big Cedar property.|
|That big window is the bathroom. There were two more big windows on the corners.|
|Our next door neighbor, the waterfall.|
We were just up the hill from the picturesque wedding chapel which was busy all weekend long.
Summer season was winding down, but we managed to find an outdoor heated pool that was open, complete with built-into-the-rocks hot tubs. We had the place to ourselves. I love it when that happens.
|That's a little more leg than I normally would show. Guess the warm water (and the wine) loosened me up.|
The new big thing at Big Cedar since my official press visit in 2008 is Top of the Rock...
|Osage Restaurant and Buffalo Bar patio|
the incredible Ozark Heritage Preserve with restaurants, wilderness trails, a museum and cave, and other features surrounding a Par 3 golf course designed by Jack Nicklaus. (The Big Cedar complex is the vision of owner Johnny Morris of Bass Pro Shop fame.) On Saturday night after dinner, the hubs decided to try out the practice range with complimentary rental clubs. $15/bag of balls.
|Even barefoot, he put on a clinic.|
We decided the course - or the air - is magical, because he hasn't golfed in two years but was hitting them over the entire range and down into the mountains. We're talking out of the park! People were even applauding from the restaurant patio.
|Another wedding chapel at Top of the Rock.|
The place reminded us a lot of our trip to Scotland, except for the sunshine. In fact, every night at sundown, bagpipers serenade the guests before the firing of a canon. I can't recommended Big Cedar more highly.
Thursday, September 25, 2014
I decided to go for the burn yesterday and remove the old sheet music from Walls 3 and 4. Done!! (But, oh, my aching 58-year-old shoulders! And, my back! Good God, my back!) Then, while looking at paint samples, dreaming of getting this thing DONE, my daughter suggested that as long as "we" were painting the bathroom, to be known in the future as "the library"....
|Paint colors too dark. Cabinet doors to go on that built-in shelf.|
It's called Desert Broom and although it looks gray here, it's actually got a little blue in it. "We" will be painting next week. But, first, I was moaning and groaning so much last night, the hubs decided to take me away for the weekend to a spa. Or, at least, a place with a hot tub. Find out where tomorrow!
Wednesday, September 24, 2014
A) The bathroom is going to look GREAT at the end of it all.
B) My clothes steamer is a godsend.
C) My upper arms and shoulders needed a good workout, anyway.
D) I've earned tons of extra 'wife points' with the old man.
E) Working in a tiny closet, alone, has given me focused time to solve some problems and think of new ideas, including other do-it-yourself projects (for better or worse.)
F) I was a genius to ditch my pants yesterday and work in my underwear. So less messy.
G) I can't wait to go to the paint store tomorrow and pick out my color!
Tuesday, September 23, 2014
|A pox on my walls!|
Monday, September 22, 2014
|It seemed like such a good idea in the early 90s.|
|Picture rich, creamy paint on the walls and antique books on the shelves instead of magazines.|
At least, I have a place to sit while I work.
Sunday, September 21, 2014
I am an admitted fair weather fan who believes baseball may be the most boring spectator sport in existence. Especially in the heat and humidity of Kansas summers. Except for golf. But, at least, golf has pretty scenery. So, it was no small deal for me to agree to attend the last KC Royals home game of the regular season with the hubs. (I normally encourage him to take guy friends when he gets the company seats.) Luckily, the Kansas City Royals are in contention for the play-offs this year and we were able to invite two of my favorite former co-workers, a couple who are expecting their first child, to join us. (The father-to-be is a huge Royals fan with an encyclopedic baseball mind. It's freaky the minutia he remembers. And he can boo - about bunts, specifically - with the best of them.)
|Pretty good vantage point|
Add to that a picture-perfect day of 75 degrees, moderate breeze, sunshine and shaded seating for most of the game, lots of hits and a home team victory, and I was one happy camper. I even did a few cheers, except for the wave. I hate the wave. Okay, I did the wave but I didn't stand up. Did I mention we had a barbecue lunch beforehand?
|Their first trip to Arthur Bryant's BBQ in KC. So adorbs.|
Sometimes, you just have to say yes.
Saturday, September 20, 2014
My mother and step dad have decided to move to a two-bedroom apartment in a lovely senior living facility. That means, they'll be packing up the necessities and can't-live-without luxuries from the sprawling 5-bedroom home where I grew up. And leaving the rest to us, the five kids. I knew this day was coming, of course, and I applaud my mother for making the move while she's still fit in body and mind. I have no doubt she is making the right decision at the right time. But, there's still the matter of the stuff.
Mom has 90 days before the move (omigod, does that mean it's happening at Christmas!?!) so she has started to clear closets and cupboards, expunging stuff she won't take to the new digs. Every time I go to visit, I leave with stuff. Yesterday, it was a set of Mexican glasses and a pitcher made by my good friend, the amazing Marie Deborah Wald. Which was great. I wanted that stuff. But, the time before, I agreed to take something I thought I wanted at the time, then changed my mind when I got home. What was I going to do, take it back?
After all, I told the hubs. I'm trying to EDIT the house, not add to it. I recently decided that my home has too much "decor." Little vignettes of stuff that I used to love, but now look dated to me. And so, the replacement theory must kick in: One thing in; one thing out. That's my plan and I'm sticking to it. But, who will I give MY stuff to? The kids? They're WAY too smart for that.
|In with the new (top shelf).|
|Out with the old (glasses from old candles)|
|Stuff I wanted.|
|And, not so much|
Wednesday, September 17, 2014
We are disappointed and increasingly concerned by the recent incidents that have overshadowed this NFL season. We are not yet satisfied with the league’s handling of behaviors that so clearly go against our own company culture and moral code. We have shared our concerns and expectations with the league.
Monday, September 15, 2014
this remedy as found on a DIY site I've never heard of. Seriously, I'm that desperate.
Tuesday, September 2, 2014
“I no longer have patience for certain things, not because I’ve become arrogant, but simply because I reached a point in my life where I do not want to waste more time with what displeases me or hurts me. I have no patience for cynicism, excessive criticism and demands of any nature. I lost the will to please those who do not like me, to love those who do not love me and to smile at those who do n
Thank you, Meryl... if it was, in fact, you who said it. (You never know on the interwebs.) The quote has a certain negative bent to it with so many 'no's and 'nots,' but the message is positive: Life's short. Live it your way.
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