We're supposedly getting a whole pantload of snow today, so I've setup the obligatory window web cam and will be showing you our live look. I know, most don't care about this one bit, but some of our friends and family like to check in on our surprising lack of snow and our area's inability to deal with the the stuff.

Live Shot

If this materializes into something worth while, I'll head out with the camera to take some of those elusive "Old Town in the Snow" shots to share with everyone. Wish us luck!


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Several months ago, after receiving an antique dresser my parents were looking to get rid of, we told you about our plans to paint it and put it in our bathroom closet. I mean, what kind of bloggers would we be if we weren't looking to slather some antique never-been-painted piece of furniture in layer after layer of streaky paint? Hell, we might as well go ahead and use milk paint...and then distress it by hitting it with chains and stuff.

Well, to be totally honest, the idea of painting this piece of antique furniture never really sat well with me. Now, I knew Wendy wanted to paint it, but the thing is, this is going to be my dresser. Also, once we let our intentions be known on the blog, several commenters also mentioned it might be a shame to paint this piece.

Armed with my personal preference, I made my case.

I don't know what happened next. Maybe the planets were in some weird feng shui configuration and the flying monkeys were distracted, but after some very animated hand waving, lots of loud words, and a blur of emotions that I seem to recall causing each of us to break down in tears multiple times, Wendy agreed to give it a shot.


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For those who are sensitive to expletives, this post will likely contain enough four letter words that it deserves it's own "Parental Advisory" sticker. If such colorful language offends you, you should probably stop reading now. However, I'll try to temper the language with adorable photos of our beautiful Lulu.

But it's only because I'm so fucking pissed off at cancer! It's been a really shitty couple of weeks, and in the last seven days things have taken a turn that none of us expected.

As we updated everyone last week, Lulu's mild, unassuming bump on her arm was confirmed as her second official mast cell tumor. At our trusted veterinarian's direction, she had surgery last week to remove the tumor, it was sent for a pathology report, and then the waiting game began. While we were expecting a 3-6 day wait, we were surprised to get a call last Wednesday letting us know the results were in. Unfortunately, and heart breakingly, they weren't what we were hoping for.

See, adorable!


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If there's one thing that makes me think "I really need to finish the storm windows," it's the bone chilling 4 degree cold we had a week ago (that was the lowest in 20 years) combined with the associated high winds and billowing drapes that accompany it.

Did I just say "billowing drapes?" Well, that doesn't make much sense if the windows are closed. Exactly!

You see, our windows are what you call "leaky." No, I'm not talking about little air leaks you find in almost any window, I'm talking about giant gaps large enough for you to stick your fingers through. When the wind really picks up, it actually whistles through our windows and you can see our heavy window treatments move. But these gaps can't be blamed on an "old window thing." Nope, the age of the window has little to do with it, they're really a "caused by me" thing. Our crazy leaky windows are largely due to the fact I can't seem to finish a project before starting a new one, and I'm midway through the restoration of our windows and haven't yet added back our parting beads, sash stops, weather stripping, or (long overdue) storm windows. I've caused this, I'm at fault, and I accept that. Now it's time to start doing something about it.

To begin remedying our situation I'm going to focus on the next phase of our window restoration process, the installation of spring bronze weather stripping around the window frame's jambs. Ultimately, this is only one aspect of weather stripping our windows, but it's one of the most critical.

At this point in our project, we've removed the sash stops, parting beads, and sash from the windows, stripped the paint from the frames, and made any necessary repairs to the frames.

Before applying the weather stripping, we needed to sand and apply a few coats of paint to the frames. I'm not going to cover the painting process too thoroughly, as it's very straight forward. I like to use a coat of oil/alkyd based primer and follow that up with two coats of our desired trim color. The only caveat, the exterior trim color goes on the upper sash channel, while the interior trim color goes on the lower sash channel. If that sounds confusing, just think of the colors and locations, and when you're likely to see each color (either from inside or outside) when the windows are closed.


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There I stood, in the pouring rain, looking up at the business end of a length of 4" copper downspout, cold water simply gushing into my face, trying to simultaneously hold an umbrella, adjust the downspout per my husband's instruction, and keep from spinning into a rage directed at this same man who was responsible for this water boarding-like torture. I was failing at all aspects of this attempt.

"Drinking from the firehose" is a colloquialism made up by some smart person at some point when that person was likely feeling overwhelmed by their situation. An astute observation, its comparison to any event where one must work as hard as possible to keep up with the moment, even though there is likely a time when the moment or events become so overwhelming that there is no chance that actually "keeping up" is even an option. When assessing the proverbial firehose, no matter one's thirst or capacity to gulp gallons of water, one will likely reach a point where they are overcome by the sustained volume of water the firehouse supplies. The only options to either give up, or drown.

When talking about DIY house projects, it can sometimes feel like you're trying to drink from the firehose when tackling larger and larger projects with less and less "free" time. We've generally been good about coping with this inevitable firehose feeling by adjusting our own scope, expectations, or reasonable outcome when the trickle of tasks turns into more than we can handle. However, this weekend, a new, and very literal meaning was given to the term "it's like drinking from a firehose," and we were both the unwitting recipients of the experience.

The whole journey began roughly 16 months ago when we discovered that some jerk, or collection of jerks had stolen our home's copper downspout. Whether it was stolen to get money for meth, or to put food on the table for a starving family of orphans, it was a frustrating event of the year and became a true inconvenience as we tried to replace the copper in an economical manner. 

After having some difficulty locating a supplier that didn't want to charge us $500 or more, we fashioned a new "downspout" from a 25' length of flexible dryer hose and called it a day, err week...month, well...actually year and a half.


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