Still celebrating monthaversaries

This week marks our third month of home ownership. Many of you have been asking about the house and the progress we’ve made with it. Okay – one of you has asked me three times. That still counts right?

Well, now that I’m no longer a bus commuter (I’m actually carpooling with the newf but that’s a whole other story), the slutty ants are slowly dying off, and those nosy kids learned their lesson, suburbia has pretty much been the opposite of that Disturbia song might imply. There is in fact far less bondage and bumping bass beats. Fact.

The house is completely furnished and we’re about ready to start swapping out older stuff for nicer stuff. I have assured the newf that he gets to stay, especially now that we have gym memberships. Calvin’s getting a little long in the tooth though…

No major renovations were required so moving in was a dream. Our stuff alone made the place feel like home. I do need to pick up more things for some of the walls though. the bedroom looks a little too let’s-get-right-down-to-business with only a bed in it. But then again it does give it a nice ‘awwwwww yeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaah…’ flavour.

All we’ve really done is paint a couple of rooms. And by ‘we’, I mean ‘me’. And by ‘a couple of rooms’, I mean ‘just two rooms’. And by ‘paint’, I mean ‘have been in the process of painting for the past two months because I got sick of it and quit halfway through like the sore loser that I can be’.

As it turns out, not knowing what you’re doing makes for a lot more work. More work that you know still isn’t going to give you even close to professional results. Instead, you lose all motivation, overlook splats of green on your white trim and mouldings, instead you wallow in the fact that you now know it all has to be done all over again anyway. So yeah. I pretty much destroyed two already terrible rooms, bringing them from heinous child circus to beautiful colours quite possibly painted on by a blind man with a hint of the crazy.

Those two rooms are the only things holding me back from the updated video tour (original tour with sarcastic quips and former owner’s furniture can always be found here) that you all deserve. Because while I’m willing to share stories about drugging my parents to quench my utter obsession with stomach worms, I would hate for you all to think that I my house contains rooms that are anything less than perfection.

Duh.