Got "Pot" ?

Thats right. For the ocassion that both bathrooms are out of commission at the same time due to tearing out everything you need to do your business, you might just need a pot.

And yes, that is a Home Depot bucket

For three LONG days and nights this week, our nightime potty was a bucket. Our early morning, after coffee potty (you know what I'm talkin 'bout) was the tiny little bathroom in the garage. I mean to tell you that temps in the low to mid 20's and winds in the 30's this week made that a very uncomfortable daily constitutional.

Back to the matter at hand, the bathrooms (both of them) now have working commodes with all new guts. I never took the time to appreciate a toilet before. I do now I can tell ya. I just thank God that the showers were operational this week.

Our thinking was that by doing this and getting the floors tiled in both bathrooms at the same time we would save about a weeks worth of of time. Right now we need that week since we are determined to get the house on the market the first of March. So now that the tiles are down, pottys are back in place and working (oh yeah), the walls and ceilings are painted, we can finish up these two rooms. By the end of the weekend, we'll have the vanities back in place with new hardware, the crown-molding and baseboards in, and hopefully caulked and painted so we can check this off the list.

This renovation stuff makes it hard to keep your house clean. Seems like the bedrooms and office keep getting filled up with nail guns, paint and paint brushes, everything you moved out of the room your working on and all the new stuff you will put into that room. This type of environment makes me a little nuts (not that I needed any help.) I can't find anything, and feel displaced and unable to get ready for work in the morning. I took my flat iron, half my makeup and all the other things I need and used the ladies room in my office to look halfway presentable this week. Performing this where I don't normally just sorta messes me up in the head. My routine of how I go about this everyday and how I am able to get it done in record time went totally out the window.

I'm really looking forward to finishing up this weekend. We'll get a little break today attending our grandson's school play "The Outsiders" tonight. He has two parts in it and has been working on this since early September. We're really proud of him and can't wait to go.

Now where I'd put my makeup and hair stuff, I have to look good tonight?

Asta LaPasta,
Connie

WOOF!!

Hi everybody! Sam here.

Mom and Dad been busy so I'm posting a update.

Chase turned 13. Dad said it made him feel older than when he turned 60. We went to Chase's party and had fun. I met my new cousin Sebastian. We sniffed our butts and figured out I was boss but that got me in trouble. Dad says I need to be more polite to him. I guess trying to beat him up isn't polite. He just better stay away from my Mom. She's mine.

Mom & Dad have been working on our house. They move stuff out of one room into another. Then they smear stuff on the walls and ceiling. Then Dad nails boards up around the top and bottom of the walls. I don't like that pressor thingy that makes noise when Dad is nailing. It scares me. Then they smear stuff on the boards with brushes. Not brushes like they brush me with, another kind.

After that they move everything back. Then they move everything out of another room and start again. I don't think it's fun 'cause they spend all night talking about how much their backs hurt.

I try to help but they keep telling me "get out of the way Sam". Dad keeps going up and down stairs to get stuff and I go with him every time. If he thinks he's gonna sneak off for a ride without me he's crazy.

They keep talking about selling our house. I hope that doesn't mean we will be homeless. I see homeless dogs on the Seawall and they look sad. And skinny. No treats for them I guess. Hi, I'm Sam and I'm a treat addict.



It's been cold here all week. Dad plugs Mom's truck in at night. It looks like a big funny appliance. They put a heater thing in the garage for Scooter. It's no fun being a tortoise in the cold I bet. I get to stay in the house and sleep in my warm beds, not under a rock. In the cold garage.
 
Dad and Mom get to stay home with me today (yay!) 'cause everything is covered in ice. I went out to do my business and all my feet slipped out from under me. I landed on my belly on the cold deck. Mom laughed but I didn't think it was funny. I couldn't get downstairs. We'll see how funny she thinks it is when I pee on her leg. I can only hold it so long you know.
 
Adios for now, enjoy life.
--Sam