Un-finished almost-finished counters

Oh the counters. It was Christmas time and yay! We spoiled ourselves and decided to put in granite counter tops. Now, my wonderful husband is a very smart, handy...and cheap man. So of course he insisted on doing them himself. He did a wonderful job! Except one thing. The last big step for any tiling project really is the grout. The tiles had made finally taken the shape of an actual working kitchen counter and the appliances were set back into place.

Of course this means (in Nicks fantasy world) That he's practically done! No. No. No. Lets fast forward mmm... till June. Yes, still not grouted. By this time I have become completely unaware of all of the bagel crumbs, strawberry jam, cheese shreds and many other small nutritional items that have made there way straight into the cracks of the granite tiles. After 6 months or so of griping and complaining, I think Nick finally got that I was sick of having a 1/2 done kitchen.

I get home on Saturday night around 10 and he's mixing up the grout. 10 PM PEOPLE! Love him dearly, but 10 pm is not the most brilliant time to start a massive art project with sticky pasty stuff. I said nothing, thankful he was actually doing it. Gave him a kiss and went off to bed. Roughly around 2 or 3 am i get a scary man in my face trying to give me a kiss. After a mild aneurysm, I realized it was just nick going to bed. Since it had been so long, I was sure he had finished them! Hurah!!! The next morning I leave for church. I was so excited knowing that the counters were done, but a small feeling of uncertainty was climbing up my spine. I left the house without checking in on the kitchen. I figured just in case it never got finished, I think I'd like to give God my best on Sunday am and not be pissed through the whole church service.

Finally when church was over and I saw Nick, I of course said, how was the counter project?! "Not quite done"............... breathe breathe, in and out Cayla. Suck it up. Its okay. "Really? Just a little bit left right? ;)" Ya...No...

Fussy pants was getting extra fussy and decided to go to bed instead of finishing. The grout is still smeared all over the counters and back splash waiting for Nick to wipe it off, which, apparently is not an easy task if you leave it for 48 hours.

The oven is in the hallway.
The fridge is in the middle of the kitchen.
The garbage? i have no idea.

The house is yet again torn apart awaiting the last big burst of energy or whatever it is my husband needs to finish.

I'm really not mad tho. I don't have to cook!

Tootaloo!

Virgin Blogger on the Loose

Yes. Its true, I have fallen into the trap of blogging! We'll see how long this lasts... Its been, well, almost a year since Nick and I have been married. Crazy how fast time goes! When goin through pre-marital counseling, theyre sure to make sure you have covered all of the big topics before you say I do. We covered everything from holidays, to finances, to kids and pets. My answere to kids and pets? No. No. No. Well, I think I lasted approximately 2 weeks after we got home from our honeymoon before it was said. Those words that Nick feared..."Nick...Dont you think it would be SO fun if we got...a dog?" Now, if any of you know me, you know that when I get an idea, I kinda sorta run with it, wont let go of it, and possibly beat it into existance. Ta-Da! Febuary rolls around and Nick caves, (being the fabulous husband he is) oh watch out, the hunt for the Bitch is on! (the dog of course!) One fine fine rainy wet Oregon day I was cruising Craigslist.com when I found her. That beautiful beautiful smooshed faced, snorting, sock stealing, poop eating pup. She was so cute in her sweet little sniffing self. so, yes, we brought her home, not of course without immediately stopping at the store to find some sort of fitting dish set for her, you know, one with rhinestones and diamonds on it. Only something she deserves... Of course they had nothing fitting, so that would have to wait until morning. Any hoo...Here I go on my tangents... All you need to know, is we are a very crazy, slightly disfunctional family that loves eachother very much... Be prepared for some awesome stories of the Van Loo house that will most likely make you fall asleep, bore you to death, or maybe make you smile.

Tootaloo!