there's a stranger in my house {eddie's first post}

Hi.  I'm Eddie.

My Mom's friend Janie Junebug lets her doggie Franklin write blog posts, so Mom decided to let me write one, too.

And it's a really important one! 

First off, here are some pictures of me so we can get better acquainted.

My Mom tells me all the time how cute I am and she's taken no less than 1 million pictures of me.

I don't have any teeth so it cracks her up when my tongue hangs out.

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the kitchen {the farewell tour part 6}

This will be the final installment of the farewell tour.  I left the kitchen for last because it's the most important room in the house, right?

I know.  Men would argue the bathroom is more important.

I thought I was so cute.  And so SMART with that wallpaper.

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living room {the farewell tour part 5}

In the beginning, there was the super-sexy builder-white paint.

And a countrified couch and chair.

The best I could come up with was some Christmas stuff.

I have no recollection of that lamp in the corner.  We're going to say that Philly brought that to the party.

I carried the watermelon.

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family room {the farewell tour part 4}

Oh, this room.

It was the boy cave.

The dumping ground.

The room I wished never existed.

I don't have any great pictures to share, but here goes.  

I think this was our first Christmas in this house.  We had the whole fam damily over.

See the ugly gray breaker box on the right-hand side?  Remember that.  I will magically make it disappear momentarily.

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the crappers {the farewell tour part 3}

We have three crappers in our house.  

I'm calling them crappers instead of toilets or privies or bathrooms because I want to and because I can.  And because of Thomas Crapper.  Even though he did not invent the toilet.  But according to Wikipedia, he did have something to do with the ballcock.  I'll leave you to research that further.

Anyway, one of the crappers is small and the other two are tiny.  I'm going to start with the basement crapper because it's the same as it ever was.

I have a Diet Coke addiction that I would love to forever get over.  But in the meantime, I love me some Coca-Cola stuff.

I despise Pepsi, BTW.

The (tiny) basement bathroom.  That I've refused to ever re-do.

Because of my addiction.

No before...just as-is:

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emma's room... {the farewell tour part 2}

Emma was 7 years old when we moved into this house.  She inherited my full-size bed and headboard (which totally rocks and I can't wait to use it again in the new house).  She also inherited the quilt I had on the bed (the quilt has finally gone to GoodWillLand).

And some kitty cat wallpaper border.  Well, that was new.

Here's how her room started out.

I apologize for the pics...I took digital pics of printed photos...how times have changed.

See that super-cute cross-stitch project over the bed??  Yeah...I didn't make that.

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what happens in the bedroom... {the farewell tour part 1}

...apparently goes on the blog for all the world the 7 of you to see.

Since we're getting our current home ready to sell, I thought it would be stupid embarrassing fun to show you how our house has...{ahem}...evolved over the past 14 years.  Please keep in mind that our house hasn't turned into a showpiece or anything, but I like to think I've at least made a few improvements over the years.

(If not, please let me know now before we finish the next house.)

If you've been following from way back, you know one of my earliest projects was to update the freaking old, ugly, hideous, ready-for-the-dumpster 80s furniture that has been gracing haunting our bedroom for...well...ever.

The dresser was successfully completed earlier this year; the chest of drawers has mocked me ever since.

It didn't think it was ever going to go under the knife.

It thought it was safe.

Nothing like the pressure of getting your house ready to sell to light a fire (not a burn pile--yet).

Remember this?

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