"The closer you get to the end, the faster it unrolls."
Ya know, when I was a little 'un, a year was a decade. Now, living the middle aged life, a year goes by in a month.
So imagine my supreese, when I realized this weekend, one year ago, was a simply smashing weekend. . .
A year ago when we just knew we had to have this house. We put an offer in and got accepted. That same day, when Jeff got a major patt on the back at work that same morning, and that same day got a call from the boss with a raise.
Simply smashing, I tell you. We celebrated at dinner that night.
But back to present day. Since I've lived in this home for (nearly) a year, I thought to myself, "self, why not take the grand tour?" And when I say "grand" tour, I mean the rooms I'm willing to show you. 'Cause let's face it; I sat on my butt for 6 hours yesterday watching and sobbing over the touching finale of "Lost", (I love you, Jack!) so you could say the house isn't the cleanest it's ever been.
Many thanks to Dara who sent me the pre-move-in pics, since in typical Mandi form, I never took a one before I started craptasticizing the place.
If you'll just step through the door with me here:
(I don't know what to say-- I was falling over.)
Aaah. Here we are in the living room.
I want you to know that I find it disturbing that I can google my house and find pictures of it pre-painted from years ago.
And here we have ze dining room:
turned music room:
Ze kitchen before before:
(baby included in sale of home)
The family room (a.k.a. the room that gets totally jacked by 3 little boys)
The carpeted vay-say:
If you'll just head up the stairs with me. . .
Le bébé's room:
The homies' room:
And finally, the home boy's bath:
and a final after:
Thanks for joining me. And here's to another year of 782 more craptacular projects! When will I be done? Never!