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10/4/15 The Tiki Bar

Mom survived the party with the Outlaws yesterday, and took her “revenge” on Dad today by making him complete the Tiki bar. Not that she didn’t let him watch the football game, but still. Today was a day of “recreational working”.

This isn’t exactly a how-to, but I want you all to know that I supervised this project very closely.

To recap, first Dad procured some pallets from his job (free) and the humans painted them with some deck paint.

Once dry, they moved them to the basement where Dad assembled them in a semi-L shape. I say “semi L” because the pieces weren’t completely flush for stability purposes.

Dad got out his handy power screwdriver. It’s noisy, but gets the job done.

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Mom doesn’t like the sound of the drill – too much like the dentist.

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As you can see, I’m keeping a close eye on Dad.

Once the pallets were stabilized, Jamie stapled on some grass skirting that the humans bought at the hobby store in the party section. The grass table skirts were about $6.

Dad and Mom went to the home improvement store, and bought a kitchen counter that was a little over five feet in length. At about $44, this was the most expensive part of the Tiki bar. Dad and Mom attached the counter to the skirted pallets with L brackets and screws.

Mom finished decorating the Tiki bar with things she’d bought at the dollar store. She took the stools from the kitchen that weren’t being used for the front of the bar. In total, the bar cost about $65 to make.

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Because Mom hung a boogie board (also from the dollar store) behind the bar, she christened it, “The Boogie Board Bar”.

Here’s Dad, Erik, and Jamie all smiling for the camera! Everyone listened to some Hawaiian slack-key guitar music and had some refreshments.

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On the other side of the basement, Dad put up the inflatable hot tub. We’re going to fill it next week!

Mom says it will be summer forever in the house. She says she’s very proud of everyone for getting this project accomplished (and for under $80, too!)

Woof! Love, Maggie

8/9/15 A Homecoming…

Sorry to post this a bit late but the humans have been in my way, scurrying around and doing all manner of strange projects in the home.

Erik came over and I was thrilled to see him. After he gave me a nice belly rub, he put on some old clothes and Mom put a scarf over her head, and they went down to the old bedroom and painted. It was very good paint, a pretty shade of grey, and it didn’t smell hardly at all. I curled up in the middle of the room and observed. Every now and again, they would stop and take a break and scratch behind my ears.

Dad and Jamie, meanwhile, went to a far-away place called, “Ikea”. Jamie says that “Ikea” is a swirling labyrinth of do-it-yourself furniture and Swedish Meatballs.  When they came back, they built these dressers and put them in the bedroom.

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I helped Dad with the dresser. Mom put in the faux “stained glass” windows.

Erik had a meeting and had to leave. We were all sad to see him go, but the rest of the humans kept very busy. Dad bought a bed frame for the old bed, and Mom found some nice bedding. Jamie fussed with the area rug until it was just right, and then Mom lit a lamp on the nightstand that Jamie built (from Ikea). Dad replaced all the light bulbs and a few ceiling tiles. I couldn’t figure out what was going on.

Then Mom told me that Erik is coming home.

I am so excited! I can’t wait!

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Woof! Love, Maggie

4/22/14 Paint Pots

I can finally safely say that Spring is here.  The grass is back (although I think the bushes are dead), and the threat of snow and its accompanying wind-up-the-tail is gone.  The sun is shining.

One thing about Spring is it gets the humans busy. 

Mom has decided to Paint.  She picked out the paint, brushes, rollers, dropcloths, tape, and all the assorted rigamarole to go with this project.  She enlisted Jamie’s help and plotted everything out.  Dad spent endless amount of time at Home Depot, groaning.  Mom didn’t reckon on the ceiling being such a paint-sucker, though, and progress is slow.  Jamie and Mom decided to do the ceiling first, because there was a mark on it that looked like a snowman from where Dad opened a bottle of champagne on New Year’s about a zillion years ago.  I’m kinda going to miss that snowman.

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I think this paint business is great fun!  I love to help out.

I sniff the paint cans (it is low fume; the house doesn’t even smell bad) until Mom or Jamie runs up, arms waving and hollering for me to get the heck away from them. 

I lay in the middle of the dropcloth and wag my tail.  Thump, thump, thump, what do you mean you can’t move the dropcloth?

I run under the ladder when Mom is standing on it.  Jamie is usually in hot pursuit, as I have snatched one of the work rags (excuse me, “shop towels”) and am making a beeline for my spot on the landing.

I chew the stir sticks (pre-paint, of course) into toothpicks and leave the shards all over the floor.

When I am satisfied that I have helped my humans enough, I go take a little nap:

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Ah, Spring!  Bring on the home improvements!

Woof!  Love, Maggie