Never ending project

Most of it is finished, there is some trim to finish and we still need to get a shower door as well as towels and decor. I know I am putting it off...the doors have to be custom glass and I just got a shower curtain which is the "oh it's temporary....that turns into 6 months. It was not an enjoyable experience and I totally dread doing the other bathroom and kitchen. I do wish I had a before picture and I think Shawn's mom does. Imagine beige porcelain tile, white ugly tile in the shower oh and a tiny tiny door, we knocked out the entire wall in front of the shower. Imagine white cabinets almost the length of the wall with a countertop from the late seventies early eighties (gold swirly stuff in it) and ugly ugly brass fixtures on everything.

With this being my first remodeling experience I didn't realize 1. that everything is twice as expensive as you think it might be and 2. you have to pick out so much stuff!~wall color, sink fixtures, shower fixtures, lights, tile, toilet aggghhhhhhhhh

Trevor

Trevor came home with us from the visit to Arkansas/Oklahoma. Seems like so long ago but was just the middle of June. The drive home was scary for a little bit. It is possible we drove through the edge of a tornado. And I found out that NO ONE answers their phone at 9:30am on Sunday morning. I was desperately trying to get a hold of someone to have them check a radar online. Going down I40 in Oklahoma, the clouds came and there was a large (looked like a funnel) cloud but I couldn't really see rotation. All of a sudden the wind came and blew us so hard I thought we were going off the road, then the hail. It was pretty scary because the truckers never stop and put on the hazards. It can be raining so hard you can't see and they are still going 70miles an hour. They stopped this time and that's when I started calling...so mom, jaime and steph if I am calling you at a strange hour on a strange day it's because I might be terrified :)

We had a great time the whole week, Shawn's parents met us at the house when we got in on Sunday and we had a great lunch. Then the week was in full swing, Trevor went to a summer day camp and loved it. I loved it too, there is nothing sweeter than riding in the car every morning and afternoon with a little boy that tells you he loves you to space and forever. But we were so busy I didn't get many pictures which I regret!

But I did get some at the airport, I took Trevor on his first plane ride from Dallas to Little Rock where we met up with mom and Jaime, Steph and Liv. Then Sunday Mom, Trevor and I had a great breakfast with Katie at Ozark something something.....Great chocolate chip pancakes!

Getting ready to board....

He was Mr. Cool, acted like he had been flying forever

We got to LR and had lunch with mom and the girls. Trevor and Liv are too cute together. Thank goodness for Steph and her picture taking abilities because I am constantly missing the action!

Steph capturing the moment, the kiddos were in a very serious conversation and it was the cutest.

Pizza face

Oh Gelato!

That's my sweetheart :)

So busy!

It's been a terrific but busy past few weeks. The girls all came down, including Kylie. I did not realize until Kylie pointed it out that it had been almost exactly 1 year since we had seen each other. We vowed to never let that happen again! I have been friends with Kylie since we were 18 years old and up until I moved to Texas we had probably never spent more than few days apart. Now with her in Seattle and Jaime and Steph in Little Rock we are going to have to do alot of planning to make sure we all see each other every few months. I know I need it, after a weekend with these women I feel rejuvenated!

We spent alot of time just hanging out on the patio. Even in the terribly hot evenings we spent hours and hours talking and catching up. Ms. Livia brought little extra excitement to the weekend.

We took Liv to American Girl for brunch and some birthday shopping. I got Liv an itty bitty baby from American Girl for Christmas, and I hope to make trips to American Girl with Auntie Scarlette a tradition for her. I am going to have to search out something special in Dallas for little boys so Aidan Patrick will always have something fun to look forward to with Auntie Scarlette.

This past weekend was my Granny's 84th birthday, so Shawn and I traveled home to celebrate with her and family. My Granny is a very special lady who I have so many great memories with growing up. We lived very close to her and my Papa and I just adore the lady who could can anything Papa could bring in from the garden and makes quilts so unique and beautiful by hand but with the perfection of a sewing machine.

Not to mention the lady's got style :)

And we brought Trevor home with us for a week. He is going to day camp, which should be a blast for him and is going to have his first plane ride next weekend when he and I will head to Little Rock to meet up with mom and spend some time with the girls once again!

The Remodel

The demolition and remodel of the house has started and there is no turning back now.


Gutted...ewwww



Shower in progress, travertine tile and some drywall


Casey getting away from the stress of it all.

I'll post more when I have time to breathe in between picking out tile, vanities, shower heads, faucets, toilets and paint colors.

A Knight in San Francisco

A few weeks ago Shawn and I went to San Fran for the wedding of a long time friend of Shawn's. They were in the Army together and met in Korea. We had a great time, the wedding was just fabulous and the city....well I am in love with the city.

We had unusually warm weather for April so all of our time was spent outside hiking the hills. If you go I must recommend staying at Hotel Drisco http://www.jdvhotels.com/drisco/?cid=gl_dri it is located in Pacific Heights neighborhood and it is an experience you won't get staying in hotels that are in a more tourist area. It is walking distance to Fillmore, Chrissy Fields, Chestnut and many more cool places.

The wedding was beautiful. Among other cool things like speaking six languages, Joe has been knighted by the Vatican and had the required attire including a sword at his hip. Then off to the dinner at the Presidio officer's club. Joe is Portuguese and has recently moved to Brazil so we had wonderful Brazilian cuisine for appetizers and Caipirinha's!

Then there were the Fado's, Portuguese folk music, one Portuguese guitar, one classic guitar, a bass and a woman singing music that moves you on the inside. It was just mesmerizing.

The next day we spent finding great restaurants and walking Chrissy fields. The sailboats were in full show.

Like I said, I love this place and we will be going back soon very soon!

The View From Gate 14
DECLARATIONS By PEGGY NOONAN

America is in line at the airport. America has its shoes off, is carrying a rubberized bin, is going through a magnetometer. America is worried there is fungus on the floor after a million stockinged feet have walked on it. But America knows not to ask. America is guilty until proved innocent, and no one wants to draw undue attention. America left its ticket and passport in the jacket in the bin in the X-ray machine, and is admonished. America is embarrassed to have put one one-ounce moisturizer too many in the see-through bag. America is irritated that the TSA agent removed its mascara, opened it, put it to her nose, and smelled it. Why don't you put it up your nose and see if it explodes? America thinks.

And, as always: Why do we do this when you know I am not a terrorist, and you know I know you know I am not a terrorist? Why this costly and harassing kabuki when we both know the facts, and would agree that all this harassment is the government's way of showing "fairness," of showing that it will equally humiliate anyone in order to show its high-mindedness and sense of justice? Our politicians congratulate themselves on this as we stand in line.

All the frisking, beeping and patting down is demoralizing to our society. It breeds resentment, encourages a sense that the normal are not in control, that common sense is yesterday. Another thing: It reduces the status of that ancestral arbiter and leader of society, the middle-aged woman. In the new fairness, she is treated like everyone, without respect, like the loud ruffian and the vulgar girl on the phone. The middle-aged woman is the one spread-eagled over there in the delicate shell beneath the removed jacket, praying nothing on her body goes beep and makes people look.

America makes it through security, gets to the gate, waits. The TV monitor is on. It is Wolf Blitzer. He is telling us with a voice of urgency of the Pennsylvania returns. But no one looks up. We are a nation of Willie Lomans, dragging our rollies through acres of airport, going through life with a suitcase and a slack jaw, trying to get home after a long day of meetings, of moving product.

No one in crowded gate 14 looks up to see what happened in Pennsylvania. No one. Wolf talks to the air. Gate 14 is small-town America, a mix, a group of people of all classes and races brought together and living in close proximity until the plane is called, and America knows what Samuel Johnson knew. "How small of all that human hearts endure / That part which laws or kings can cause or cure."Gate 14 doesn't think any one of the candidates is going to make their lives better. Gate 14 will vote anyway, because they know they are the grownups of America and must play the role and do the job.

just funny

This picture has a funny story, I ran across it at work yesterday and it made me laugh. The story behind it is I work in downtown Dallas, but had a meeting in Arlington. When I left for the meeting I headed toward 30 and of course there was a wreck blocking my entrance so my only choice was to go the other direction and exit and turn around, but of course another wreck blocked me there.

So I end up on a different road and I call the office to get some directions there are two or three other roads I am going to have to connect to now to get to my meeting.

Well after some wrong directions and alot of driving I end up about miles past my meeting and many many more miles from Dallas :) If you go from right to left the orange stickers show where I started, where I was supposed to be and where I ended up. Thanks to my colleagues I have this nice map to commemorate the trip, labled "Scarlette travels DFW" :) It was waiting for me at my desk the next day.