Having the chance to utilize a backyard for grilling, yard games, and hanging out was one of the main reasons Kelly & I chose to rent a house. Despite the yard work that tags along, having a patio/backyard is a 100% improvement over having nothing at our old place.
One downfall: we had to build our own patio area. As much as many of you view myself & Kelly as home-improvement masters & DIY goddesses, laying thirty 40-pound cement pavers on the ground isn't as easy as it seems.
Problem 1.) I somehow envisioned us transporting all thirty stones in my car: a 2006 Nissan Altima. No dice, genius.
Problem 2.) My mom and Shawn had to save our asses with their brand new Harley Davidson themed truck. This probably wasn't how they wanted to use their new investment.
Problem 3.) I can hardly lift a 5-pound hand weight in each arm every time I work out. (6 days a week, in case you were wondering......)
Problem 4.) My hands hurt after the ceremonious landing of the first stone on the sand/dirt and I wanted to give up right away.
Problem 5.) We didn't exactly follow my mother's instructions that guided us to "make sure the ground is even." It's not. You can even tell how uneven via photo below:
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| nice, right? |
Despite the instability of the patio, we will probably neglect to fix it & set our patio furniture down anyway.
Also, we picked up a grill. It's the cheapest/smallest one we could find. It's charcoal. .....Do you know how to use a charcoal grill? Who knew the coals don't stay visually ignited in flames the entire time? Kelly risked her life by using half a can of lighter-fluid until Google search results informed us that the coals just needed time to heat. WHO KNEW?
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| This is a classy koozie (Kelly's.) And that is our precious little grill, cooking some chicken to perfection. Also, you may notice we don't have our patio furniture at the moment so we upcycled some plastic bins for footrests. |
First night of grilling = a success. Who wants to bring some steaks and kabobs over so we can grill a friendly feast?
This past weekend, Kelly & I attended a baby shower for our friend, Alycia. I have never seen a more adorable mother-to-be, seriously. She is the cutest. She and David recently purchased a home in the Benson area of Omaha & it was the first visit for both Kelly & myself. I know I keep saying "cute," but seriously.... CUTEST house. It has the perfect balance of modern updates and vintage/retro charm. I'm jealous. If they ever move out, I think I'll be first in line to take residency. :)
Great food, laughs, mimosas, and fun in the sun were all inclusive at the event. It was the perfect Sunday afternoon and it was great to see all of our girls. (Can we do that more often, please?!)
Kelly & I put a little bucket of baby goodies together. We also made a shadow box for the new baby boy's room.
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| Emily and Corrie found some adorable iron-on appliques. We also attempted to use fabric markers... Mine ("Owl Always Love You") looks like the work of a 2nd grader. My bad, Baby Cooper. |
If you had ever walked through our house, you may have noticed the awkward positioning of our living room furniture. We decided to rearrange this week & I feel like it's a whole new world.
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| Dougie looks like she was photo-shopped in there. We have so much room for activities! |
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| I finally got to showcase this beaut. It belonged to my mom's fiance/eternal manfriend's aunt who passed away. Isn't it awesome? |
How many of our readers had Xanga blogs back in the day? If you did, try to find that old online shame-blog. Prepare to feel humiliated. Kelly & I read through ours last night and I felt so embarrassed for Kylie circa 2005-2006. Did firehotquotes.com narrate my entire life? Why did I listen to Lindsay Lohan and Ashlee Simpson? Why did I find it necessary to post the lyrics to SIX Carrie Underwood songs in one entry? I'm so ashamed.
I'm going to keep that available so I can go back to ensure my life HAS improved whenever I'm in doubt.
Henderson out!
(this was my Xanga tagline, like Ryan Seacrest. .... I was a mess.)
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