Tag: Georgia

Porch Pizza Party, Projects & Perhaps a Pyro Partner?

On By SuzIn As blogged by Suz28 Comments

Gird your loins, she’s talking about Georgia, again.

Kidding. This is a safe zone for all your parts.

That title does make me want to pee though…

We had such a nice time on our last visit to GA, but my only complaint is that time there goes by so damn fast. The Coach agrees with me on this. We planned this trip in between two college softball tournaments that he’s assisting with. One in Jacksonville, FL, and one was conveniently located in North Ga, 45 minutes from our home.

In case you were wondering, I’m the Head Coach of Dogs and Domestic duties.

I was so happy to see that the porta-potty has left our home as 99% of the outside projects are complete. BUT now we have started some inside work; replacing the fake doors and converting a workshop into a bedroom and ensuite.

The outside update really deserves its own post as this was a BIG EFFING DEAL. It started around the first of the year and was just completed when we arrived on April 9th. Have I mentioned that the Coach doesn’t know how to do anything on a small scale? The previous owners didn’t use their backyard. We, on the other hand, will have to live in the backyard now.

On the upside, we are keeping a lot of trades in business.

I’ll share more pics when all the furniture has arrived. But here are Lillie and Callie lounging in the Pizza Oven Area; don’t you love how critters can find a slice of sunshine? Of course, they’re also happy that they sampled some pizza crust; I’m not an animal.

They did the same thing on the upstairs screened-in porch. (this was already here, not new to us)

Oh wait. I forgot I did a little video from the new upper deck area to send to the girls showing some of the new upper areas and the new stone lower patio. Patio? Porch? Deck? Whatever…it’s a lot.

He’s a proud peach.

Coach’s Dad and Step-Mom joined us for a few days and we celebrated my FIL’s 77th birthday.

We christened the fire pit on this visit; my FIL, MIL and friend Tito.

It was all fun and games until a giant moth flew into the flames and I threw a hissy fit until someone turned off the gas. Spoiler alert: It was too late for the moth, but now everyone in the vicinity knows how serious I am when I’m trying to save nature.

You can see in the little video the stone fireplace and the firepit. Plus we now have the old-school wood fired pizza oven; I’m starting to think I’m living with a Pyromaniac. Of course, he’s a sweet Pyro, but a pyro just the same.

Anyone else find out later in life your partner is obsessed with something like fire. Or huge decks. Or Fire AND huge decks?

XOXO

Learning New Words And Trying To Survive Normal Human Functions

On By SuzIn As blogged by Suz31 Comments

I want to give a big hug, fist pump and possibly do the Carlton with each of you that wished our Lolo well in her next endeavor. People who encourage others are the bomb. I appreciate your kindness and I’m sure she read each comment.

SAY WHAT?

I really wanted to blog about something important or interesting today, but I didn’t have time to get my act together. And also, I don’t usually do important.

But I did remember that I wanted to let you know I learned a new (to me) word this past week and I almost died on Wednesday AND since that wasn’t exiting enough, I tried to do it again on Thursday. The dying part, not the new word.

See. I’ve been busy.

Last week while in GA I went to look at a potential home for my Aunt and Uncle; they’ve been on the hunt since AUGUST. I’m not kidding when I say a house can be listed and three to four offers come in the same damn day. They’re having a tough time; they’re not the only ones trying to flee the insanity of our world to a safer haven.

The house was newly listed (nine minutes from us!) and they appreciate my input. If you’ve ever been in a room with me while HGTV is on, you’d know that I have a lot to say. If criticizing peoples homes on TV was a sport, I’d have a Gold Medal and lots of endorsement deals.

It was a nice home. Not perfect, but it had potential. It was clean and you can tell it was well taken care of which is not always the case.

Things that AT and I could not get over were the amount of LARGE pieces of furniture, LARGE gilded gold framed artwork and Dead Animals.

I mean, you often see lots of art work. And occasionally dead animals; these homeowners liked both.

Any spot that could fit a piece of art, had a piece of art. Over the pantry door, IN THE LAUNDRY ROOM, over the closet doors. I’m not exaggerating; very ornate shit.

AT and I were looking around, she was standing behind me, both of us trying to digest the decor. I said something along the lines of it’s A LOT, isn’t it?

AT: yes, very Incongruent.

My head spun around like Linda Blair, Exorcist style. WHAT!?

She repeated herself and I let her know that I have never.heard.that.word.

Was I living under a dictionary rock?

I was thinking it was a contradictory decor style; turns out we meant the same thing.

I learned a new word and the whiplash has mostly subsided.

Finally we both decided to give them a pass; maybe they were going for that European Hunting Mansion look. Not sure why, but they were committed to it.

Indeed the homeowners wouldn’t find it to be incongruent at all.

I used IT IN A SENTENCE! Where the hell is my gold ribbon?

BTW: Lolo knew the word; probably learned it when she was seven reading encyclopedias in bed after I read her Winnie the Pooh.

Food Will Kill Me

Wednesday I was on the phone with my Aunt Trisha, discussing the incongruent house and other important things. I was eating a salad at the time and a murderous sliver of onion slid down my throat mid sentence; my throat WANTED to choke, but I held back because it’s rude to do that while on the phone.

I was trying hard to ignore the fact that my throat was struggling to take in air by continuing on with the conversation, but after half a minute I couldn’t fake the fact that I was dying.

I gave up and proceeded to cough for a moment or seventeen.

AT asked if I was ok.

Yes. Choke. Cough. Choke. Ye…Choke…Cough…Yesss.

I just hate the fact that I’ll probably die from eating a salad at my countertop and not something exciting like enjoying puffer fish sushi off the coast of Belize in a 590ft fully staffed yacht.

Kidding. I don’t like sushi.

THE NEXT DAY I was snacking on some grapes. As usual I was multitasking; cleaning and snacking. I bit into a grape, the juice went DOWN my life-breath-throat hole and I started to choke.

For a good minute or so, I choked, coughed and cussed. The dogs were looking at me like I might die BEFORE they got their dinner and that could pose a problem.

WTH

This furthered the argument that I should only consume grapes that have been fermented; I have NEVER choked on wine.

Should I stop eating while alone? Is it time for a life alert?

If I never post again, you can assume I’ve died from a slice of apple and know full well the ‘Old Apple A Day’ adage was a bunch of BS.

I know I have some super smart blogging friends, but if ONE of you can say you didn’t know what congruent or incongruent were, I’ll share my endorsement money with you and we’ll have wine sans grapes!

Also, choking is only funny if you survive. It’s pretty damn scary. Have you choked this week?

XOXO

Thank You & Cuteness Overload

On By SuzIn As blogged by Suz22 Comments

Thank you all for your well wishes, prayers and all that Jazz regarding our Nathan. He completed The Crucible challenge uninjured. He was able to make a phone call on Sunday and of course, who did he call? NOT ME. He called Lolo and they spoke for over an hour. He’s doing well and I know she was so happy to hear his voice. Still, we will not see his face until August.

He did send me a text though, so I still love him.

I will be mostly MIA this week. The Coach and I traveled to our GA place and will be working on some projects and visiting with his Dad who is coming up for the first time.

Spring is IN the air. The trees and flowers are budding and blooming. Guess what else is happening? Butterflies! I’m a bit obsessed with the Tiger Swallowtail. Mostly because I don’t have them in Florida, but also because I’m obsessed with butterflies in general. Am I telling you something you don’t know? HELL NO. But I love that these guys are all waking up from their winters nap just to tell me hello.

Can you visually take any cuteness? I’m just warning you because if you can’t, this will hurt your eyeballs.

This is how they rolled for the first part of our drive. If I weren’t driving, I would have died from the cuteness, but when you’re driving, dying from cuteness is frowned upon.

Speaking of driving: Good Lord, the traffic. I’ve never seen it so bad. Apparently people ARE traveling for Easter/Spring break, but they are driving. It took an extra 2 hours this time. My body was so stressed/tense when I finally arrived to our house. Thank goodness Wine was all the help I needed to de-stress myself.

Callie is absolutely in love with little beds. I never knew. Here I was buying these HUGE and expensive XL beds for her and all she really wants is to curl up like she’s a damn chihuahua.

They love laying in the sun and took the opportunity to share the last sunny spot as it was dwindling. I died right there looking at them. Luckily, the Coach knows CPR and brought me back to life.

And that’s all I have to say about that.

I hope all my sweet friends had a nice Easter.

XOXO

Bee Well.