I finally did it!

I have seen pictures of houses with a room painted with stripes and I absolutely love how it looks but never really dared do it to my own house, just because one false measurement and you are in serious trouble or even worse, what if the paint bled under the tape??? Well, I was sitting in my family room the other day and all the sudden the vision came to me and with a 4 day weekend coming up I just said, what the heck, I am DOING it! And it turned out awesome! It is subtle but lights up the room and adds such a modern twist. Check out the before and afters...

Spur of the moment

When I was eating dinner the other night I decided I was going to stain the rail. After dinner I started taping it off and committed myself. Sometimes I feel bad for Marsh because when I get these itched he kinda just gets roped in and is automatically signed up to help me. Luckily, he is not to resilient as long as I do the taping (he HATES that part). Ignore Brynlee's toys all over the floor in the family room, we are currently training her to pick them up but it is trick training in process.

BEFORE:

AFTER

Pepe le pew

From the title and picture you may all see where this is going, but here it is anyways. Last Sunday night Archimedes started whining, he whined and whined and whined and we had no idea why. We checked on him a few times and everything was fine but he would not shut up. So out of frustration at about 3:30AM Marshall went and let him outside. About 15 minutes later Marshall let him back in and this NASTY smell started circulating our house. Marshall brought Brynlee up to me to see if I though she smelled like she got sprayed like a skunk and it stunk so bad I thought for sure she did until I went down to check if Archy smelled too and I only got about 3 steps in the family room and my nose started burning. I immediately put him in the garage while we figured out what to do. Marsh read online that we need to create a chemistry lab and bath him in peroxide, baking soda and dish soap. Easy enough, as long as you have all three of those ingredients. And of course, we had about an inch of peroxide so that was not going to cut it. Marsh couldn't drive so we got in the car and headed to Harmons, which doesn't open until 6 so we started trying the gas stations. Maverick had it, we paid $2 for 8 oz of which we needed 32oz and of course that gas station only had 2 bottles. Long story short, after we finally got peroxide we went home and Marsh washed the dog and I started looking up what time pet stores opened so we could get him properly bathed with de-skunking shampoo. At this point we were super tired, super pissed and super frustrated. The pet store didn't open until 9 so instead of having Archy freeze in the garage we put him in the basement. Well, he didn't like that and instantly started whining and barking. He did it consistently for 3 hours and we were about to pull our hair out! Marsh was calling every pet store within a 100 mile radius trying to find one that could take him first thing. With the dog whining, us on little to no sleep and our house freezing because we were trying to air out the worst smell in the world, Marshall finally had it and he went down stairs to shut the dog up. In his frustrated haze he accidentally fell down the stairs and in lou of trying to save his foot he laded on his left hand and he said he heard a crack. We laid there regrouping and just taking some deep breaths and then got up stairs and continued to call pet stores, apparently Sunday is bath your dog day and everyone was booked. We finally got Petco to take him at 9 and we took him the second they opened. When we got home I dozed off on the couch and when I woke up I found Marshall dead asleep in the recliner and Brynlee dead asleep in the middle of the floor, sprawled out like she was dead. It was a rough morning to say the least.

Back to Marshall's hand. So, Marshall has been riding one of those wheeled scooter things that you rest your leg on and push with your other leg and apparently it is pretty touchy because he keeps taking spills. Well, he took a spill that broke the cast on his foot and the only time they could fit him in to get a new one was the time he had schedule for the x-ray of his hand. It is kind of hard to see the crack in his x-ray but it is a triangle and you can sort of see one side of it just above his knuckle.

So now the guy has to deal with a broken cast on his foot for another 5 days until he has a follow up appt. and the doc it going to put him in a walking boot. The results from the x-ray showed that he broke the crap of his hand right about his ring finger. So now he has a bandagey cast thing on his right foot and a bright green hard cast on his left hand. He is falling apart.

Marshy is very very broken

Back in July of 2011 Marshall fell off a climbing wall (with no harness) and landed directly on his right foot. We immediately got it x-rayed and the doctor said nothing was wrong. After months of his foot still hurting Marsh started to get really frustrated and decided to go to a different doctor. This doctor told him that he needed to go to physical therapy. So after two months of that and no results Marsh was starting to get pissed. He went back to the doctor and demanded he get an MRI. Well, it is a good thing he did. His ankle was MESSED up and required surgery. So a few weeks ago I took Marsh to the hospital and the doctor said it would be about a 2 hour surgery with a 1 hour recovery, this was at 1PM. So at about 6:30, when I hadn't heard anything I started to get seriously worried. It was at the Surgical center in the Avenues in SLC so it is a smaller facility and everyone had gone home besides the doctors working on him and the nurse and I didn't know where they were so I just waited... waited... waited...waited. At about 7 thedoctorcame in and said he could not believe how bad it was and once he got in there it just kept gettingworse. I finally got to go back and help Marsh with recovery and he did not come out of the anistesia very well. He was throwing up the entire hour he was there, he threw up on the car ride home and he sat in the drive way for another 20 minutes throwing up when we got home. Poor guy. He has been wrapped up with instruction to put NO weight on it for 2 weeks. But don't worry, he has had a great nurse.