Metal Meredith

See, I shouldn’t make resolutions

This weekend, Phil and I tore sheetrock off of a wall in our house. Today, happily, someone is coming to asses the damage and begin to fix it.

When we moved into this house, we knew there were several many things that needed to be changed. Although not as extensive as my friends’ ambitious project, this is by far the biggest project yet. Phil and I fixed the bathroom earlier this year. There are a few other projects, not limited to carpet replacement and painting every wall, that were done almost immediately. But there is still a lot to do.

When my Grandfather offered to fund the wall removal project as a late Housewarming present, we graciously accepted. Now, we are living with construction and I am not sure for how long.

In lieu of this new and surprising development, we will be postponing the kick off of Tuesday Night Friends and Family Dinners for about a month. This kills me, because if I don’t go ahead and do it soon, I am afraid I will find many reasons to continue to push the date back. Much like I do with dentist appointments. I know that the first one will be experimental and strange, but those that follow will only get easier and more comfortable.

Speaking of comfort, last I left you Phil was hiding something from me. It turns out he had been busy planning a trip to London and Amsterdam for us this spring. I am not one to brag or to run screeching in delight to the phone to call all my friends, so I think everyone assumes I am not excited. I am. However, I am also really bad about my comfort zone. Sadly, as I am learning, I am much less adventurous that I want to be. I am hoping that this will be my introductory trip abroad, as I have only ever been to Tijuana and everyone knows that doesn’t count as ‘out of the country’. In case you still need me to spell it out for you, Phil is a very, very good husband.

(Phil also took me to PF Changs for dinner that night, where we perused travel books, talked possibilities and future plans and I flirted shamelessly with our waiter – Hi Nate!)

Last on my little update post, Vivienne was just moved out of her crib this week. At 2 and a half, this was a big deal. I loved the baby cage and she didn’t mind it, but she was simply getting too big for it. Now we are in a constant rotation of put into bed, get out of bed, put back into bed, sleep. It is working right now. Joy or joys.

There are new photos from Christmas in the July – December 2005 section and new photos of the kittens and Vivienne’s new room in the January – June 2006 section. Enjoy!