Friday, July 17, 2015

Cat Supervisors, Mystery Poop, And Other Adventures in Renovations

It was time.
I was going to take out the carpet in the laaaast room that still had it.

Why?
Well, let me tell you something about cats.
I have FIVE indoor cats...
... and whenever their tums are feeling a little upset?


They mew, "To the carpet!"...


...and head upstairs to the last remaining bit of 
non-easy-to-clean flooring.


Rocky, posing by one of the many, many barf stains
on the bedroom carpet.

Besides, my bedroom was so blah.
White walls; off-white carpet,
and a queen-sized bed with a noisy, janky frame.


I feel like I'm cheating with this dreary "before" picture,
but it's the only one I have.

So, while the Sweet Man was away,
I moved all the furniture out, make a solo trip to Ikea for a new bed,
bought some flooring and paint,
and tore up the carpet.


Gah, I'm sneezing just looking at those nasty things.

The cats, btw, decided to honor the demise of the carpet
with one last bit of barf.


You don't need a close-up, but it's the blob in the lower left corner.

The day after I got the carpeting out, 
The Girl showed up to help.


She was a sweaty DIY angel.


And she wasn't the only one to "help":
check out this time-lapse The Girl did while building the Ikea bed.
Crazy kitty Minnie (for whom this blog is named)
thought that since I had upgraded to a king-sized bed because the cats
were being bed hogs, The Girl obviously needed her help.


Seriously, watch it.  It's a hoot.

The results?


Soooo pretty!

Here's one with actual furniture in the room.


One of my favorite things we did was this window treatment.
Of course I found it on Pinterest.
The sun just makes the colors glow in the most wonderful way.



And speaking of windows...
y'all won't BELIEVE what I found on the roof when I crawled
out the window to wash the other side.

POOP!
ON THE ROOF!!!


"Poop!" I kept bleating.
"POOOOOP!!!"



I feel you, Angela.

"Why does it bother you so much?"
The Girl asked, sensibly.
"You deal with poop all the time."

Which is true -- I'm a mom, gardener, and a pet owner.

But this was different.

"It's mystery poop!" I said.
"MYSTERY POOP!"



But enough about the mystery poop.
What else did I do in the bedroom?

I hung my quilting masterwork on one wall.



All handmade.  It took me over two years.

I upgraded Minnie's bed from this...



... to this.



I tied the two together, so it wouldn't scootch around for her.


Rocky got a new bed, too,
since this cushy blanky had been lining a cardboard box.


All the other cats have been trying out the new bed, too.

Instead of using a worn quilt,
 I put a nice yellow rug from World Market at the end of the bed.


Jackie approves.

And watching over us all, the patron saint of special needs cats,


If you're not familiar with the one and only Lil Bub,
go check out her Instragram.




I luff her.

Did I get everything done before the Sweet Man got home?
Pretty much.



The Girl said, "I thought we'd have time to do yoga,"
while I confessed, "I thought we'd get to Pitch Perfect Two."
Neither of these happened, 
but despite our aches and pains and bruises...



(my knees)

... it was worth it.



***   ***   ***

Now!
For some actual tips,
for those planning to try a floor
made with Allure vinyl tile from Home Depot.

If you need to take just a skoosh off one area,
tile nippers work great.


Pick up one of these steel square jobbies to cut your ends,
preferably 8" x 12".
If you get one too big, it will be a pain;
too small, and it won't go all the way across.


To make your stencil/templates for cutting these tricky bits,
use the waxed paper that separates the pieces in the box.
They won't stick to the sticky edges!


Watch out for the little bits of clippings!
If a tiny piece like this gets under your piece,
it will show through more and more as time goes on and you step on it.
Vacuum, vacuum, vacuum,
and keep brushing your hand along where a panel will go, 
looking for and removing stray vinyl, pebbles, or staples.


When you're laying the floor,
put boxes all along where you're going to work
and pull from them as you go.

It took me a couple of jobs,
but I finally realized, duh,  it was a lot more work
to drag along one of the heavy boxes until it was empty.


Allure, weirdly, does not make transition strips to go with their flooring.
(Transition strips are those pieces of wood that go along the bottom
of a doorway, to transition from vinyl to tile or carpet or whatever.)

See the underside of a standard transition strip?



It's way too high for the Allure vinyl.
It just teeters about a half inch above the flooring.


So I break out the tile nippers...


... easily pull some of the tall bit off...


put a bead of strong glue along both outside edges...


... and set the now-shorter middle part in the prepared "channel"
between the two edges of flooring.
I weigh it down while it dries...




... and it ends up looking quite professional.


I'm not exaggerating, it took me about three hours to do
three transition strips.  They're tricky buggers.

THIS IS IMPORTANT.

If something bugs you, 
deal with it right away.

Otherwise, you'll just get sorta-used to it,
and it will irritate you for-ev-er.
Take care if it while you have momentum!


There was a little corner that didn't stay all the way stuck on the adhesive.
so I immediately pried it up,
added some strong glue, and weighed it down.


I hear some people actually use these weights for "fitness"?
Huh.

Last of all,
whatever you do when clearing out a room,
don't forget to pack up your cats.


Saturday, July 11, 2015

A New Profession, Perhaps?

I opened the cabinet under the sink recently to find...

ACK!!! 
a major leak.

The pipes around the garbage disposal had gone all cuckoo-bananas, 
and since a whoooole lotta cat food had gone through the disposal...


... the puddle small lake looked something like the swamp 
the Weasley twins had left behind in Order of the Phoenix.

Portable Swamp, by Gnatkip

(Fred and George's sassy flight from Hogwarts is my favorite part
of Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix.)

But I'm a handy girl, 
and soon had all the pipes neatly replaced.



Since I had the cabinet cleared out, I figured I'd get my
Pinterest on and make the area tidier.

I saw this...

Under-sink storage | Modern utility room ideas | Utility room | PHOTO GALLERY | Ideal Home | Housetohome.co.uk

... but couldn't find any rods that were the right size.

I found this....



... but the dang thing didn't fit.


(I swear, nothing in this house is standard.)

So I screwed a couple of hooks into the door...


... scrounged up a wooden dowel and cut it to the right length...


... tried to nail some buttons to the ends to keep the dowel from sliding...


... then realized that this was not only twee,
but also impossible, since the buttons kept breaking.

Instead, I sensibly found some electrical tape...


... and taped it to the ends to keep the rods in place.


And since there's never a bad time
to be reminded of an awesome movie...


...I added a li'l quote to the container that holds the bug spray.


Hey, y'know what?
Maybe if this whole teaching thing doesn't work out,
I can try the plumbing career path.


Thursday, July 2, 2015

Summertime, And The Livin' Is Lazy

  Hey...


Hey...


 Heeeeey....


Watcha doin'?



This has been a production of
"Me and the Internets,"
which can be seen every day, 
all day,
in my house.

Saturday, June 27, 2015

Why The Worried Face, Minnie?

What's up, Minnie?


Are you wondering about the blog name change?

Yes, this blog used to have a name
that was just the teensiest bit saltier.

But now I have my teaching credential...


... and I don't want a student doing a web search
and sharing on the playground that
Ms. P. used a bad word!!!

Picture

Btw?
Why am I covering my face with my credential in that photo?

Because I went to this event in the morning
and you can imagine what my hair looked like once 
I took off my wig!


Tuesday, June 16, 2015

Goodbye To The Cohort

My countless half-dozen followers know that 
I've spent the last nine months student teaching.

The journey has been grueling;
if the path to my BA was like going on a 5K Fun Run...



... then getting my credential was like an Iron Man Marathon.



"Jaysus, bring me sweet death."

It was the hardest thing I've ever done,
but one of the things that made it possible
was the thirty-one other student teachers
with whom I spent the last year.


A handsome bunch.

I met this group of fellow student teachers back in August.
Through a school glitch,
we were the largest group to go through the program.
We would hear this fact ("There's so many of you!")
with eye-rolling frequency... 


...but we turned it to our advantage.

Crammed into a room more suited for twenty-four students,
we developed the camaraderie that can come from dealing
with a stressful situation with humor rather than sourness.

We decorated the room with banners and our artwork,
carpooled, ate together, and cracked each other up with
just the words "schwa", "eleven," and "gefilte fish."



"No, YOU gefilte fish!" 

Our motto was, "We laughed, we cried, we did origami,"
in honor of our much-loved math teacher who finished each class
with a new origami project.



Our graduation was a month ago,
and gave me one last opportunity
to spend a happy few hours with the cohort.
I handed out WWFD? bracelets
(another in-joke that stood for What Would Finland Do?)...



and after shouting "Schwa! Schwa! Schwa!" one last time,
we headed to the area where we would receive our...
empty tubes that a diploma would normally be in.

(Since we earned credentials, we didn't actually get diplomas.)


To give you an idea of my affection for this group,
despite coming from a generation where the only ink a woman sported
was a reminder written on her palm with a Bic...



... if they said, "Let's all get matching tattoos!"
I'd say,
"Let me get my car keys."