Tuesday, September 27, 2011

Fall and Winter Mean School

Greg and I are back in school. Both of us. However, for most of the week we are 85 miles apart, me in Spokane and him in Pullman. He's at WSU, working up a math storm while I am at EWU driving at least 30 miles a day back and forth, house to school, house to internship, house to agency for meeting, and any number of combinations of those locations. It's been quite the adventure, and I don't think I have ever consistently driven this much. I've been very lucky to locate some kind people who will let me stay at their homes a few nights a week free of charge too. I am grateful for very trusting members of the church.

Due to the winters that have a reputation for being awful, I fear I might be spending more time up here than I anticipated. This would cut back on the driving I do (assuming I don't get stuck in a snow storm), but it would also mean I see Greg less, something neither of us likes much. I currently have a system set up where I can drive up to Spokane Valley for LDS Family Services (LDSFS where I am doing my internship) and back on Mondays. Spend Monday night - Wednesday afternoon in the comfort of my own home, and then drive back Wednesday afternoon to get to my evening class. I then spend Wednesday and Thursday nights here so I can get to work and school, and then I am back home Friday evening. I have yet to implement this plan as this is my second week, and I had a class scheduled irregularly on Tuesday afternoon, but I am crossing everything I can on my body hoping this will work. Today this means I have spent an 8 hour day in the library on campus mostly catching up with friends on chat instead of doing research for the papers and projects I have coming up in the next few weeks. Such is life. Especially when your'e me.

Back to the family, Velma has begun whining incessantly. We make fun of her mostly for doing it; isn't it nice that dog's don't have the same sorts of emotions we do (watch, I'll read this in 5 years and there will be a new study out on the adverse affects of bullying on dogs). Making fun of them and their misfortunes, what German's term as 'schadenfreude', or malicious joy. Hehe.

Anywho, Greg and I are really enjoying Pullman. It definitely has a small town feel, but this does not mean that I haven't been able to get some awesome finds at thrift stores. The most recent and happiest find, a wicker headboard. Picture to come. XOXO.

Thursday, September 8, 2011

New Home Photos

Because I fooled all of you into believing this would be a blog, I feel like I have some making up to do. This is a blog! And it is going to be updated regularly. I know, promises promises. But this should take care of a few months of absence. I have internet now and hours at my disposal for a week and a half.

I feel some pictures are in order. Let me introduce you to our new home in Pullman.

Here is the kitchen (yes, that's an oven from probably the 1950s)

The cabinet in the back of this photo opens up to expose an ironing board. It's pretty nifty.

These are the hinges on all of the antique cabinetry. It's in the kitchen as well as in the hallway on the cabinets (the wood is different. You shall see.)
The Dining Room (I am working on drapes for this room):

The Living Room:
The Bathroom:

The Second Bedroom (still needs quite a bit of work):The Antique Telephone in the Hall (Greg wants to set it up to the internet) :
Our Bedroom:
I love the glass knobs throughout the house. Every door has one.

Cabinets in the Hall (the handles are all glass too)

And this is Frankie, who likes to make sure we don't use the backyard. He is a Labradoodle and roughly the size of a small horse. He barks at us until, thinking it will send us back inside. When we walk towards the door, he follows us, barking all the while. Just when he thinks we're leaving his territory, I walk towards him. He goes running. Clearly, all bark no bite.

So most of you probably won't be visiting anytime too soon, but if you are interested. Let us know, and we'll fix up the extra bedroom/office/space-for-everything-we-don't-know-what-to-do-with. You're always welcome in Pullman.