The Things We Do For Love

February 14, 2014

From Janelle:

This is my long-standing opinion on skiing and I do it only as Lewis loves it so much.

1)      Layer as many clothes on as you can and still move.

2)      Cram your feet into the most uncomfortable, hard, shin bruising boots you could ever imagine.

3)      Push bruised shins hard against the plastic boot tongues so toes are not impaled into boot tips.

4)      Pile on headband, beanie, gator, goggles, and gloves.

5)      Be sure NO skin is exposed to air.

6)      Lug skis to lift walking like an astronaut in hard boots, shins throbbing.

7)      Hold on to hand railings at all times when presented as not to fall on ass while careful not to clobber anyone with skis on shoulder.

8)      Crab crawl to ski lift.

9)      Expose skin to air to cool off.

10)   Scramble onto lift and don’t fall.

11)   Sit calmly while lift stalls halfway up the mountain, wind howls and snow pelts against face.

12)   Re-cover all skin with now wet clothing.

13)   Exit lift without falling.

14)   Traverse down mountain in white out-condition, unable to see more than ten feet ahead, panting and nauseous from vertigo.

15)   Stumble into lodge for a drink to warm up.

16)   Try to figure out why your husband is smiling from ear to ear. 

From Lewis:

Smiling because you looked hot… bundled up from head to toe and covered in snow and I know you’re only out there because you love me.

What do you do for your significant other that you would never do on your own just ‘cuz you love them?

They called me Darth Vader

They called me Darth Vader

Cold and snowy

Cold and snowy


Let It Snow, Let It Snow, Let It Snow, Somewhere Else!

December 15, 2013

From Janelle:

This is the time of year I’m most grateful that we live where we live and not on the east coast where blizzards blanket everything in sight although we have had issues in central California with freezing temperatures and icicles clinging devastatingly to damaged citrus.  One grower commented that the fruit can withstand the frosty temperature although it is normally not this cold this early.  Forty-six degrees during my morning commute is BRRRRRR, COLD for us.

The week before the Mixology Party my new fabulously cozy radiant floors weren’t emanating their usual comfyness but I thought that Lewis was messing with the thermostat.  I had hoped that the new system would eliminate the turn it up turn it down turn it up turn it down battle and it has to some extent but my house is not as welcomingly warm as I had hoped when Lewis is home.



By Saturday reluctant acknowledgement that the radiant heat was indeed, not heating resulted in an emergency call to the furnace guy who was unfortunately tied up.  He did, however, volunteer to come Sunday but since the party was over by then we agreed on Monday when he reported back that someone had unplugged the unit attached to the water heater in the garage.

Mortified that he had come out for something so ridiculous but relieved that he hadn’t made a weekend visit I called Lewis and asked if he had any idea who could have done such a thing.  “Well, I think that it might have been me.  I unplugged something, wasn’t sure what the cord attached to and forgot to plug it back in.”



From Lewis:

What!!  I’m finally responsible for something I did do.  All I can say is oops shit happens.  I thought Janelle had overworked the heater system even though the temperature was only as low as the 60’s before last week but I did forget to replug the heater system when I needed an outlet the other day. Soooo  sorry.


White IS a Color

September 21, 2013

From Janelle:

A blogger that I read regularly and enjoy dissed me. Well, maybe not me personally but dissed my beautiful white kitchen.

Caitlin Kelly of Broadside wrote “It also means making a shitload of spend-y and permanent decisions: tile, counters, sink, faucet, flooring, walls, lighting, appliances. No wonder so many people freak out or hire a designer or just choose all-white as the safest default.” 

No problema, I don’t dig beige or off white.  We all have to float our own boats, rights?

Ok, so I played it a little safe by opting out of wood on the front of the island but once the bar stools are in place, they will shine against the vast whiteness.

White is not boring, it is not unimaginative, it is not chosen due to lack of style.  White IS a color and it is beautiful.    It is a commitment to design, not a cop out.  White is modern and clean and stark or warm and uncluttered.  I LOVE white kitchens.  “Gutsy”, “ballsy” and “bold” are the words most used to describe my new home by guests.  An orange wall and boob knobs are not for the faint of heart.

As the kitchen is visible from the living room, it could have screamed “look at me” but it does not and fades into the background as intended. We have done a damn fine job of cleaning up but there may be a time when that doesn’t happen and who wants to look at dirty dishes when you walk in the front door?  The ginormous sink performs as designed; remnants of an entire meal are thrown in and no one takes note.  Occasionally a pan or griddle is left on the gas range and guess what, no one notices.  Why?  The kitchen is white.  The bar backsplash is orange, the furniture will be orange and lime green and the eye is drawn everywhere but to the kitchen.  I rest my case.

From Wikipedia:   White is the color of pure sunlight.. White light can be made by putting all the other colors of light on the spectrum together…. red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, and violet.  I had no idea, no wonder I like white so much.  ALL my favorite colors are in it.

Wikipedia continues: White is linked with light, goodness, innocence, purity, cleanliness and virginity.  It is sometimes thought to be the color of perfection.   The opposite of black, white usually has a positive connotation.  White can stand for a successful beginning. In heraldry white depicts faith and purity.  White is linked with coolness and cleanliness because it is the color of snow.  …angles are usually imagined wearing white clothes.  

From Lewis:

A white and open kitchen also means I am followed around wiped up after. But after all if white is also linked to goodness and innocence it answers the question as to why I look good in it.  I do like the fact that after we are done using it and don’t want to do a complete clean up, we just put everything in the sink and wake up to it.

From Janelle:

He forgot to mention that his beautiful white halo is held up by little red horns!

What’s not to LOVE about white?







From Wikipedia:

This box shows the color white.

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