The Lone ‘Sand’er

Howdy Folks!  Lone ‘Sand’er here…back from an extremely excitin’ and perilous adventure.  Thank the heavens above for my trusty companion — Dusty.   I honestly didn’t think I’d make it back to share my story.  Before I begin, you may want to set the right mood (listen here).

The Lone ‘Sand’er: Fastest Sander in the West

Ol’ Dusty taking a well-deserved rest after a long journey. 

My story begins in a small, peaceful little town near the mighty Grand River.  Ol’ Dusty and I were awful played out, and I needed a place to hang up my hat for the night.  But fate had other plans.  Wally the Hole — the biggest, baddest, most dastardly desperado you ever did see — breezed into that sleepy little town fixin’ to cause a whole heap of trouble.

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Painting: What I Love to Hate

Today is a day for CELEBRATION (get your groove on here)!!!

Every celebration needs cake, right? 

Wait — I’m actually more of a pie girl.

Mmmm…that’s better.  Virtual slice, anyone?

Okay, now I’m really hungry.  What’s this post about again????  Oh, right, CELEBRATING!  What am I celebrating, you ask???  Well, let me tell you.

Not only is this my 10th OFFICIAL POSTING, I also managed to finish painting both of my kid’s bedrooms during the last few weeks.  Woot woot…(I’m raising the roof, as we speak).  Yes, it’s true, I am super proud of myself.  Honestly, this is the most active I have been in a very long time (you can read all about how I challenged myself to paint two rooms in one month in ‘P’ainted Love).

In honour of today’s celebrations, and due to the fact that this is my 10th post, I thought it would be fun to come up with 10 things I LOVE about painting and 10 things I HATE about painting (can you tell that I have painting on the brain?).

But before that, here are the pictures I promised of Liam’s fancy green (Benjamin Moore’s Rosemary Sprig, to be exact) bedroom.

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The “Hole” Shebang

Over what was a very productive weekend, I, like Robin, the Boy Wonder, played the role of sidekick.  Alas, the hero of this past holiday weekend wasn’t me — it was my handy-dandy husband.

Michael, having a tad more experience in filling holes than I do (wow, that sounded way more crude than I intended — seriously, no double entendre meant), was a total wizard attending to the gazillion holes in Liam’s bedroom walls.

Batman, I mean, Michael working hard. 

Sorry Darling, a hero never sleeps!

Michael really did a bang up job of filling each and every hole in the room (geez, the sexual innuendos in this post may soon rival Chaucer’s The Canterbury Tales, or maybe even the Austin Powers movies).


By contrast, my function as a sidekick this past weekend was clear: walk around the room, provide much-needed encouragement (but don’t actually do much), and repeatedly proclaim…

Holy Holes, Batman!

To prove that I was more than just a pretty face, I took it upon myself to scare off bad guys with my trusty gun.  Well, okay, it was a caulking gun.  And, I actually didn’t scare away bad guys with it, I simply repaired major gaps and cracks in the trim.

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