Wednesday, February 8, 2012

We Survived Christmas Without Crown Molding, but We had Captain Morgan

Posted by kim on December 26, 2011

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I miss my sensor microwave oven from my other house. My “new” house came with a range hood and a built-in microwave cubby hole. I love the cabinets, even without a built-in spice rack, but Homecrest doesn’t make this style/color anymore for me to get new replacement cupboards to remodel.

I initially asked my construction-management-major brother if we could just move up the middle cupboard (I should have taken a “before” photo), but he didn’t like that idea, saying we won’t be able to find any crown molding to match. He convinced me to buy a valance to replace the cupboards, and we’d install the cupboard doors over the current microwave cubby.

So on Christmas Eve Eve, my family congregated to work on such. Doors were removed from cabinet. Cabinet was thrown in trash. Captain Morgan was being consumed in mass quantity. We find out the doors are a tad too big for cubby. Before they cut out notches to make them fit, I say I want to think about it – maybe we can just leave the space open for cookbooks? My mom goes to buy a new bottle of Captain Morgan.
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We had joy. We had fun.

Posted by kim on March 12, 2008

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Tested out my fire alarms today while charbroiling some Wragge Dogs (local creamery concoction that I like to eat black). Anyway, I’m happy to report that in case of a fire in the middle of the night, I think the whole neighborhood will hear them to wake up.

I lived in my previous home for twelve years, and I can’t say that any of my cupboard doors ever fell off. This house is only a year and a half old, and two of my Homecrest doors have succumbed to gravity…

My broken cupboard door

The above picture was taken in my kitchen, below the sink. The other faulty door is in my master bathroom, and neither were over-used by any means. I couldn’t simply screw them back on as the screw-holes are stripped out. So my brother, who is majoring in construction management in college, tells me how I should fix them with sawdust and wood glue and blah blah blah, and after seeing the reaction on my face, offered to come fix them for me next weekend. Maybe when he’s graduated, I’ll be ready to build House for Kim 2.0 and he can be the contractor.

I’m listening to Seasons In the Sun on iTunes. They just had a question about this song on Jeopardy. What’s the next words after “We had joy, we had fun”. Duh, “We had Seasons in the Sun”. This song always reminds me my good friend’s sister that died in a car wreck when she was eighteen. She loved that song, so they played it at her funeral. What’s eerie is that the song is about a person dying and even says “good-bye Michelle”. Michelle was her friend that was in the accident with her. Rest in peace, Wendy.

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