For the Cleaning and Care of Hooves and Coats

Curious, isn't it? That's what we thought.
Why on earth would there be an equine care product in our garage among the previous owner's belongings?
There certainly isn't room to board horses here.
I like to think there used to be a wild herd of magical tiny miniature horses indigenous only to our canyon and that the former occupants of our house were responsible for their care. Of course, that begs the question, "where did they go?"
The answer I prefer is that the occupant decided they needed a bigger canyon to roam and took them to a better location. But s/he left behind this bottle of product for the cleaning and care of hooves and coats. Hopefully, they picked up a replacement bottle on the way.

Um. Anyway...

After intermittently having internet access over the past few days, our friend from Cox came out to our house (again) to check up on us. Apparently, another house that uses our pole has some bad hardware that sends funny signals to our hardware and another guy who is above our cable guy has to come out to fix the problem. Or something like that. But we have internet and cable for now - woo!

Back to the whole point of the blog...Renovations!

Oh but wait. I have to tell you about the laundromat. I was shamed by Robert May's comment to go to the laundromat up the street. In my defense, it's not that I'm afraid of my neighbors - it's that the laundromat nearest to us is dirty - and I'm kind of a freak about dirty things.
So there I am doing laundry, getting run down by small children playing tag and screaming into the dryers, when this lady comes in with a stroller. No big deal, right? Ha! There was no baby in this stroller. It was full of napkins, plastic forks and food - empenadas, specifically. She was selling empenadas out of a stroller. I loved it. A few minutes later a truck pulled up and a lady got out and opened the tailgate. She came in to the laundromat (I have to add that there is a taco shop next door) and asked everyone if they wanted to buy fresh tamales. Despite my love for tamales, I declined; only because I could visualize my friend Annie (an inspector for the San Diego County Health Department) with a thermometer measuring the holding temperatures of the all the foods...

Okay - renovation, blah blah blah.

Windows -- poorly done by previous owner. Jesse fix. Yay!
Below, the living room windows with the shims put in by Jesse (after sanding away all the joint compound and crud that was trying to cover up the unevenness of the windows.)
Below, our newly leveled and cased windows! The window sill has been Cheeba approved as wide enough for her to play on and jump up to. Notice the potted white flowers, courtesy of Jesica (in addition to the basil plant!) Also notice the rockin magazine rack that I fell in love with at Crate and Barrel.

Speaking of Crate and Barrel, that is where the lovely blue throw pillows were procured. Sadly, now that I'm looking at all of these pictures, pretty much all the furniture belongs to my friend, Emi, who is moving this weekend and will need it all back (shelves, tables, etc.) I guess it's time to hit up craigslist for some new stuff!
Haha - we've only put one thing on the walls so far - it looks a little sad, don't you think?
Below is a sunny view of our new windows. Ignore the brownish crud around them - it came with the house and will be masked by the primer and paint that we apply in the coming months (...years...)
I like my floor. It's super shiny. That, and I wanted a chance to show you the sweet magazine rack again.
We bought our door!!! But we can't paint it (blue) until Jesse buys an airless that actually works (as opposed to the one he bought at the pawn shop then was made to return by me...) Also, we can't install it until we get the stinkin permits -- which we should have by next week -- if the people actually sent the plans to 'historical review' like they were supposed to -- we don't know because they were supposed to call us last week and never did...
(Semi) organized garage!! It took an entire day and the discovery of some really weird things (see blog title.) We also filled up our trash container with garbage left by the previous owner on a Sunday and trash day isn't until Friday!!! Woe is us.
Here's Jesse's reclaimed (see first or second post) work bench all cleaned up. I took a picture because it was the first time I had really seen it all cleaned off and wanted a way to remember it.Jesse's two sweet rides that I doubt will get as much action as they did when we lived in Pacific Beach.
My sweet ride that I miss cruising on ever so much. Check out that bell! I used to ride from Jesse's house to the grocery store then home in the mornings -- ahh, sweet beach cruiser.
And now, for the best thing to happen to me in a long time:



Yes, folks. It is a toilet seat. But it's a wonderful toilet seat. No slamming, no grossness, just a light tap and it slowly descends. I'm trying to train Jesse to give it a tap on his way out of the bathroom (no luck as of yet but these things take time.)

That's it for now!