WUI (Writing under the influence)

Somebody once said we are all Americans, sometimes born in the wrong places.
On a warm autumn day in 1986, while enjoying beer with my college buddies,
I decided to join my new homeland.

I've come to appreciate the ideals that helped create this great country.
Liberalism, political-correctness, multiculturalism and moral equivalence
are destroying it.

This old house Grovenet Wal*Mart Visiting Poland American wine better than French.

Saturday, August 06, 2005

 

Paint job

I started the preparation work on the kids' play room for the new paint job. My wife didn't like the original color. Also, the ceiling hasn't been painted for years. There are also some light water stains from when I built the first bathroom upstairs and had a few "problems" before I managed to tighten all the pipe fittings correctly. There are no water stains (yet) on the ceiling under the second bathroom so I guess I learn my lessons well.

Today, I managed to wash the walls and priming will start tomorrow. The new color is called Rye. In male language it's beige with a little bit of green.
This is a very small room, barely 10x10 so I couldn't take one picture of more than two walls.

All the toys, a 13" TV (the only one we have in the entire house), a stereo, and a DVD player used to sit in this corner on a 10 years old IKEA shelf system. Everything will be back in the same place after painting is done until we build the new family room sometime next year.

The are two doors in this small room because of its strategic location. This is the original door. One of the first projects in this house was door #2. I opened the wall between this room and the kitchen so my wife could always have children under her eye.

Comments:
I was reading Arthur Chrenkoff's goodbye post and your name caught my eye, Krystof, since I once dated a lovely Polish chap named Krystof -- who had never heard of Cary Grant (because of Communism...).

And there's another thing that we share in common.

I too wasn't born in the US, but you'd be hard-pressed to find a more patriotic new American than I.

Well, perhaps today, I've met my match.

Great blog. And many congrats on your little baby girl.

Cheers,
Victoria
 
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