


Happy Birthday to my main squeeze Steve! He and his twin brother Kevin turn 30 today. We are throwing them a little party where I am sure there will be lots of beer, tons of food and plenty of heckling to get a brother on brother wrestling match going... something it seems men never grow out of?!
There has been some debate around our house about which years are "the best years of your life". My mom says they were her thirties and forties. Some others say it was the best in their twenties. Still others, including me, wish they could return to their childhood from time to time. I choose to embrace being 30 (it was 5 months ago for me) - I am more sure of myself now then ever before, I adore my husband, I have wonderful friends & family, a career and lots to look forward to. Here's to the future!
To Steve: I love you and I hope we never fully grow up!
We have been gripped by the desire to double the size of our little bungalow. By double I mean tear the roof off of the current structure and plop a second story on top of it, what people here refer to as "popping the top". It sounds so simple, right?!
Actually the main reason this topic has come up is due to some beautiful remodels some of our friends have done or are in the middle of doing (Kristen, Kim, Amy & Marlo to name a few). That and the fact that the idea of our very own master bathroom and closets bigger then the tiny phone booths we currently have make us giddy with excitement. I mean jumping up and down flushed in the cheeks giddy! Of course I would really miss the seasonal trekking of our fall/winter/spring/summer belongs up and down the stairs - guess I will just have to go to the gym instead.
Occasional commentary on navigating the remodel of a 1920's bungalow, the first year of marriage and everything in between. Welcome and enjoy!