We were the closest family possible. Our world was turned upside down on 05/03/09 when my best friend, the person I love most next only to our children, my sister Trina was diagnosed with stage IV breast cancer. Her body gave out on her on 01/09/10 but she will ALWAYS be a part of our daily life and will continue to be in my posts. I started my blog to chronicle our daughter's international adoption from Guatemala and have continued to use it as a journal.

What you will find is my family trying to adapt to our new lives that were handed to us.

Thursday, July 19, 2012

Bummer Turned Blissful

Mom and Papa took the kids to the cabin overnight and Norm was working in Seattle today so I had the day to myself. All to myself! What to do?????

I knew exactly what to do.

It was something I've always wanted to do.

After watching "A Perfect Murder" this weekend I was aching to do it.

What was it?

I was going to open both french doors and step outside like they do in the movies. We have three sets of french doors and we always have one of them closed and locked and just use the other one as a regular door. I had in my head that my dream home would have a set of french doors opening to the outdoors so that I could stroll through them. When I saw pictures of our house online I knew it was our house, it had three sets of french doors!!! We have a pair in the dining room opening out to the deck where the hot tub is, a pair in the family room leading out to the deck and an indoor set separating the dining room and family room.

Which to do first?!?! Well, the indoor set has the kids toys stacked on one side so that wasn't going to work. You see I needed to stand in the middle of the doors, open them grandly and walk through. Besides, it's much more dramatic if you walk outside.

I went to the family room since it was all sparkling clean and gasped. We've had this house for more than six years and I hadn't noticed it? I've had this fantasy for years, long before we bought the house and I didn't see it? How could I have not known this? Maybe I had already tried and blocked the horrible discovery from my mind.

What had crushed my heart?

Only one door had a doorknob. 

How the hell can you grandly open a set a french doors when only one door has a fucking knob?

I raced to the dining room and sure as shit, the same problem.

In the wise words of Liz Lemon.......


In the not-so-wise-words of me......

Fuck this shit, I'm doin' it!

So I did. I undid the 63 locks we have on the set of doors, turned the (one) knob and GRANDLY walked through both doors and out onto the deck.

Cross that one off my bucket list!

1 comment:

Jen said...



You just made my WHOLE night!


I should say, almost...

Where the FUCK is my picture of this GRANDIOSE occasion?