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Today is August 18, which means I have gone a whole summer “meaning to blog”, “planning on blogging tomorrow” and telling people that “the blog will be updated soon”, but not actually blogged. (Unless you count paying $127 to recoup my domain name after I unknowingly let it expire. I am still shocked that no one scooped up “yrppies”; it is brilliant.) While Yrppies and I have remained estranged over the summer; Pinterest and I have only strengthened our relationship. We compiled a fabulous menu of tasty “easy weeknight” dinners, decided 30 days is all I need to get the ass back that I thought was fat in college, and devised a list with of 15 MUST DO DIY projects that make Pottery Barn executives cringe. As of today I am officially out of summer vacation days. Like many teachers tomorrow is my first day back, and while my Pinterest boards are full of fabulous things that I will probably never make; I will not feel accomplished unless I get ONE blog post done before school starts. So here it is (I work to deadlines :)).

I am not sure where to start as so much has happened since my last post in October. The past year and a half has been a whirlwind of barely contained chaos that I tried desperately to control. The universe kept putting me in my place though, reminding me that I don’t call the shots in renovations, relationships, work, childbirth or anywhere else. We did not move into the Yrppies’ homestead until the end of January, much later than I had planned. There is still a ton of work to be done, both inside and outside, but the house has definitely become a home over the last 7 months. I have been dutifully taking pictures of projects completed to document all the “fun” we have had.  Now that I have finally faced my fears and opened WordPress I am determined to carve out a little blog time each week to share what we have done, what we are doing and what we are planning to do as the renovation process continues.

Something we “did” last summer definitely derailed my goal to update Yrppies this summer (*inappropriate pun alert, as long as one person laughs it was worth inserting…). I did spend enough time on the computer this summer to accomplish my updating goal, but could not execute it due to the fact that most of the time I only had one available hand to type. You can blame the little angel face in the picture below. She is a wiggly boob-fiend who requires one hand while nursing. Blogging one handed=ineffective use of time. Pinning one-handed=successful multi-tasking.

Peek a boo! I see you!

Peek a boo! I see you!

Philippa (Pippa) Wren was born on March 19, 2013 at 7:33 PM. She was 7 pounds 3.6 ounces of baby love and 20.5 inches long. She was a few weeks weeks early (ready or not!) which did deter some of our progress and plans for the house in the spring, but we would not have it any other way. At a later date I will share the details of her early arrival; I want to meet my deadline and still have things to get ready for the first day back tomorrow, but know that the Yrppies’ household is completely smitten with this adorable little lady. Well maybe not the whole household, sometimes these two have secret conversations about sending her back.

New allies brainstorming how to get rid of furless puppy who is always attached to mama.

New allies brainstorming how to get rid of furless puppy. 

Guess who’s back. Back again.

Happy Sunday!

This morning I woke up around 7 AM and decided it was time. It has been months. It feels like years. The public has been clamoring for updates and pictures (basically my friends are nosey :)), but I have not been able to pull myself together and make time for one more thing. This morning I put on my big girl panties made a hot cup of coffee with a big scoop of Nutella and then spent 20 minutes trying to remember the password to my WordPress account. It has been a while. I ended up having to change it. It must be the baby brain.

Baby brain?!?!?! Yes that is correct. The week before my last post we found out we were expecting. Due date April 7th. An exciting birthday present, but I could have done without the all-day “morning sickness”. We still had a great time at the Mumford & Sons concert; I drank anything alcohol-free and carbonated; the hubby drank beer. Thankfully the worst of the morning sickness held off until we got back. Just in time for school to start, yippee!

At that point things got a little crazy, maybe slightly overwhelming. First trimester nausea, beginning of the school year stress and in-progress renovations left little time to blog. Not to mention we started back at our part-time job right around the same time. Basically something had to give and Yrppies took one for the team. Even as the morning-sickness has disappeared, work-craziness and renovation-induced single-mommyhood has left me in state of reaction rather than “pro-action” (not sure if that is a legitimate word…).

So many blog-worthy opportunities have been missed in the last few months, but do not worry; I plan to bring you up to speed. For now I will summarize:

  • No, we have not moved yet. The day is closing in though (my loving sister already started packing us up).
  • Yes, this has been a pretty hellish experience.
  • No, we are not divorced, but I think that in the list of life-experiences that cause you to want to rip your loved one’s eyes, renovations are at the top.
  • Yes, the hubby is super-human and has done majority of the work (As I type he and my incredibly patient mom are painting the second floor rooms; I would be helping but the house is wrapped up tight like a Tyvek-covered Christmas surprise. Currently there are no windows to provide ventilation…this is a story worth its own blog post so I will just let that be for now.)

In closing, I will share a few pics of the progress that has been made over the last 6 months. Looking at these makes me realize how far we have come, and not panic as much about how much is left to do.

Living room BEFORE; stairs on left-hand side

Stair-shoot from the living room

Stairs in living room sans paneling and insulation

Living room shot AFTER dry-wall; stairs on the left

Stairs from living room after dry-wall

And now for a sneak-peek at one of our favorite parts of the whole house:

Sneak-peek at NEW KITCHEN DOOR!

As you can see lots has happened in the last few months. The hubby has been building a house and I have been building a baby. And the child, well she has just been building up a complete resistance to listening and driving me batty.

She thinks she is a model…

Mismatched socks are “her thing” and drive me crazy

No idea.

Hope all has been well in your world and I look forward to keeping you updated on ours!

Happy Halloween!

Happy Birthday Day to ME!

Yesterday was my birthday. I am not 35. I will just leave it at that. Since it was my birthday, I gave myself permission to abandon my Photoshop project (not much headway had been made anyway, yikes is that a difficult program to teach yourself!), and instead took the child and got our nails did.  We ended up having a great day, we did a mommy and Maggie afternoon full of Thai food, fro yo, manis & pedis and a quick stop at the make-up store.

The child dressed herself for the occasion; t-shirt, jean skirt and her trusty leprechaun-stomping shoes. I cannot wait until she grows out of them.

This face is still adorable even with the crusty, poison ivy around her eye.

Last night we celebrated by eating home-made carrot cake cupcakes made by my incredibly talented sister and watching this hilarious video more times than I care to admit (I actually had to take a break after the 5th time of narrating, the child figured out how to hit “REPLAY” on YouTube. Sorry Farmhouse 38, I cut her off after the 15th replay.) You can check out the whole post here: http://farmhouse38.wordpress.com/2012/08/09/tiny-warrior/

I wish I could tell you I had a post about how the renovation is going or that my chair reupholster tutorial is done, but neither is true. The hubby and I are getting ready to head out the door for a birthday road-trip. We are so excited!!! A few months ago, I got tickets to Mumford & Sons Gentleman of the Road Stopover tour in Bristol, VA/TN. I cannot wait for a weekend full of music, beer and mommy/daddy time. One thing I am not looking forward to is the hotel/motel we are staying in (no it is not a Holiday Inn, yes that song plays in my head anytime I use the word hotel or motel). It costs 52/night. I am taking my own sheets.

I hope you all have a wonderful weekend! I am crossing my fingers that this music bound road-trip ends better than the infamous 2010 FarmAid Milwaukee trip. About half way through the 14 hour drive out to Milwaukee we hit a milestone with our Honda Civic, 250,000 miles. This took place right outside of South Bend and was a big deal. The hubby pulled the car over, we had a little celebration, took some pictures, and the continued on our way.

A milestone for our little black car, 250,000 miles

We had a great weekend, and then on the way home, in the pouring down rain on I80, mommy got the first buck in the family.

RIP little black car, we still miss you

I cried for the deer and the car. The hubby cried for the car. The truck driver behind us made sure we were okay and then asked if he could have the deer.

I will share with you on Monday how our weekend goes. We enjoy road-trips together, surprisingly we get along rather well when trapped in a car. What are you doing this weekend? Any road-trips or concerts planned?

The Big Reveal; what fabric did I choose?

Hello all, the long-awaited reveal is here. I apologize for the wait; Monday I was supposed to reupholster, but I needed one set of hands to stretch and one set of hands to wield the staple gun. I tried to get the 4-year old to help, but it just did not seem worth the $200 co-pay at the emergency room. My other option was the dogs, damn evolution and their non-opposable digits. I told them they need to start earning their keep, all they do is lay around, eat, shed and bark.

“What do you mean I have to earn my keep? As soon as you get that new fabric on I am going to figure out a way to lay my short-haired, yet sheds constantly body all over those chairs.”

Since no one was available to help on Monday, I had to wait until yesterday for some available adult human hands. My prayers were answered by my very close and very crafty friend, Julie. I hesitate to type the word “crafty”, as that word does not begin to cover her multi-tasking skill set. Julie goes beyond crafty, this girl can install a toilet and change a tractor tire with one hand, while processing a bushel of tomatoes and sewing a peacock Halloween tutu with the other. She is ah-maze-ing. And she probably has arthritis after all the fabric pulling I made her do yesterday. However, the chairs turned out fantastic, and it was a blast.

I wanted to share pics with you last night when we were done, but I had a technical glitch trying to load them into our newly acquired Photoshop program. Luckily, I was able to fix the issue today, and once I figure out how to use Photoshop (on tonight’s agenda) I will post a step-by-step tutorial so you can reupholster your own dining room chairs. Trust me, you are going to want to find some $7 chairs at a flea market and make them your own after you see how mine turned out.

So without any further ado, here are the new, old chair seats:

Newly reupholstered chair seats

What do you think? I have decided not to paint these; I really like the bright, bold print with the dark wood. Instead, I plan to do some more Craig’s List/flea market hunting and find 4 MORE wooden chairs that are not as nice. I am going to paint those a green or red to coordinate with the newly reupholstered seats. We are planning to get a big, farm-style table, so we will need more than 4 chairs, and I really like the idea of some painted and some not.

As a reminder here is what they used to look like:

Chair-before new fabric

And here are what they look like now, we decided to highlight each design in the fabric.

Chair #1

Chair #2

Chair #3

Chair #4

So what do you think? I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE them. I am sure they would have looked as equally awesome with some of the other fabrics, but am so happy with the one I chose. Let me know your thoughts in the comments below, I love hearing from you!

Weekend Wrap-up: Choosing Fabric & Moving Boxes

I hope everyone had wonderful weekend, ours was a very productive one. On Saturday the child and I went fabric shopping, and on Sunday we moved boxes…again. Hopefully for the last time, the next time they are moved it should be to unpack them. We are running out of friends to move our stuff :).

Let’s start with the hot, sweaty, no-fun part of the weekend. Moving stuff. Again. I mentioned last week that we needed to empty the attic so the spray foam could be sprayed. To lighten the load (literally), I bribed my mom and some wonderful friends with crabs and beer in exchange for manual labor and sweat. Lots, and lots of sweat. (There were torso sweat marking the sides of boxes.) The hubby got up bright and early Sunday morning and headed up to the Yrppie homestead to remove the tub from the shanty bathroom to make room for boxes. By the time we arrived, my beast of a husband had ripped out the carpet that smells like urine and had lugged the cast iron tub OUTSIDE. HE IS A BEAST.

Here is what it looked like before the beast was released:

Shanty Shower

Shanty Room with urine carpet (this is from last summer, there is no AC unit in the window now)

After the beast was released:

Missing shower, cast iron tub and wall to wall carpet

Shanty room without carpet

Obviously I missed the point of this picture and did not get a good shot of the uncarpeted floor, but you get the point. We had to move everything that my sister and her boyfriend had helped us move to the attic two weeks ago, back down the attic stairs, and then down the main flight of stairs. We also had to squeeze an attic-full of stuff into two small spaces, the shanty bathroom and shanty laundry room. I remembered to take pictures of the attic once we had it half empty, but you get the idea:

Hubby kindly wondering why I have a topless shoebox full of Martha magazines

Attic stuff

More attic stuff

Even more attic stuff

Last of the attic stuff

After about two hours of time and two hundred gallons of sweat, we had completed the greatest game of “moving boxes Jenga” ever. Below you can see how many boxes we fit into the old shower/tub space and shanty laundry room:

Goode’s tight bicep and tightly packed boxes

Shanty Laundry Room filled to the ceiling

We rock.

While we were working the child kept herself occupied by coloring, feeding stray cats, taking pictures of her feet and posing as the Statue of Liberty:

The child keeping herself out of trouble

One weird kid

A portrait of Maggie’s feet as a young girl

When we were moving things a strong storm blew through, which cooled things off significantly. The cool air was greatly appreciated, as were the beautiful views afterwards. Images like this remind me how lucky we are that we have this opportunity to move our family to the middle of nowhere:

Fog rising from the mountains after the storm

The weekend was not all about moving boxes and sweaty beasts. Last week a number of you asked what kind of fabric I would be using to reupholster the chair seats. This was an excellent question, which I could not answer. My plan was to decide to paint or not paint and then go pick fabric. However, fabric first definitely makes more sense. I knew I wanted something with a bold print, colorful and bright, so I did have some idea of what I was looking for when Maggie and I went on a fabric hunt Saturday. When we arrived at JoAnn’s I saw this sign.

60% of all outdoor canvas and upholstery fabric-yippee!

Maggie saw this (FYI-she has poison ivy around her left eye, the more it heals the grosser it looks):

Maggie loves pink animal prints

Once I convinced her that it was not the correct fabric type for chair covers, we moved to the back of the store and starting picking fabrics. I only had my phone on me, so the pictures are not fantastic, but I did try to adjust the pics so the colors are close to what they looked like in the store.

Citrus Background, Pink Flowers

Fruit Stripe Gum Fabric

Bright green, pink and yellow print

Hot Pink Zebra

Green & Purple Circles

Coral Coral

Bold, Orange circles

Green Zebra Print & 4 year old with an attitude

Those are the finalists. We were there for a while. I wanted to pick three and then get some input from the blog world. However, 60% is a great deal, and that deal ended Sunday, so we had to make a decision and a purchase. Which one would you have chosen? Do you love zebra as much as I do? The choice was really, really difficult, but I think the chairs are going to look fantastic. I cannot wait to share them with you, check back tomorrow to see the results!

Friday Pie-day (and a follow up on the paint or no paint dilemma)

To start, I still have not made a decision about painting the chairs. I do agree with people who said they need more information, so the child and I are going to JoAnn’s today to pick out some fabrics. I will post the choices Monday and you folks can tell me what you think. It is pretty divided down the middle,  I love that people are passionate about what to do with $7.50 chairs; it makes me feel normal :).

Today’s post is not a DIY or renovation post, but a recipe for pie. I thought Friday would be a good day for a Pie-day. Delicious, sweet blackberry pie.

Blackberry Pie & Sunflowers-summer on a table

When I was little we lived on a dirt road in one of the cutest named towns ever, Fawn Grove (the street signs have baby deer on them and the phrae “A Deer Little Town”, the hubby finds these signs amusing). Every summer black raspberry, blackberry and wineberry bushes along the roadside and the wood edge would fill up with plump, sticky berries. We would pick them to eat and to make pies with. When you are little, living in the middle of nowhere and being able to eat berries straight from the bush is awesome. This is part of the reason why I wanted to move when we were given the opportunity, children should have wild spaces to roam.

Still, even though I spent my childhood living in a very rural area, roaming all over the woods and creek beds, I still have a lot of anxiety about moving from Harrisburg to really rural, really small, Klingerstown, PA (population 102 according to Wikipedia). When I start to feel myself panic I try to think about all the good things that will come with the move, because there are a lot. For instance, moving an hour away from a grocery store with an organic section is not a big deal when you can pick your own berries for pies and jams from your backyard. I had every intention of picking berries after mom and I put the sink together on Tuesday to make the hubby a birthday pie, but we ran out of time. Instead I bought some beautiful local berries and made this old-fashioned and yummy Blackberry Sugar Pie inspired by The Runaway Spoon. I was intrigued by the simplicity of the recipe: pie crust, berries, milk, sugar and flour. I added two other ingredients, a splash of lemon juice and a little salt. For the pie crust, I used a recipe for the “best pie crust” from Eat, Live, Run. Check out the results (taken from my phone, I was too lazy this AM to get out the camera):

Slice o’pie

If you are in the mood to make some pie but not totally turned on by latticing crust or peeling peaches, try this one. Obviously it was a hit in our house (I did not even get a picture of it before someone ate it for breakfast; I will not mention names).

Blackberry pie, breakfast of Olympians

Make sure you check back on Monday to weigh in on the fabric choices for the wooden chairs, and in the meantime I will daydream about sitting in my newly installed kitchen, with a big mug of hot coffee and some home-made pie.  I am really trying to instill a no-stress or at least a low-stress philosophy as the summer wraps up. Renovations will continue to renovate and I will continue to waver on life-altering decisions like chair painting, what kind of tub to put in the bathroom (post coming next week), who has better abs, Lochte or Phelps, etc, etc.

Are you making any pies this weekend or cooking up something delicious and summery? Let me know in the comments below; I get really excited when my comment icon lights up orange :).

To Paint or Not To Paint…that is the question

Hamlet obviously had bigger decisions to brood about, but today I am torn in two different directions with regards to the flea market chairs I scored a few weeks ago. Progress has been clipping along at a steady rate since the flea market, but right now we are at a lull in renovations. Do not misunderstand; there are a million things to do, but we are on hold until the spray foam and plumbing go in. We are almost ready for the spray foam; the only thing we have left to do is lug the 700 boxes we moved to the attic two weeks ago , BACK DOWN from the attic, DOWN to the first floor to the shanty. There they will stay. Why didn’t I think of this grand idea BEFORE we moved them to the attic? I have no idea, but realizing we could have saved a lot of manpower by moving them to the shanty instead of the attic causes me to bang my head against something hard and curse like a sailor whenever I think about it. We could have just moved them down one flight of stairs and there they could have stayed until they were unpacked. Nope, we moved them up one flight of stairs to move them back down the same flight plus another flight, two weeks later. I digress though, this is not the point of this post, and I need to stop thinking about it before I owe $7.25 to the quarter jar.

Today’s post is about what to do with the flea market chairs. I cannot decide if I want to paint them a bright, fun color (maybe red, maybe green, maybe fuchsia) or rub some Old English on them and let the wood be wood. Regardless of the painting decision; I am still going to reupholster the seats. It should be relatively easy; the previous owner already did it once.

Bottom of seat; I plan to pop it off and reupholster.

Even though I am confident about reupholstering; I am wavering on painting. The wood is so solid and in great shape. I am not sure what kind of wood it is, nor am I sure how to find out. I would hate to paint over a real wood, like cherry or walnut. On the other hand, I paid $7.50 a piece for them and bought them for the specific purpose of making them “painterrific”. I have been following Young House Love forever and think their spray painting projects always look awesome. I am torn.

Here are what the chairs look like now:

Full chair in all of its chair glory

Chair Back Detail

Chair, showing a little leg

Now that you have seen the pictures you can probably see why I am torn. Or maybe not. This is where I need some reader input. What would you do? I want to get to work on them before school starts so I need to make my decision soon. Let me know if you would paint or not paint in the poll below. I will post the results on Friday. I hope the poll works. I am new to “Poll Daddy” and it always makes me think of “Go Daddy” and Danica Patrick in a bikini. Weird. If you can’t decide or have additional thoughts to share, let me know in the comments below. I love hearing from you!

Tight screws are best (mom and I build a sink base)

Yesterday was the hubby’s birthday. To celebrate, my mom and I traveled up to the Yrppie homestead to build a sink base. Then we traveled all the way back to Harrisburg so I could grill expensive steaks in the middle of a electrical storm and horrendous downpours for his birthday dinner. The reason my mom and I put the sink base together, instead of the hubby and I, was because I wanted to give him a break from working a full day at work and then working a full night on the renovations. He needs sleep. And meat. Hot, grilled meat.

On Monday we had this conversation:

Hubby: So tomorrow for my birthday do you want to go up to the farm and put that sink together?

Me: Why? 

Hubby: The plumber wants it put together so he can see where to put the plumbing.

Me: We can’t give him the dimensions? The wall is not even in yet. I am not mowing the damn grass.

Hubby: Blah, blah, blah, blah (to quote Maggie-she has gotten rather cheeky as she edges closer to the big “5″)

He actually went on a rant about how much there is to do, how I complain all the time, how I hate mowing the grass (he throws that into EVERY debate) etc, etc, etc. Rather than engage in this debate I just let him think he won. Then I suckered my mom into going up and putting the sink base together with me. We were done and back soon after he got home from work.

It took us about 2 hours and 15 minutes (not counting driving time). It would have taken  less than two, but we had a few snafus along the way. As a reminder, here is a picture of an Ikea sink base that is SIMILAR to ours (ours has handles):

Ikea Sink Base, picture from Sunset magazine

The first thing we did was take inventory of the cabinet parts and directions.

Pre-assembly Sink Base

There were a lot pieces but we weren’t “scurred”. Since my mom was with me I had to act like I am all organized in life, so we grouped all the hardware with their buddies and made sure we had all the parts.

Mom found the hardware!

All pieces grouped and accounted for

The we took a picture of ourselves; you can see how excited we were:

Self-portrait of myself and my mom

We had our first hiccup as soon as we started. I got the drill out and felt all powerful and “I am woman; hear me roar”.  Then I proceeded to strip the crap out of the very first screw because the drill was on reverse, which I did not figure out until after my second attempt. My mom made the comment “Shouldn’t the drill be doing all the work?” as I was bent over grunting and sweating, trying to push the screw into the pre-drilled hole. Her comment inspired my “ah-ha!” moment. Sure enough, when I looked, the drill was set to “reverse”. Once we got that straightened out it was quick work. Mom got a blister on her thumb from from grabbing the stripped screws; she did not believe me when I told her they were hot. Then my mom made a comment about needing a hot screw. No we were not drinking, my mom is just classy like that.

Here is our cabinet base put together, at this point we did not realize that we had put the wall mounts in backwards. Whoops.

Mom and the directions; we THOUGHT it matched to picture perfectly

Can you find the mistake in this picture? We did not realize it until we went to put the drawers in.

Whoops.

We then assembled the drawers. I was reminded as to why I did not get into gifted classes in 3rd grade; spatial visualization has always been my downfall. After about 10 minutes of pondering which way the sliders slid, and 20 minutes putting the first drawer together, we were on a roll.

When we went to put the drawers in; I realized we had a problem. Luckily I knew the drill had a reverse, so we unscrewed and rescrewed the wall mounts in the right direction. Once again my mom made some un-mom joke about never having enough screws. I cannot take her anywhere.

Mom-tightening the screws

Fixed!

Wall mounts reversed

Once everything was facing the right way, we lugged it upstairs, put the drawers in, and called it a day. When it is actually installed, the base will have feet and a sink top so it will be standard height. (No we are not installing a sink for the Tyrion Lannisters of the world.) I did spend about 5 minutes perplexed about where the top was, until I remembered that the top is the sink. Duh.

Here is a picture of the finished product, the bathroom seems so roomy without anything in it.

Our success!

As I looked at the empty bathroom with the lonely sink base; I had a brief “hubby moment of panic” about how much we have to do.

The bathroom; it will be a while until someone is brushing their teeth in that sink

I usually deal well with stress and overwhelming to-do lists; I like to break it down and focus on one thing at a time. Do you ever feel overwhelmed with renovations…or life in general? What are some your coping techniques? I have been known to revert to potato chips and entirely too much caffeine, but I am trying to curb those unhealthy choices. Share below, I would love to hear from you!

A big thank you to YOU!

Hey you, up there on the ladder, guess what?

Maggie playing peek-a-boo

As of this past friday Yrppies has reached over 3,000 views! How does that make you feel?

Maggie excited that Yrppies has reached over 3000 views

Not only did Yrppies surpass 3000 views on Friday (we are currently at 3140), I was also nominated for a “One Lovely Blog Award” by Julie at Home on 129 Acres. I will be dedicating a post to this nomination later this week, but I did want to thank Julie for her support, and encourage all of you to take a look at her blog when you have a chance. I found Julie’s blog when looking through WordPress for fellow renovators and followed it immediately.  Finding others who are doing similar projects makes our renovation project seem almost normal.

As you can tell Friday was a pretty exciting day. Not exciting enough for me to pull out my blond afro wig and my pink ruffle dress, but if it would have been 20 degrees colder things could have gone very differently. Now, I do know that there is a chance that 2,900 of those views over 3,000 views could be my mom, so it is probably not as impressive as it sounds. It is still nice to know that there are people out there are as nosey as I am :).

So thank you to everyone who has stopped by to check out what we Yrppies are up to; I hope you keep coming back. Thank you for your positive feedback and for sharing your thoughts and ideas. I should also thank the hubby; he has been very patient and supportive of me invading our privacy and spewing his dirty secrets all over the internet. Love you honey!

Below I have created a poll that includes the three most popular posts on Yrppies to date (I  am a little surprised that “Yrppies do yoga” did not make the cut). Which was your favorite?

Hot & Wired!

Last weekend the hubby and I celebrated 6 years of matrimonial bliss by getting all hot and wired. This time last year we had just got back from vacation and 10 days of this:

Maggie loves the beach and not having cellulite

Yrppies love the beach and rum punch

Two days after we got home, on our 5th wedding anniversary, we celebrated the marriage of my brother, Will, and his beautiful wife, Becky. They got married at Naylors Winery on the same day that we got married at Benigna’s Creek Winery, 5 years before. It rained. It rained on our wedding day 5 years before. If you follow this blog long enough you will see a pattern. Whenever Yrppies have a party/event; it rains. Even with the dreary weather it was still a wonderful afternoon that turned into a blast of an evening. Here are some pics:

Husband & Wife-right before the rain/lightning began

Ninja brother and beautiful wife

Flower arrangements done by yours truly

As it got darker people started tearing it up on the dance floor. Here is a picture of Maggie trying to keep up with my dad and his red disco pants. No really, they are his red disco pants from the 70′s. If you went to high school with me and are reading this, you saw these at any special event, including graduation. And don’t feel bad for my brother; Crazy Pappy wore these to our wedding 5 years before even though they totally clashed with our colors.; I think he got more attention than I did. Crazy Pappy dances to his own drummer, as evidenced here:

Maggie breaking it down with Crazy Pappy; ignore the sneakers, we were just glad he did not wear his work boots

“Mommy-I can’t even keep up with this wild man in the red disco pants”

Now that you are totally distracted by the 65+ old man rocking disco pants, a white tee and sneakers, let’s refocus the point of this post. So this past weekend was not only our anniversary but also my brother’s. Will decided to spend it by traveling all the way up from Stewartstown, PA to help the hubby with some wiring projects. He is a certified electrician with Stewartstown Electric; this will come in handy as I change my mind 700 times about where I want the hanging light fixtures over the island.  In retrospect, we felt horrible about picking this weekend since it was their first wedding anniversary, but the men had fun and knocked some things off our list.

The brother’s work van

To quote Deuce Bigalow “That’s a huge bit!”

Brother & Hubby

Maggie had a great weekend hanging out with her cousins, and I supported OPEC and the middle east by driving materials back and forth from Harrisburg to Klingerstown and back, and back again, and again. Even though we were not in the Caribbean or dressed up in our dancing clothes (and trust me, the only thing “hot” was the temperature in the house); it was a great weekend. Happy one year anniversary Becky and Willy, thanks again for all of your help!

What about you? How do you celebrate special occasions, like anniversaries? The hubby and I had totally forgot it was our anniversary (and Willy & Becky’s) until last Friday, and then it was to late to change plans. We were so tired from the weekend (especially the hubby) that we were in bed by 9 PM Sunday night. Do you make a big deal out of anniversaries or do you like to keep them low-key? Share below, I would love to hear from you!