May 20th, 2011

So last night my father in law, Kirk, drove to St. Louis with his kind friend, Curt.  Curt and Kirk (say that 3 times fast!) are going to stay at our house for 3 days and 3 nights.

First thing they did this morning was put a big giant hole where our paint peeling, ugly, tacky double doors were.  Good thing we had a pretty door ordered and waiting to replace it in the garage.

Buh bye old tackiness!!!  Don’t let the door hit you on the way out. ;)

Watching and listening to Kirk and Curt work is pretty darn cute.  They are like an old married couple speaking their own language.  They are bickering over something one minute, consulting with each other the next, and cracking jokes or high fiving their fabulousness the next.  They are also equally thorough as all getup.  This is a good thing, no blemishes are tolerated on their watch. 

As if replacing a front door wasn’t enough on their plate, another project to get done this weekend is to replace our panty.  Our hall closet turned ghetto make shift panty by previous, previous owners contact paper with random vegetables covered shelves.

Pantry I’ve been using since April 2004.  No bueno.  Almost a third of the pantry is dedicated to a……trash can?  And check out my platter storage system.  State of the art.

My shelf for baking goods.  A couple times a year I would clean it out only to find I had 3 containers of oats, some pancake mix leftover from a brunch we hosted months ago, and I need to ask my mom for more yeast because my stored stash has a tablespoon left.  A gnome could be hiding back there living off of rye flour and I’d have no idea.

Even completely empty it looks jenky.  The bar going across was leftover from this space’s days of being a hall closet. 

My fancy schmany way of storing potatoes and onions.  This system drove Trent absolutely nuts for some reason, in fact this bag could have very well been the driving force for a new pantry.

So we have a pantry-less pantry and a big hole in the wall to greet guests to our home.  Stayed tuned to the finished product.  Until then the girls and I had 3 hungry men to feed!

The girls had a front row seat to watch all the action.  I had to pry them away coaxing them to “help” me to get them out of the way of Kirk and Curt hard at work.

The girls shucking corn.  One of their favorite kitchen chores. 

Trent got home from work and hung out with Kirk and Curt.  Time for the men to relax after a long day of work.  Cigars, beer, and banter.

Dinner on the grill.  My favorite.  I get to listen to the boy’s conversation, watch the girls play, and keep watch on dinner.  I made corn on the cob, grilled bread, veggies, and honey mustard rosemary boneless chicken thighs.

We ate outside that night and had a fantastic evening after a good, productive day.  Work hard, play hard, my kind of day.