Sometimes a Stapler Can Be a Hammer… but it shouldn’t be

I’m reading this book, Adulting: How to become a grown-up in 468 easy(wish) steps. I love it because (a) it’s kind of funny the things that we overlook when we were in our parents’ houses and (b) it’s full of useful information.

One of the tips was to buy a toolkit with at least 4 tools, including a hammer, screwdriver, wrench, tape measure and drill. What’s really funny? I made it through 4 years of living on my own without any of those.

For Christmas one year, my parents bought me this electric fireplace that I love to this day. And of course, you needed tools to put it together. So when my uncle delivered the really heavy box to my apartment to help put it together… He asked where’s your toolkit? To which I replied, uhm…. He had to use the toolkit he had back down the 3 flights of stairs in his truck. How can you have your own apartment and not have a toolkit?

When asked how I hung up my pictures, I replied command strips and a stapler. Yes, I used a heavy duty stapler to hammer nails into the walls of my college apartment. I thought he was going to kill me. But it worked at the time and I wasn’t exactly hanging art.

Don’t get me wrong. I know how to use tools. I’m actually pretty handy… I just never needed my own toolkit because I would steal my dad’s. Heck, me and mom used his tools more than he did most of the time.

So I guess my point is, you should buy a tool kit and know how to use it. Because you don’t want to miss out on a super cool electric fireplace because you can’t put it together.

 

I now have a tool kit (and even a drill)! But Joel doesn’t like me putting holes in the walls so I’m still where I started with command strips but at least I have a toolkit just in case.

Dreaming over Gelato

As we sit in Atlanta trying to figure out what the heck we’re doing, how to be decent dog parents and how to keep the laundry from spilling off the couch onto the floor (we’re not total slobs), we dream a lot. One of my favorite things about marriage is being able to have dreams with another human being.

I feel like we are both very free people. If something were to pop up, I don’t think we would be afraid to go for it or try. I mean, we skied down the backside of an Olympic ski-run in 55 mph winds where no one else was on the trail… and survived. We can do anything.

We often talk about what would be crazy. What would happen if we did X, Y or Z. And sometimes in the middle of these insane conversations, we come up with something that we would both really like and enjoy.

I talk a lot about a dream home. One of my clients is a home builder that designs beautiful homes, so it’s on my mind a lot. I think one day we’ll eventually build a house and it’s going to be the most symmetrical home you have ever seen. No fireplaces that aren’t centered on the wall. Haha! I can’t wait. But two things that are absolutely necessary in that home are (1) build-in book shelves for our massive collection of books and albums, and (2) a sunroom.

When it comes to my Saturday and Sunday mornings, I prefer a book in my sunroom in a comfy chair with a big cup of coffee. When the weather is good, I open all the windows and doors. It’s magical.

Currently, my big comfy chair is missing, because the one I picked out can’t fit (Haha! Leave it to me to find a coffee chair that literally cannot fit in a room and I refuse to look for another one because I’m already in love). We went to a restaurant for our one-month anniversary, and we were seating in their indoor/outdoor area where it is literally a room with french doors instead of windows. And they were all open. The tile floor extended to the exterior sidewalk. It was open and airy and beautiful.

So during our dinner over homemade pasta and gelato, we planned out our sunroom. I’ve got a sketch and everything. I should go back to school to be an architect…

The Stainless Steel Trashcan

What’s really funny about marriage – at least for me and Joel – is that it’s exactly like the last several years we’ve been together. We do stupid stuff. Joel says something funny. I laugh in public to the point of tears. And people look at us like what the heck are the two humans doing. Oh, and we get to go shopping together which results in more laughing until the point of tears and us purchasing an outrageously priced trashcan…

Last week, we had our “end event” at Bed Bath and Beyond. It’s where they set you free in BB&B with all the gift cards you received and you get 20% off everything. No exclusions.

This would normally be a dream except we got almost everything on our registry. I’m not joking. I think BB&B had maybe 5 items left and Belk was completely shopped out. Target had our towels left. Everything else, purchased by our lovely friends and family.

We had several hundred dollars in gift cards, and a practically full kitchen and house. Honestly, we need 3 things: a blender, oil and vinegar bottles, and another laundry basket. We decided that we would also replace our white, plastic trashcan with something a little nicer.

Ha! We’re talking about a trashcan! My parents outfitted my apartment last summer with a trashcan… back then I believe mom was confused why a plastic trashcan would cost $60, but there she was in Home Depot… Fast forward to last week, when I texted her to ask me what the most expensive item we bought at BB&B was…

First, I would like to apologize to every patron in BB&B for the hour we were there for blocking the exit. The trashcans are located at the exit where the aisle is barely large enough for a cart… Much less 2 humans trying out trashcans and the patrons leaving the store with handfuls of bags.

We held up the exit testing out each and every trashcan. I sound crazy, right? Purchasing a trashcan is much more in depth than anticipated (and all the sizes are in liters and we buy trash bags in gallon sizes… come on). We wanted a stainless steel one that could hold a lot of trash. We have two puppies who destroy precisely 3.67 toys per day and stuffing takes up a lot of room in the can. I was tired of the smell of a plastic trashcan and stainless steel sounded like the best option. Joel also wanted one with a lid that wouldn’t break 10 minutes after we bought it.

There were tons of options… all over $100. Spending $100 on a trashcan is ridiculous… then you get married and apparently lose all your senses 🙂

They had some that separated the inside by trash and recyclables, making both sides about the size of a gallon of milk… We are horrible people who don’t recycle (we also don’t drink canned drinks or bottled water so get off our back). We opted for the largest, single barrel stainless steel trashcan they offered. And we ponied up 2 of our largest gift cards for it.

I love it.

-KJ