I'm not big on to-do lists. I can make 'em, but then something goes horribly astray, usually due to my house-related short attention span, and half the stuff on the list never gets finished. So this past year I didn't make a to-do list. Not even in my head. Believe me, my little peabrain is so crammed with bits of information like which Taco Bell drive-thrus are open really late, the lyrics to "Ice Ice Baby", Martha Stewart's Bloody Mary recipe, and my third-grade teacher's name that I don't have any room for silliness like a list of projects I need to finish.
Nevertheless, some stuff got accomplished this year. (Click on the bolded words and you can see the original post about that project. Blogger is cool like that.)
The interior doors got put back together. This was necessary because some imbecile thought it would look cute to make cafe-style doors out of the original 1887 doors by sawing them in half lengthwise. All seven of them. (And no, I still haven't finished painting those doors.)
I bought a new ladder. After I, um, fell off the other one onto my hiney and ended up in the emergency room.
The rest of the shingles disappeared. After announcing that I was going to take the summer off from house projects, I discovered that I couldn't sit on the patio without feeling guilty about how ugly the back of the house looked.
The ugly fence disappeared, too. Thanks mostly to White Trash Bob, the old fence was demolished.
And a new fence appeared. While I was sleeping, like magic, a new fence went up. Saint WTB works his miracles again.
I scored an awesome Hoosier. A cabinet, not a guy from Indiana...
The dining room got papered. Almost four years of ugly paper and disarray finally came to an end.
The foyer got de-papered. I may or may not have told my mom the truth about why I wanted to borrow her steamer, but it made short work of the painted-over paper in the entryway.
"Stop, collaborate and listen, Ice is back with my brand new invention...." Miss Singleton would be so proud.