Filling All My Dreams

Absolutely no artwork up anywhere, but here are a few shots around the loft and of the new ceiling fans Pup installed.

I'll be tweaking forever from now on. It's always fun searching for stuff. I have a few ideas for the living room walls.

No more nipple lights. Anyone that has seen newer construction knows what I'm talking about. Bam! Gone!

Our bedroom. We're sleeping on a queen sized bed. It's cozy!

Loft bunk beds. 

That futon turns into a double bed. 

View from top of stairs.

Guest room. When Bella and Spud are here it's their room. 

Living Room - Pup's bachelor couch reestablished 

What Are You Waiting For?

With the excitement of buying the cabin, we knew we wanted a boat. A few family members and friends thought we could wait until next year because the season is so old, but we were hellbent to get one. Now. So we did.

A pontoon. Super cute. Super huge. Super learning curve!

Our cabin is on 3800 acres of lakes. A huge chain of lakes. We're located at the bottom of the chain in a rather marshy spot. Lots of otters, Lots of mushy ick just waiting to get stuck in your outboard. Which happened to us repeatedly.

So endlessly we're checking to see if the engine is peeing. "Is it peeing?" Do you see it peeing?"

We had Mikey with us to help us with the launching, starting, and general learnage of our huge, lovely boat (tentatively named "Flipper." Pup isn't all in on that name. I am.).

It was over 90 degrees and the dewpoints were in the 70s. Yeah, Minnesota/Wisconsin can get hella hot. People from other parts of the country find that hard to believe. But we don't. We were all sweating like whores in church. Oh wait, that's a horrible metaphor. But we was sweatin'. Like everythang. And I sweat the most. Always have. There's just something about a high dewpoint that makes me feel like my skin cannot breath. I'm just damp and sweatin' and miserable.

So we loaded up the boat with all of us, Pup, me, Lorenzo, Bella, Spud, Lorenzo's friend Rey (who was hungover as hell, poor sweet girl).

We tried to stay in what Larry (former owner) called the "driveway." The place in the marsh where you can see other boats have gone over and over. So there's a path of sorts right through all the wild rice and stuff.

But we got off course and mushed up the motor.

Finally we're out in the great expanse of lakes and Mikey's giving us updates.

"She's not peeing."

"She's only peeing a little."

So we'd stop, poke the peehole with a stick and start off again.

Flipper stops peeing entirely.

We're wondering what to do. So Mikey waves down a couple of young men on the shore.

"We have some trouble. Could you tow us to the boat launch? We'd pay for your trouble!"

The boys say sure!

We putt over to their dock. We're discussing what and where and how when a head suddenly appears from above us on the deck. A neat, athletic, head.

"What's the trouble?" He asks.

We explain.

Before you could think about all those whores sweating in church, he bounds down to the dock and leaps onto our boat. A 5'4" bundle of Guido. All muscles, colorful tanktop, athlesure pants, and white Addidas. An ass I could not take my eyes off of. Seriously! We all thought so!

He took charge. Not peeing? Simple! Suck on that thang!

"Boy!" he hollered, "suck on that for these guys."

I laughed to myself thinking, "That's never going to happen . . . "

But it did. His kid sucked on the intake (or whatever the hell it is) and cleared out the muck. Beyond the call. What the hell? How wonderful are these guys?

The athletic, hot, Guido-dad ran down the length of Flipper and made a three foot leap from our boat to the dock. A collective sigh went up from the female portion of the observants (well, maybe it was only me). I think the guys were a bit impressed as well. They would lie if asked wouldn't they?

:)

We putted home happy and peeing like crazy.

As we entered the long driveway leading to our dock we saw people checking us out. Mikey said, "Hi! These guys are new to the lake." And the people replied, "Oh! Larry's people!"

Nice to know we're home. I rather like being "Larry's People."

Hoarding

This is weekend four at Camp George.

Yes, his head is that large. And hard.

I'm trying out this name for our place. We're liking Camp George so far.

I now have about 1300 square feet of new place filled with what we need. It's a bit shocking to me that so much of what is here at the cabin was found in my house at home. Yes, I am most certainly a hoarder. I'm not ashamed. Take off those judging sunglasses! You know you'd love to be me.  ;)

Ya.

And then there were the weeks of Craigslist chasing I did. That was rather fun. And exhausting. Craigslist people are crazy. Nuff said about that. And I did lots and lots of thrifting. Thrifting is cool because you do not know what's around the corner until you find it.

Like this spot in the cabin living room.

A $20 leather chair from Craigslist. I think the lovely lady I bought this from just wanted this monster out of her basement. Enter Pup with his freakishly strong self. She kept repeating over and over, "He's so strong!" I know! Freakishly! The table I found at Goodwill for $5. Yeah! I'm serious as a pimple. $5!! The leather ottoman is from a friend's estate sale and there's a much cooler lamp on the table now, but this lamp has found a new home in the cabin loft. Rotate and spin.

Speaking of lamps . . .

I know. An obsession from my past. But I could not resist when I saw this last week. He'll watch over us in the cabin loft!

And you know we need watching.

We Bought a Zoo

Hey! Long time no annoy!

:)

Rectify people - rectify.

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. . . we bought a cabin

The lake is at the top of the photo.

I grew up with a cabin. From around sixth grade or so my family had a cabin on a smallish lake in Wisconsin. They owned it until my youngest daughter was around 18 months or so. Just when we were starting to go back up there! You know, you get to a certain age in your 20s and all that is important to you are your friends, your boyfriend, and what parties you are either throwing or going to.

But then you get married and you want to start hanging around your parents again especially up at the cabin. Sad dad!

But, I did grow up with a cabin. I remember wearing your swimsuit all day. Waterskiing all day. Boating all day. Putting a sweatshirt over your shorts at night. Tangly, lake hair. Playing "Oh Shit" and Cribbage at the large kitchen table at night. Watching my momma drink Gimlets and laughing.

Pup and I wanted that.

Pup grew up much differently than I. He was a city boy. I was a suburb girl until halfway through high school, then my family moved to the cities. But he was city through and through. He jumped fences at golf courses and played. I knew how to dock a large, wooden boat that had a cabin cockpit.

He had a paper route. I babysat. He walked to school a few blocks. I took a school bus. He played baseball in a baseball field. I played baseball in the street. Where the cars dare not drive.

So my city boy now has a cabin.

The city boy and the suburb girl have had a few growing pains regarding the cabin.

We have friends that live near our cabin. They live on a lake all year round. Deb-oh-rah and Mikey have been invaluable to us; teaching us lake life. The part of lake life my parents took care of and I had no idea.

Last week Pup made a run to town to get a bunch of "cabin" crap. A large list of crap. He hit some roadblocks and gave Mikey a call. Mikey showed up and helped Pup troubleshoot a million lake home problems.

Mikey has become a superhero in our house let me tell you.

So I now have "lake" clothes in a closet at the cabin. I have two kitchens. I get to decorate another place in an ironic fashion.

I forget to bring things to the cabin. I forget to bring things home. I love it.