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Barn decorating.

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If you can’t beat ’em, join ’em. So I did and tried my hand at a little Barn Mahal decorating.

Under the stairs, some antique crocks and a large one that will double as a trash can.

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The apple press and butter table have now found a home.

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And then it was time to supervise the beginning of the husband’s I love myself wall.

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Marine Corps dress sword and a collection of photos of him in Vietnam, Okinawa and Beirut.

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I think it turned out well.

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And for the piece de resistance …

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A pool table cover I spent a fortune on as a gift.

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Needless to say it was a hit.

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Going, going… gone.

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Now that the man cave/ barn Mahal is starting to shape up? The husband wanted things out. My things that is.

Our old loveseat has been stored in there for years, and I was sad to see it go because it’s wicked comfortable and matched the walls quite well.

I voted for keeping it as you can never have too many comfy kick back with a beer or cocktail places to sit, but was instantly over ruled.

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The first person turned out to be the in-law of the man who stained our barn, so goodbye loveseat.

The next thing he made me get rid of was the driftwood tree. He’s been squawking about it’s removal for months now and no matter how much I tried to convince him it would be a unique addition to the barn decor?

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The minute I listed it? Three women were fighting over it. Guess I should have sold it instead.

So two of the things I wanted to keep were gone…. and guess what was added?

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A turkey foot that flips you off.

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This was a retaliation gift for the plaque I made the previous owner of the pool table after my husband beat him badly at the first game. They insisted the foot and plaque accompany the table…. so we’re now the proud owners of a petrified foot.

What do you want to bet we’re the only house on our block with one of those?

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The transformation has begun.

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The pool table was uncovered, brushed and racked.

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A hat and coat rack was hung by the door.

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And a few vintage WWII propaganda posters from 1943 I’ve been meaning to frame were framed and displayed.

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It was during this time we decided the ugly bracing pole in the middle of the room… which was never supposed to be there but was deemed necessary when we noticed the top floor bounced when we walked on it during the original construction…. needed to be spruced up.

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The (now lovely) wood walls and trimmed windows demanded it.

I expected to blog about the normal nightmare of measuring and cutting and cursing but things went remarkably well.

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Maybe we’re finally getting the hang of it.

So…. the before.

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And the after.

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Please don’t ask why he put my porch barrels on the loveseat. I have no reasonable explanation for that.

And on the 3,037th day….

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There was heat.

Yes, that’s really how long we’ve been working on the big barn. Saying we don’t like to rush things is a bit of an understatement.

But last week, this happened:

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The son of our soon to be ex friends came over to install a heat pump. It’s his business, and while I’m still cursing our rat bastard friends for giving us the free pool table that’s cost us thousands… their son is a great guy.

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Of course he might have been cursing them as well because drilling a hole through a building my husband built isn’t as easy as it should be.

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What should have taken mere minutes turned into a bit of an ordeal. And when that happens…

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You grab a hammer.

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After the hole was finally cut, it was just a matter of mounting the unit.

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With my husband… the man who has never lined up anything perfectly straight in his life…. standing back and saying, nope. It needs to go up a little on the left.

I believe my jaw dropped open at that point.

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Outside, the electrician connected power to the box… next to all the scrap wood that had to be hauled from under the barn to run the cable.

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And the rest of the crew installed the compressor thingamagig.

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Which is ugly as all get out but thankfully is on the one barn wall we can’t see from our house.

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I was glad to see they used great stuff. Because I’m sure awful stuff is more readily available, not to mention cheaper.

So…

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The big barn now has a heat pump. And future bar patrons can be assured of proper ambient drinking temperature.

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Cost of that free pool table so far?

$7,764. And no, he’s not done yet. The open stairwell still needs to be sealed off to prevent heat loss.

Free.

It’s the gift that keeps on giving.

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Just what we needed.

 

Into an already packed to capacity barn….

 

 

Came this:

 

 

A pool table that our  soon to be ex  friends couldn’t wait to get rid of.

 

 

Have you ever tried to lift a pool table?

 

 

If not, I don’t recommend it.

F*cker be heavy.

 

 

Our friends were so eager to see the back side of this thing they also gave us 2 little wheeled platforms to assist in it’s departure.

 

 

Which were great, until the table had to be picked up off of them.

 

 

So there it sits.

Now….and for the foreseeable future. ( Which should be read as forever, or until I can find some other unsuspecting friend to pass it off on )

It will sit there, a constant reminder of the fact that my husband can not pass up anything that is free.

Ever.

No matter how big and how useless.

But look….

 

 

It also came with a free stand, free cue sticks, ( Miller Lite? That abomination has got to go! ) free bags of balls and numerous free tacky game room signs.

 

 

What’s not love?

 

Surprise!

 

I got a few of them the other day.

 

 

One was how quickly the husband managed to junk up the few clear spaces of big barn floor we’d worked so hard to find.

 

 

After all these years it shouldn’t surprise me, but it did.

Here’s a new addition he must have smuggled in when I wasn’t looking.

 

 

The next surprise was how he expected me to help him clear floor space in there again because…. are you ready for it?

He was bringing home a pool table.

 

 

What?

Where!

And for the love of all that’s holy…. why?

Yes, a pool table.

Where? I have no idea. Because unless it measures 4×6 inches it’s not going to fit.

Why? Because his friend’s wife wanted it gone and it was free.

* Insert giant eye roll here*

So we tried to clear room…

 

 

But since the husband won’t part with anything? We just ended up with wider paths.

And if all that wasn’t bad enough….

The final surprise of the day came when he opened the big barn doors and found this:

 

 

See it?

 

 

A giant squirrel nest.

No more wondering where momma squirrel went.

That bitch has been busy.

 

 

You would not believe how much crap tumbled out of that small space.

 

 

And btw…. remember how I blamed the baby woodchucks for ripping the stuffing out of my porch furniture?

 

 

I was wrong.

 

 

There it was, providing fluffy bedding for the revolting red rodent and her brood.

I seriously hate that squirrel.