Master Bedroom

...such as it is.
Just displaying some of the slow progress we have been making over the last few weeks.  The Wife's assistant quit after wrecking a company truck while on post, while talking on a cell phone, while stoned.  My boss is out of town and I am left in charge of the Aid Station.  So we have been justifiably sluggish about home improvement projects.  Still- we do have something to show.



This was how the front half of the under-construction-master-bedroom looked at the beginning of the week.



Now more of the prep stuff is done.  We got the last of the wallpaper and popcorn ceiling (may you burn in hell for eternity) off, yanked out a couple more studs, and tore out the carpet and padding.  Hopefully the next pictures of this room we send out will have the beginnings of a closet framed up.  


Here is a little treasure we found when pulling down a little piece of wall.  A 40 year old 7-Up bottle.  It was covered in cobwebs and dust when we found it.  It weighs at least a pound.  Cool huh?



Make 7 up yours!

Fruits of our Labors.

So, here is an update on the garden situation.
Gardening is a lot harder than I thought it was going to be.  We are battling record high temperatures, drought, birds, legions of ants, groundhogs, birds, cats, and hardcore gardening ignorance.  And yet- we have actually managed to reap a little of what we have sown.



We have really lucked out on this stuff.  Cantaloupe loves Tennessee.











Everything we have eaten so far has been Delicious!  I half expected that everything would just die.  It was quite the pleasant surprise when stuff started growing!

Does anyone know any tricks to getting rid of night-time garden visitors- short of shooting them?  Not that I would mind, but I don't stay up that late.

Dumb name, dumb idea, so much fun.

Spelunker (noun) a person who explores caves, esp. as a hobby.

From obsolete spelunk, cave, from Middle English, from Old French spelunque, from Latin spēlunca, from Greek spēlunx.

spe'lunk'ing.

Twice in the last two weeks the Wife and I have been spelunking.  I prefer "caving" because "spelunking" sounds so stupid.  And to my folks- the whole thing sounds stupid.  Snooping around in dark, flooded, muddy, unstable, bat and possibly werewolf-filled caves a hundred feet underground.  You would have to be an idiot, right?  Sorry Mom and Dad, we ARE that stupid.  Here are a couple pics and a short clip from our recent adventures.



Occasionally, a raccoon, or a dog chasing a raccoon, falls down the 65 foot vertical tunnel that is the entrance to this cave.  We found a few of these around the bottom of the pit.



My wife in front of a monstrous cave formation we called "The Rocketship" was at least 30 feet tall.



Us after a nice little underground swim.

Check out our 30 sec video clip.  It took a lot of worming around through really cramped, tight spots to finally get somewhere with enough space to actually stand.  Everyone was really excited about that.