The Living Without Series

This is a series of posts that I wrote back in 2006 on living with less stuff. Check them out: liv011Living #2liv031liv04

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The Chicken Doctor


The Architect


Momma needs a project.

Wanna look at some of my fantastic photography? Okay! Here we go…..

This is the bench that sat on my porch that my cats used as a litter box. I bought this in an unfinished furniture store back in Missouri. It’s a very poorly constructed piece of doo-doo that we have had to nail back together, but it works. You can’t tell from this picture, but I pickled it to match my hutch. Basically it looks like a cheap pine bench. Um, because it is a cheap pine bench.

This is the little rug that sits by the door which is by the cheap pine bench. Take in the colors, we’ll come back to it. What do you mean you can’t see the colors. You got somethin’ to say ’bout my photography? Sigh… moving on.

Bench. Rug. Wall color. Table legs. Got it all? Process it, there is a big decision coming up.

This is one of my dining room chairs. What do you think? It’s got that rustic look right? One of our friends sat in this chair and watched a movie. How uncomfortable do you think he was? What kind of a host lets their company sit in this chair while she sits in the cushiony chair with her feet propped up? That would be me. The really funny thing is, that he thought he broke the chair. I didn’t tell him it was already like that, I was hoping he’d offer to fix it…..after all he was sitting in it and it’s broken. Right?

This is another dining room chair. I think my chairs are on their last leg, uh, except their legs are fine, so I guess they are on their last seats. Time to do something.

I also have this chair. It doesn’t match the others, but I like it. I can’t imagine trying to repair this one.

Okay, so now I need your help because look at this mess. Goodness.

1. Should I paint or stain the bench?
2. What color? Go back to the rug/wall/table reference.
3. Should I repair the seats with the same weave and color or go all crazy and paint the chairs seven different colors and then prop them up on stilts?
4. Rechelle, I really want to know how you would handle this.
5. Who uses broken furniture in their house all the time?
6. Who thinks I’ll get this done before I die?

Lost without Olivia

Awhile back a person commented that I look a bit like Olivia Dunham on Fringe and I was all who the heck is Olivia Dunham with fringe what?

Then Clay and I started watching Fringe and right away I decided I had the smartest readers in the world coming to my blog.   I most defineately look exactly like Olivia Dunham, yes, exactly.Olivia and I not only look exactly alike, but we also have the exact same lives. I mean she really could be me! What with the gun slinging, abductions and serious butt kickings that I do on a daily basis. Also, we both wear long black coats. I know! She is me, I am her! Who could question the similarities?

Yesterday I picked up my new eyeglasses. They are amazing! Everything is so clear now! Unfortunately, when the fog cleared and the crisp outline of my face emerged in the mirror I didn’t see Olivia anymore. Young, beautiful, smart Olivia turned into……..


So I pulled my scraggly hair back and…….


I’m lost without you!

Tid bits

I’m so glad I don’t have to stick to topics on this blog. Because uh, my brain tis scrambled.

What should I write about?

I’m too lazy to go take pictures of the bench I brought in from the porch last night. You see, my teeny tiny baby boy has out grown his cute red stool that he sits on at the table and we don’t have six chairs, so I thought I’d bring in the bench and use it at the table for my two little boys. But, there is a problem. It smells like cat pee. I know. Everything I own smells like cat pee. My father HATES cats. I’m beginning to smell why.

There is a dead chicken in my front yard……..again. It’s the little rooster I found on the side of the road. He didn’t stay in the coop with the other chickens, so it was just a matter of time. Poor little guy.

Okay, that’s it. That’s all I have.

What if I did an Ask April post? What the heck would you ask me? Please don’t ask me about football, basketball, baseball, volleyball or anything pertaining to a ball.

Ooooh, I just read that Dooce is 5’11” tall!!! I had no idea she was that tall. She looks like a tiny pip squeak, but then again, so do I, right? RIGHT?!

Q: April, what is the first thing you notice about a person?
A: Their height.

See? I could answer questions like that. Easy peasy.

Q: April, when you were young and single what did you find was the most attractive quality in a man?
A: His height.

Q: So were you immediately attracted to your 6’5″ husband?
A: Uh, er, um. No.

Q: Why the hell not?
A: Sigh. Because he was goofy looking. And I had a boyfriend. But, I did become good friends with Clay and took him to meet my sister in hopes that they would fall in love because she had a thing for red heads with green eyes.

Q: So did Clay fall for Rechelle when you introduced them?
A: No. The only person that did any falling was me. Clay and I were walking back to my dorm to eat dinner after watching half of a KU basketball game because I was so not interested in sports back then, uh I guess that hasn’t changed. Anyway, Clay had noticed that I was bored during the game so he asked me if I wanted to leave and of course I said, “Yes, this is awful.” Then he very tentatively asked, “Uh, do you want me to go with you?” I laughed and said, “Well, sure if you don’t mind missing the game.” We decided to cut across campus to make our walk shorter. Taking the short cut meant walking down a very steep grassy hill that was wet from the recent melted snow. I started down that hill taking tiny little steps and then it was as if I had strapped on a pair of skis. I was slipping and sliding all the while staying on my feet and screaming like someone was attacking me. Clay was at the top trying not to watch, it was painful for him. I finally ended up on my butt in a puddle of water and mud. I felt so stupid, but I was laughing because what else could I do? Then I heard Clay beside me asking if I was okay. He helped me up and then said, “Here, you better hold my hand.” And that was his first slick move. He’s still very proud of that moment. He had no idea that he’d spend the rest of his life watching me fall, slip, slide and best of all scream. He still holds my hand, but now he laughs at me and then imitates me everytime I fall.

Hey, I kinda like answering these questions. I guess practicing all those interviews with Katie Couric in the bathroom mirror has paid off.