Showing posts with label margaritas. Show all posts
Showing posts with label margaritas. Show all posts

Thursday, April 8, 2010

All Work and No Play…Nah


Jill's Journal: Rob’s been working so hard on all the physical repair/upgrading/beautifying of our house inside and out lately, whereas my contributions (with three little kids “helping”) are more along the lines of decluttering/purging/packing. But last night, after the girls’ bedtime, we roped my sister, Kristi, into the mix and the three of us set out to paint the master bedroom. It was last done 11 1/2 years ago when we moved in and definitely needed a fresh coat of paint and a more neutral color.

Armed with paintbrushes and margaritas, we primered and painted and drank until the wee hours of the morning. Kristi’s and my margarita consumption and giggles soon outpaced our painting until Rob finally took away our brushes with orders to simply keep him company. It was close to 2:00 a.m. before the walls were fully transformed from a bold, deep green to a gentle “wicker.”

I can’t speak for those two, but it certainly was the most fun I’ve ever had working on a home project! Kristi's photo on the right confirms it.

Sunday, July 12, 2009

They Know!

Jill's Journal: My parents came from California to Kentucky to visit us last week and other than enjoying their visit, my focus was in telling them about our RV plans. Truth be told, I was terrified! Here I am a responsible, grown woman with kids of my own, and I was afraid to tell my parents for fear of their disapproval. Crazy, right?

Turns out I needn’t have worried. To my great and wonderful surprise, they took the news FABULOUSLY. Astoundingly well. Kristi thought my presentation helped: I told them how we never dreamed we’d leave Kentucky, but we’ve learned the only way to be competitive in the Thoroughbred industry here as breeders is to have far deeper pockets than we do. I told them we want a farm again someday, but we can see the benefits of a regional market as opposed to the top Kentucky market. I told them how our trip to the Central Coast of California last year opened our eyes to the realization that we could possibly live somewhere else. I reminded them how Rob already telecommutes and can work from anywhere. And I told them how places like Montana were considerations as a future home, but we very well might still stick with Kentucky – we honestly don’t know what the future holds. They’ve been hoping we’d move back West since we headed East 12 years ago and got very excited at all the above…

And then I told them that we had thought it would be so neat to “live” in various places for a few weeks at a time, kind of as a trial or test of future hometowns for us. I said that idea had morphed even farther and melded with our desire to travel the country. And then I broke the big news: we’d finally arrived at a plan of buying an RV and spending the next few years traveling before settling down again.

I waited for any sign of disapproval, but there was none. NONE! They took it amazingly well. In fact, to my great surprise, they were extremely positive about it! They were surprised at the plan as it is out of the conventional world they’re accustomed to, but they almost thought it was kind of neat and said it’s the kind of thing we need to do now while we can. You could have knocked me over with a feather at their reaction! It made me very, very happy and I don’t think I will ever underestimate them again. :-)

My parents' fabulous response surprised me so pleasantly that the next morning I worried if perhaps the margaritas and bourbon consumed during our “talk” had impacted their judgment. I asked them about it again just to make sure and the reaction stayed the same. It was like Christmas in July for me! As a few days passed, they thought of new questions to ask and had fun little realizations like wondering what would happen to my marvelous Dyson vacuum during our downsizing. (Side note: My Mom wants to volunteer to babysit it!!)

They took it so great!! I love my parents.

Next hurdles: telling Rob’s Mom and his employers. Yikes.