Black Blogging Friday

I learned some new trivia:

They call it "black friday" because its the day businesses start turning a profit. They leave the red bottem line (from not making money) to positive reurns, which is black instead.
See, I bet you alreãdy knew that little trivia, but if not, there ya go. Eddie just told me that "everyone knows that, Bree" but I really don't think so. Contrary to popular belief, I'm not stupid.
So this "black blogging friday" actually uses "black" in a diffent way. Think the black plague instead. No one, I mean NO ONE on my reading list of blogs, blogged yesterday (thanksgiving) or today (friday) and that makes me sad. And my day started at 6 AM at Home Depot (that's what happens when you're a "home owner") and I still found time to tell you that I AM THANKFUL for YOU! Because I am. And I want you to know that.

PS- I made this whole post from my much loved Blackberry Curve, which, I repeat, I love, made possible through vocational rehabilitation.

Park City!

Ok, so this is old. Sorry I haven't been keeping this up to date. If I was busy before, its worse now. We're doing our flooring and stuff before we move in. Did you know they make you put carpet in even if you will pay for your own hardwood?! We put in and paid money for carpeting that we then ripped right out. Perfectly good, new, stupid carpet. But just you wait -- we'll have the coolest home in all of Provo. Of the whole valley, probably.

Back to my story...

Eddie left me for NYC on Oct. 28 - Nov. 1st. (which, by the way, was very traumatic! I don't know how people are without their spouses for more than a couple days at a time). Anyway, when the cats away the mice will play. Consider me a mouse and Eddie the cat.

My wonderful cousin, Karli, and I went to Park City for a night to watch girl movies, have a spend the night, and I felt like it was time to buy myself some happiness. Which I believe you can do. Whoever said "money doesn't buy happiness" was a fool. A fool, I'm sure.

But anyways, look at our families cabin thingy! It was my grandparents, but they got sick of paying for it just to sit there. So they gave it to their kids (my dad being one.) It was an old miners house and IT IS SO CUTE!!!! It's 11 ft. wide, I believe, and that is it. But 11 ft. of darling!

Here's the living room...


And the kitchen...


And since you can't tell, I'm sure, here's a bedroom...


So this is an advertisement. Go here to rent it! For a special weekend or something.

We're Done!

We passed our final inspection! Yay for us! And for all of the other people we've been inconveniencing! And my Dad for helping so much

Here is my Dad and his brother, Ken, using their grandfather (my great-grandfather), Hearl's, drill.
And I'd show you pictures of the outside, but that will be soon. When I am there in the day. But let me tell you, it is RAD.
So the house can pass an occupancy inspection, but that does not mean we are finished. There is still work to be done. Hardwood is on its way and we're doing brick work. And it will be the coolest house in Provo, just you wait and see!