The Harry Potter Bathroom

Our second bathroom is in the basement. It’s a small, but very handy room with a sink, a toilet and a huge shower. It happens to be underneath of the stairs. Because it’s a “room under the stairs,” it was nicknamed the “Harry Potter Bathroom” by my aunt.

A room under the stairs

We loved the location of the basement bathroom since we have a bar/pub-style basement, when we’re hanging out down there, it’s convenient and there is direct access from the back door, down six stairs to get to it… which means it’s accessible for guests at outdoor gatherings without them needing to take off their shoes and hike up a floor and a half to use the bathroom.

The photo from the house listing, they had a sailing/pirate theme

Convenience aside, there was one thing wrong and one thing creepy about the bathroom:

TechnoHome

I’ve been known to talk about my high-tech life when it comes to being partially robotic (a complicated way of saying that I blog about medical devices). One perk aspect of being married to someone who is addicted to technology like Brad is that we have all sorts of cool gadgets in our home.

Most of these were given to us as gifts because…. well Brad. Some are cool little things that are not only handy, but are great conversation starters. If you’re looking for a gift for the hard-to-shop-for technology enthusiast in your life, these are some good options.

1. LED glow coasters. These are pressure sensitive and change colors the longer you have the glass on them. You can find a set of your own here. Continue reading

Christmas… In Photos

We started with a newly painted bathroom (more on that after the new flooring gets put in).

Before Christmas Eve got started I got a needle in my arm for labs for my endo appointment. I already got results and my A1C is down .2, meaning that we didn’t continue to A1C creeping trend! (Down, but stable. Getting closer to my personal goal, a little farther  left.)

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Looking Back: At Shoes

I’m doing a little happy dance that this “controversial” story I’m quoted in went live yesterday. I had the amazing opportunity of sharing last winter’s blog post about being a shoes-off house with an Associated Press editor, who included me, my blog and our “mud room” in the story.

My “Mud Room” is green. Are you surprised?

If you followed a link here… Hi! And welcome.

We’re still a shoes-off house and will remain so, no matter how rude some people think it is. Around the holidays visiting increases, and being asked to remove your shoes when you enter someone’s home shouldn’t be a surprise. All of my Millennial generations friends whose houses and apartments I’ve been to are shoes-off. It’s common, so when you come over, feel free to bring slippers or sport some crazy socks!

And if you’re “needing” the height of a heeled shoe, think about this: I am 4′ 11″ tall and have never once felt the need to compensate with shoes when visiting friends.

Please Take Off Your Shoes

There are two types of households (okay there are probably more but humor me please): Shoes-on and shoes-off.

The K-Couple has a shoes-off home. To some this is completely normal, to others it’s strange. I sometimes feel like a criminal for stopping people at the door when they visit and asking for them to remove their shoes. I feel that having a shoes-off home requires explanation sometimes for understanding. The fact that “it’s my house and I say so” doesn’t fly with many.

Before I explain our reasoning, please know this, if you operate a shoes-on home, I’m not judging you. I did not grow up in a shoes-off home, but was taught to stop at the entry way and inquire whether I should remove my shoes before walking into someone’s home.

So why are we a shoes-free household?

Read the rest of the post, and the list, here.

 

PS: Shoes are outerwear!

Sweetest Day Weekend and a Variety of ‘Weds

I didn’t realize it was Sweetest Day on Saturday until I was browsing Facebook while brushing my teeth on Saturday morning. (Yes, I probably have bedhead and a mouth full of minty fresh foam when I like your pictures and statuses.)

Brad and I celebrated Sweetest Day once upon a time… a long time ago. Before we were a couple. Seven years ago we went on our first date on October 4th (set up by my friend). Our third date was on Sweetest Day and we were in that stage of our relationship when you don’t know if you’re a real couple of just kind of going out. Brad gave me a little potted yellow rose plant… which died approximately two weeks later around the time we decided we were a real couple. Aside from saying “Happy Sweetest day, dear” to each other, that was the last time we celebrated Sweetest Day.

Anyway, we spent Saturday with the newlyweds (my friend Natalie and her husband Tyler) helping them paint at their new home. I can tell that they’ll be happy in their house, but I’m sad it’s an hour drive away instead of the five minutes they used to be.

The husbands

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