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Before I forget – and you forget – there is a contest going on here. This contest involves prizes. Be sure to toss out your cookie for the dough (or dough for the cookie – or WHATEVER).

And with that … we’re moving on to today’s OMSHville edition/addition:

So, there are a number of projects that have been going on here in OMSHville – all for the sake of making our house a home. We’ve hit the year and 1/2 mark and we’re tired of it just being a run of the mill cookie-cutter house. All these personal touches are endearing me to it – and yes, that includes Kenny’s oily footprints on the wall by his bed or how he apparently falls asleep at night while picking the texture off that same wall (Actually the texture thing has failed to be endearing, no matter how hard I try to reframe it).

But now we are on another adventure in the “this house is my home” game – a covered back porch. I was very specific to Mr. Builder Man giving me the quote.

“I want it to look like a PART (emphasis on part, of course) of my house – as if it was built when the house was going up – not an afterthought.”

And he gave me the look that male mechanics the world over give to any woman sporting lip gloss and not wearing a mullet style haircut while spitting tobacco…and the look said, “Oh yea, I know what you’re asking for …”

In other words – this baby was gonna cost some big money.

I learned the difference between a shed and hip roof (thank you Google) – and proceeded to dazzle Mr. Builder Man with my knowledge upon his return. Okay, so he wasn’t dazzled, but at least he didn’t think I was a princess any longer. Anyway, we chose the shed roof pricing to save about $1000.00 (yes, you read right) on the project – and were promised it would be everything we ever dreamed of and more. Jeff wrote a check for half to get them started and I went and layed down to recover from the monetary loss – which, much like blood loss of a monthly nature, left me feeling weak.

So, the work started with a projected time frame of two weeks. I watched through my kitchen window as they brought in their manly, man tools (by the way – their air compressor looked like Tattoo from Fantasy Island compared to Mr. OMSH’s baby). They measured and talked and measured some more. Then, they moved to the left side of the porch and did the same thing. Toolbelts went on and sawhorses came out – by golly, they were ready.

From the privacy of my kitchen nook, I caught them in the act of being men.

… and taking breaks.

… and even working. I know … imagine that!

Okay, so really? I can’t complain. These guys were here before 8:30 a.m. and cleaned up their mess everyday when they left. Neither one of them seemed to mind that my dogs kept sniffing them in their not-so-public places, AND they were attentive to keep the back gate closed so I didn’t have to chase down my dogs in the neighborhood. I was completely impressed and told them over and over while serving them coffee in the morning and water in the day. I considered making brownies even, but y’all … I’m not THAT nice.

So, I was gonna take shots of the final product, but alas … one has to charge their digital camera’s battery from time to time for it to work *rolling eyes at self*. I’ll get them up later.

One last word – we put our new patio furniture set out last night (thank you Mr. OMSH for assembling it at midnight) and sat under the porch while the sky did a rain and lightnin’ dance just for us. What a celebration of light and sound. THAT was a little piece of heaven. Now if I could just get this margarator for Mother’s Day my life would be darn near perfect.