Will You Mow the Lawn?

So...I've turned into my father. Not that that's a bad thing. My father is my hero. I love him and think he's amazing. Maybe someday I'll write about why he's so cool.

But ever since I was little, my dad has always had a passion - his home. If he had a choice between staying home and going to a party...or out to dinner...or to anything somewhere that wasn't home, he'd choose home. His home truly is his castle. If he doesn't have some kind of home improvement project going on, he's outside working on the yard. And of course, he always wanted me to help out in the yard, but I was never a big fan. Hence, he always had to ask me to mow the lawn (and pay me to get me to do it).

I moved into an apartment in Springville in August, and I really like it. It's an old building, though, so it needed a little work when we first got it. In addition, buying used furniture always requires you to do a little cleaning / refinishing. As a result, we've done a lot of scraping, caulking, painting, hammering, putting together (new furniture that comes in boxes), and moving around. We steam cleaned a couch (that's quite time-consuming, by the way - we did it in spurts), refinished our cabinets, cleaned / refinished 6 oak chairs and a kitchen table, painted three walls of our living room, recaulked around windows and the baseboards in the kitchen...

The list goes on, but I really have become like my father in that respect. I spend lots of time at Home Depot, and I love it. It's a great store, and I love the smell when you first walk in (wood, mmm...). And I'm constantly finding things about my apartment I want to fix up as I go. Then today (Saturday, my day off), what did I do? I pulled out the paving stones in my patio and redid it. I truly have turned into my father. :)

Before and After Pictures