I've been ignoring numerous requests for pictures of the inside of our palace. Not because I didn't want people to see it, but because we still had unpacking to do. But, we had people over this weekend, and what better way to get your rear in gear and finish setting up house? So, here is our house. Complete with narration:
(FYI, you can click on the pictures to make them bigger)
Here's the main (2nd floor) entrance to our house:
Bathroom's on the left:
Yes, that is a urinal. (Don't worry, there is also a toilet to the left)
Kitchen's to the right of the entrance:
There is a mini-fridge in the kitchen, but we also have a huge pantry with a full-size fridge in there.
From the kitchen, we go to the dining room:
From the dining room, you can go out onto the terrace:
And the lovely view:
(it really is a great view - photos don't do it justice)
From the dining room, you can also go to the living room:
From the living room, we go to the stairwell:
1st Floor (we also call it the basement, but it's not really below ground)
From the stairs, you have the bathroom on the right, the oil room straight ahead, and the other rooms to the left:
The 1st floor bathroom:
There is also a shower on the left side.
Here's what will eventually be Josh's pool room:
On the left side of the pool room, thru the door, is what will be our "game room". Eventually, we're going to get a couch (a pull-out, so we'll have an extra bedroom) and some chairs for the game room.
Then, on the right side of the pool room is the 1st floor entrance, and beyond that, the laundry room, deep freezer, and storage room:
The view from our downstairs porch. Up on that hill is a biergarten. Tragic, isn't it?
Ok, back to the stairs. Now we're going up to the 3rd floor:
3rd floor hallway. From here, the bathroom is on the right, the guest room is straight ahead, the master bedroom is next to that, another storage room is next to the master, and then our dressing room is on the left.
Yes, ladies, we have a dressing room. Two wardrobes on the right side, and one wardrobe and one dresser on the left side. (remember - no closets in Germany)
Unfortunately for us, the bathroom is a horrible pepto-pink color:
This is the guest bedroom/office. As soon as I find the perfect desk, I'll be able to unpack the very last box (which is why the far side of the room has crap stacked up).
And, finally, the master bedroom. Eventually, we're going to buy a chaise lounge, and make a little reading nook in the corner.
Yes, that's Sasha under the bed.
We still need to get a lot of artwork, and trinkets (not to mention several pieces of furniture) - we have a lot of bare walls and shelves. But, we have a ton of room, so we need to start having houseguests!! Maybe I should run my own bed & breakfast....
Also, did you notice how many pictures Sasha and Rufus were in? I can't do a bloomin' thing without both of them following me, wherever I go.
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Thursday, July 21, 2011
Issues
I am Courtney, and I am a complainer.
I really try not to be. I hate it when other people complain. But dammit, sometimes it's just so easy. Now, I'm a happy person. I love life. I love where I am in this world. I love my house, and my family, and friends, etc. etc. etc.
But I would like to complain about some things. Yeah yeah, another post in which I complain about silly things that have no bearing on life. Stuff it.
So, here are some issues I'm having with my house.
1. All of the countertops in the kitchen, and all of the bathroom sinks, were apparently built for midgets. Now, I'm an Amazon of a woman, but I really think it's slightly ridiculous for the kitchen counters to be crotch-high. Makes for some difficult baking.
2. Tile floors. This really is not the house's fault - just a problem with the family dynamics. The 1st and 2nd floors are all tile (which will be AWESOME in the winter, because they're heated). This means that pet-hair tumbleweeds form in less than 12 hours. I hate cleaning, and now I have to sweep every day. Suck. First thing on my Christmas list this year? A roomba. It's going to happen, people.
3. Stupid freaking tiny German washing machines with English instructions, only the instructions are for a different model of the same brand of washing machines. Somehow my whites just aren't getting as white.
4. Apparently, we have crazy German neighbors. Our landlord & his wife (who are extremely nice, good people) live next door to us. Well, across the street from them, lives a mean old goat, his wife, and the meanest little dog from hell. The old man yelled at Josh on Day 2 of us being here, because Josh was walking Sasha in front of the man's house, without a leash. (at least, that's what Josh could decipher was the reason) Although, every other German we've seen with a dog NEVER uses a leash. But anyway, we asked our landlord about this old man, and he says, "Oh, he is just a horrible, horrible, crazy man." So, now we don't feel so bad about letting Sasha off her leash. Besides, our landlord never has his dog on a leash. Also, apparently the crazy neighbors like to yell at each other. A lot. Outside...
5. Storage space. Germans just do not believe in closets. Thankfully there are just two of us, because there is no room for any more stuff (even though this house is flipping HUGE). We do have an attic, but apparently the Mister has an attic phobia. And I can't really climb up a ladder carrying heavy things, because of The Ankle.
6. German electrical plugs. Few and far between. Makes laying on the couch for while surfing the internet very inconvenient....well, if doing so for more than 3 hours....not that I ever do that, or anything...
7. Windows. Now, I love the German windows. They can open from the side, or from the top. And, the weather is so nice, we can leave the windows open all the time (houses don't have A/C here). HOWEVER, Germans do not do window screens. I have no idea why, but this fact means that we constantly have to deal with flies in the house. Which, actually, is just fine with Rufus. He gets to play Hunter all day long.
And......I think that's all the complaining I can do right now. It really takes it out of me.
Especially since, all in all, I LOVE this house, and I'm 100 times happier here than I ever was in stupid Dayton.
I really try not to be. I hate it when other people complain. But dammit, sometimes it's just so easy. Now, I'm a happy person. I love life. I love where I am in this world. I love my house, and my family, and friends, etc. etc. etc.
But I would like to complain about some things. Yeah yeah, another post in which I complain about silly things that have no bearing on life. Stuff it.
So, here are some issues I'm having with my house.
1. All of the countertops in the kitchen, and all of the bathroom sinks, were apparently built for midgets. Now, I'm an Amazon of a woman, but I really think it's slightly ridiculous for the kitchen counters to be crotch-high. Makes for some difficult baking.
2. Tile floors. This really is not the house's fault - just a problem with the family dynamics. The 1st and 2nd floors are all tile (which will be AWESOME in the winter, because they're heated). This means that pet-hair tumbleweeds form in less than 12 hours. I hate cleaning, and now I have to sweep every day. Suck. First thing on my Christmas list this year? A roomba. It's going to happen, people.
3. Stupid freaking tiny German washing machines with English instructions, only the instructions are for a different model of the same brand of washing machines. Somehow my whites just aren't getting as white.
4. Apparently, we have crazy German neighbors. Our landlord & his wife (who are extremely nice, good people) live next door to us. Well, across the street from them, lives a mean old goat, his wife, and the meanest little dog from hell. The old man yelled at Josh on Day 2 of us being here, because Josh was walking Sasha in front of the man's house, without a leash. (at least, that's what Josh could decipher was the reason) Although, every other German we've seen with a dog NEVER uses a leash. But anyway, we asked our landlord about this old man, and he says, "Oh, he is just a horrible, horrible, crazy man." So, now we don't feel so bad about letting Sasha off her leash. Besides, our landlord never has his dog on a leash. Also, apparently the crazy neighbors like to yell at each other. A lot. Outside...
5. Storage space. Germans just do not believe in closets. Thankfully there are just two of us, because there is no room for any more stuff (even though this house is flipping HUGE). We do have an attic, but apparently the Mister has an attic phobia. And I can't really climb up a ladder carrying heavy things, because of The Ankle.
6. German electrical plugs. Few and far between. Makes laying on the couch for while surfing the internet very inconvenient....well, if doing so for more than 3 hours....not that I ever do that, or anything...
7. Windows. Now, I love the German windows. They can open from the side, or from the top. And, the weather is so nice, we can leave the windows open all the time (houses don't have A/C here). HOWEVER, Germans do not do window screens. I have no idea why, but this fact means that we constantly have to deal with flies in the house. Which, actually, is just fine with Rufus. He gets to play Hunter all day long.
And......I think that's all the complaining I can do right now. It really takes it out of me.
Especially since, all in all, I LOVE this house, and I'm 100 times happier here than I ever was in stupid Dayton.
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