An Ode to the Commode

I realize that an ode is a song, and I have not written a song. So, I apologize for the misleading title.

If you have been to our little house, you've witnessed the 70's-chic bathrooms that we have. The hallway bathroom is very yellow. Bathtub, counter, toilet, all covered in mustard. The master bathroom is yellow/green/brown/orange and...beautiful...? Such are the joys of a rental house! They function (now!) and do what they need to do, but don't quite compliment the pretty blue and brown towels that we registered for and were graciously given as wedding gifts.

The hallway bathroom's toilet hasn't worked correctly since we moved in. Odds are good that it was the original toilet installed when the house was built. It was a very temperamental toilet and seemed to have a mind of its own - "What? A piece of toilet paper? Let's overflow." Seriously. Every flush was a risk. It didn't just overflow a little, either.

It was also mustard yellow with a wooden lid/seat. Pretty.

But! It completely bit the dust a couple days ago. Jared tried everything he could, but just couldn't make it work right. We called the realty company, they called the landlord, the landlord called the plumber, and said they would come Monday. I was sitting on the couch busying myself on Pinterest and a couple of guys walked up on the back deck. My mind flashed to the P90x cardio workout where you punch and block and kick (I could easily defend myself against any weak person) but I didn't need to punch anybody. Hello, plumbers!

I was standing at the sink doing dishes and watching the front yard. Jared was sitting in the living room and said, "Well, there goes the toilet." Um, what? I looked back out the window, and there was our mustard toilet. Laying down in the grass. It looked sad, and it had met its demise.

I was glad that they took the toilet with them. I wasn't excited about a new lawn decoration.

To spare you the gory details...we got a new toilet! And guess what?

It's white!

I was afraid when they were working and relocated that basket that sits right above the toilet safely to our bedroom. I said, "Let me get this out of your way!" but really meant, "I don't want all of my perfume/hairspray/trusty blue hairbrush/Mary Kay" in the toilet. You know how it goes.

Welcome to the 21st century, hallway bathroom!

Disc Golf Monday

Monday is Jared's day off during the week, and yesterday was his first whole day off that he's had in the past couple of weeks! VBS ate up his day off last week, so we thought we'd do something fun together yesterday. Jared loves disc golf, so we went to the Highland Hills Disc Golf course in North Wilkesboro.

And whoa, my Rainbows were a bad choice! We had so much fun, but neither of us had on good shoes for the course. We weren't quite expecting the rough terrain and all the hills.

Every disc golf course I've been to (grand total: 1) was fairly flat, in a wide open field. It never occurred to me that disc golf would require spiked hiking boots, but perhaps I will be investing in some!

The steep hill to get to the first tee!

On the first hole, we learned that one of Jared's throws equals about 3 of mine. He might be a little stronger than me ;)

The sign says - "Hole #3 - up hill." I think they just spelled "mountain" wrong. Don't let the steps fool you - they stopped about halfway up and we were on the top of the mountain by the time it was all said and done!

There was a pretty stream on the course! I took a break on holes like this one, for fear that I would toss my disc into the stream and Jared would break a leg trying to get it out for me. Just looking out for him, of course.

Me and my hiking Rainbows on one of the bridges over the stream

A hanging basket!

Thank you, Bojangle's!

I didn't play on hole 16, either. It was conveniently located beside these huge things that were covered in "WARNING - HIGH VOLTAGE" signs. It became painfully obvious that I need disc-aiming practice, and I didn't feel like getting shocked yesterday. Or...ever.

Jared's best shot! Good job, hubby!

My best shot. Not even kidding - it lodged straight in to the log, which was easily 15 feet off course. It's okay to be impressed.

We had so much fun sweating and sliding down hills together. We were about to go to bed last night and we were discussing how fun the course was, and Jared said, "Next, we have to try the one in Ashe County!" He did that course once, and said it's not quite as intense as the Highland Hills course. Still, I think I'll be finding some hiking spikes for my flip flops :) I love taking new adventures together!