I'm Back (and better than ever?)

I have to tell you, the Christmas season sucked the life right out of me this year.  I took a vacation from the computer.  It was more of a forced vacation.  I had so much shit to do and would never have gotten anything done had I even glanced online.  You know how it is, you go on to Facebook to see what everyone's up to and three hours later you're still on computer with 50 different tabs open looking up android porn.  But I digress.

Last weekend, we installed one of these bad boys on the side door and I fucking love it!

Now I feel like I'm entering some sort of top secret spy heaquarters whenever I come home.  Not only do I no longer have to worry about Kid1 forgetting her key and locking all four of them out of the house after school, but I get the added bonus feeling like I'm important enough to require extra security measures to keep me safe.

I can only imagine what a burglar would be thinking when he ('cause all burglars are guys, right?) sees the lock.

"Score! This house must have some pretty nice shit to need a lock like that!" Waits until we are all out to break the kitchen window.  "Damn, this people are practically living below the poverty line.  I mean, why the fuck do they need a cool lock like that?  They don't even have a flat panel TV!  Fuck this shit, I'm out of here."

(In case you didn't get the point of this post, I really think our new lock is nifty.)

BONUS RENOVATION STORY:

2012 is the year I finally get this house looking like I live here and not some little old lady.  I feel like I have been living in someone else's house for the last almost four years.  So far, I have painted the hallway (which I think is pretty fucking spectacular since it's not even the end of the first month).  At the end of the hall, I put a nice print of a picture similar to this one.

Kevin and I are drawn to pictures of paths. But, the end of the path can't be shown in the picture.  We were looking at the print and talking about why we like them so much and we came to the conclusion that our life is so shitty that we like looking down a path because there has to be something better at the end of it.  We're either the biggest pessimists in the world or just really insightful.  Or both.