Another Weekend Project

Yeah, it was Halloween and Day of the Dead this weekend. But despite these things, the joys of home ownership continue on. This week's project: Painting the front doors.


James paints the door trim. (10/31/2009)

We've had the new doors for almost a year now. They came primed. But we never got around to painting them until now. (We wanted to do it before the wet rainy season kicks in).


James while painting the front doors. (10/31/2009)

The door color: Whole Wheat, from Dunn Edwards. I did the majority of the doors themselves. Tim is taking on the white trim. You wouldn't think painting a front door would take very long, but it's time consuming. But they look great now, so we're happy.

From Mexican to Sexican - LOL

For the last year, I've been meaning to check out this barber shop that my co-worker Walter goes to. It's called Hawleywood's Barber Shop and Shaving Parlor, and it's right here in the OC. I was in desperate need of a haircut, and since we had no major plans this weekend, I thought this will be the time I finally check it out.


New Haircut, Before & After (10/24/2009)

Hawleywood's is a 1940s and 1950s era barbershop that specializes in straight razor shaves and high and tight old school haircuts. We're talking pompodours, duck tails, flat tops, crew cuts, etc.

The place was awesome. The room was long and narrow, with a line of maybe eight or 10 old-time Naugahyde barber chairs — complete with ash trays in the arms. The walls were covered with vintage motorcycle pics and stuff like that.


New Haircut, Before & After (10/24/2009)

Unlike most typical old school barbershops, all the barbers there were under 40. Although most were pretty heavily tatted, they were all dressed to the nines, complete with perfectly-creased trousers, leather shoes and vests.


New Haircut, Before & After (10/24/2009)

No women are allowed in the shop, a fact clearly stated by the array of male-focused magazines to choose from, including a few tittie magazine titles. When you sit down, an attendant will bring you a beer if you so choose — Pabst Blue Ribbon in the can. It's definitely a man's place (accentuated by the fact that they will kick you out if you wear a fanny pack, tennis socks or Oakley sunglasses).


New Haircut, Before & After (10/24/2009)

Cesar was my barber. I didn't have enough length on the top to pull some of the haircuts off, so I settled for what they call the "Business Man" ... a little long on top with a part. Cesar did a great job I thought. What do you think?

The Truman Show

In a world filled with uncertainties, there are many unanswered questions. What is the meaning of life? Why can't the world's nations peacefully coexist? And most importantly, why haven't Tim and James updated their blog in months?


James and Truman's first picture together. (03/14/2009)

We can't tell you bupkis about the first two questions. But the third question can be answered in a single word: Truman.


Truman the day we brought him home. (03/14/2009)

Yes, for the last seven months, our lives have revolved around a cute little miniature schnauzer puppy we adopted in March. Since then you could say our lives could easily be called "The Truman Show." And it goes without saying, we spend much more time taking care of this little fella, which cut into our blogging time.


Truman was so small when we first got him. (03/14/2009)

A birthday gift to me from Tim, Truman has been a welcome addition to our family. Most of the time anyway. It depends on if Truman is being the little angel that he sometimes is or the little devil that he sometimes is.


Truman's first bath. (04/04/2009)

We were glad to have a dog again, since it had been almost a year-and-a-half since we had to put down our beloved Simon. Although frankly, we were a little leery of going through the puppy phase. It was hard for a couple of months, but now that he's nine months old, it's a lot easier than when he was three or four months.


Truman in the car. (05/30/2009)

A lot of people ask me about his name. I wanted him to have a presidential sounding name, so I named him after president Harry S. Truman. As it turns out, our pup seems to share some of the traits of the former president.


Truman looking adorable. (06/18/2009)

Harry S. Truman was a feisty little son-of-a-gun who was often referred to as "Give 'Em Hell Harry." Our pup — who we jokingly call "Harry Ass Truman" — is also a feisty little son-of-a-gun who gives us hell quite a bit. But then moments later, he can be an irresistable little angel.


Tim & Truman. (07/11/2009)

We're still working on eradicating some of his bad habits (like his propensity to steal our socks). But despite his occasional behavior issues (and what puppy doesn't have them?) he is definitely a joy. Welcome to our family Truman!