No water. None. Zilch. Zero.
Maybe tomorrow.
This little boy pulls drawing utensils out of thin air. I don't know where he finds them. I swear I'm going to cut off his fingers. This is really not a good start to his art career.
Finally it is time for the big piano reveal!! I went green, people!! I love how clean the lines were before the top got cluttered up with stuff my kids decided looked nice. How do I nicely tell my kids I will not be keeping these figurines and also... I have a picture fetish. I know it's a problem. I need to take some of the pictures I have everywhere and put them away.
I love how my pillows go so well with the color. My next chore is to declutter the house. I feel a DI trip coming very soon in my future...
Today marks a milestone in the years since Trevor and I have been married. Our first stitches.
Carter was being silly and walking around with a blanket over his head when he tripped and sliced his nose open on the fireplace.
I wasn't sure whether to take him into the Dr or not. It was so hard to see how bad the cut was. But then I got brave a pulled both sides of it apart to see that his nose had been sliced in two. Yuck.
So we went to the ER and they put two stitches in his teenie nose. Sad. They strapped him to a board so he wouldn't move. He was spewing blood everywhere and screaming bloody murder. Head wounds bleed a lot. And now my shirt is ruined.
I'm so mad at my body right now. I just had a massive shoulder attack while laying in my bed watching 19 kids and counting. I haven't had anything like this and so massive in a long time. These things are scary because you don't know how long they will last and they hurt really really really really badly. It's a very horrible muscle spasm in case you are wondering what I'm talking about.
When I was little I injured my shoulder by tearing part of my rotator cuff. Not wanting anyone to worry about me, I kept it to myself. All those years ago when the spasms first started happening, I thought it was heart related. Like a heart attack. I thought maybe I was dying. These things hurt people!
Anyway, I am kind of paralyzed with fear right now and I'm scared to move for fear of it happening again. Ugh. I want to cut my arm off.
Old table: Too busy. Too many lines. Not as sturdy as i would like. Got left outside for reasons I can't discuss. Got ruined. Had to figure out something.
Time to think about this one.
New table: Solid base. Love the new top. Smooth as a baby's bottom. Industrial. Super fun. I love the look of metal!
Now I have a few questions: what should I do with the skirt? That's the piece of wood just underneath the table top. I could stain it the same as the top. I could paint it, but what color?
Next question: But first a statement. Walmart started carrying my chairs about 9 months after I purchased them. Same color and everything. I hate that. I'm thinking about painting my chairs. I'm thinking about a copper/taupe color. I need some neutral in my house anyway and also the red might possibly clash with my piano, but more on that one later. I don't want to give the piano color away just yet. So what do you think? Paint the chairs, or live with them.
Thanks for your design help!
The hardware store and the automotive store workers are jerks. I hate going into those stores because the men that work there always ALWAYS treat me like an imbecile. I know a lot of men who know a whole lot less on the subject that get treated way better just because they are men. So rude.
Today I went to the hardware/lumber store to pick up some 1x4s for a new table top. First of all, the LADY behind the counter was rude as always. After I asked her a few questions about her lumber I bought some and drove around back to pick it up. I hate this particular store because you have to buy the lumber sight unseen and they don't have a list of what they carry so you have to ask a lot of questions and they get irritated really fast.
In the back, a guy that's helped me a lot before was there and grabbing the lumber for me. I told him I didn't want anything that wasn't straight. He looked at me and said "oh yeah. You're the girl that buys the wood for arts and crafts."
Ummm. Hahaha! What?!? Arts and crafts? If any guy was buying wood to build something, he would be called a woodworker. But I do arts and crafts? I just laughed and said "yeah."