So, the house is up for sale; has been for a few days. Had my first showing the other day and the feedback from the showing agent was that my house was, "...immaculate and superbly ambianced."
Yes, thank you, thank you; thank you very much. Those are the words I like to hear. After all, my house is an extension of myself, and "immaculate" is a word that I'm rather fond of.
The buyer said the house was on the high end of what they're able to afford, but they loved the place. I, personally, think the house is priced low, and will not be willing to budge too much on the price. Was I not trying to sell as quickly as possible, I'd have the price up about $6,000.
Did you know it took me 9 hours, or was it 10, to paint my kitchen?!?! Yes, indeed. That's what happens when you are covering a medium blue color with "Vanilla Wafer," and you ask the guy at the paint counter to give you the cheapest paint available. Dumb, dumb, dumb. Learn from my mistake, don't ever do that. I may as well have been painting with water. 52 coats later, the kitchen actually transformed itself from blue to a light, bright, paled yellow "Vanilla Wafer."
I think I should have been a paint namer. Whatever color of paint I buy, I always have to rename it. Like the girls' room; I don't know what the paint color was called, as I renamed it "Pony Palace Purple." And for my favorite son, there was, of course, "Best Boy Blue." My bedroom just so happens to be brown. I think the paint color was something like "Poop Brown," but I renamed it to "Better Than Sex Chocolate Chuntey." The main bathroom is "Calgon Take Me Away Grey" and the living room is "Come and Stay a Day Blue." The dining room, which is a grey-green was a big disappointment to me, as it wasn't the color I wanted, so I didn't give that color the priviledge of having a special name.
Life is so much more fun when you put some flare into it.
Unlike most women, I'm not a stand-at-the-paint-counter-for-hours-looking-at-samples type of gal. It took me all of 5 seconds to pick my paint. What can I say, a classic "Know it when I see it" moment. I do so enjoy paint. But not know. After repainting nearly every room in the house, I'd prefer not to paint again for a long while. I do so enjoy paint, just not lately.
And the tendonitis in my arm is flared up again. As for the knees, I only run on the weekends now; usually an 8 to 10 miler which leaves me with aching knees for the rest of the week...but for some reason, I think it's worth it, so I keep doing it. Talk about a dog going back to their vomit!
I have company coming today. I suppose I should go fix my hair. Speaking of hair, I got a nice comment the other day, in WinCo of all places. There I was in the nasty public bathroom with Little Squirt, instructing her as a good mother does, on the proper washing of her hands, when the other occupant in the bathroom (who kept staring at me) said, "You have the most beautiful hair." I was rather surprised, and then thought, "Well, I did actually fix it today." I smiled and said a nice thank you. What a sweet thing to say to the woman with the untamed head of hair.
Speaking of which, I think it would be fun to do barrel racing. I was telling the girls how we could set up some barrels in the pasture at the new house and practice racing around them. Doesn't that sound like glorious fun? I'd send the kids off to school in the morning, have Ben & Jerry's for breakfast, then go race around barrels all afternoon. Call it a mid-life crisis; call it insanity; call it what ya want, but ya gotta call it fun!
Square dancing. I think I'd like to take up square dancing as well. I'd still like to do ballroom, but I think there are more options for square dancing around these parts.
And I'd like to be in a band again. I've found a good drummer....know of a great guitar and bass palyer...yes, a band.
And as for softball, I didn't get on a team this year. Hopefully I'll be moving instead.
Note to self: stop eating Chocolate Marshmellow Mateys for breakfast. Besides shaking from the sugar rush, I end up a little bit dizzy and then get a headache (not to mention that I think I see the first signs of a love-handle). This is a bad habit that's got to stop...tomorrow...or as soon as the giant sized bag is empty...
OK. Back to work!
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Sunday, April 26, 2009
I'm Officialy a Red Neck
That's right. I am officially a red neck. I fried my back and neck so wonderfully last Monday whilst moving tons of wood from the parking pad that I do believe I can earn the title, mostly physically, as a red neck. There are dangers to wearing cami tops while owning white skin.
But I just bathed and was able to take off an entire layer of my own skin. It was a bit of a freakish moment as I peeled large quantities of gooey skin off my backside, making me feel like some sort of exotic over-sized snake.
Gosh, just how many times can one person be interrupted while trying to write about such important things? I am now completely frustrated, have a bigger headache than I did 5 minutes ago, and no longer want to be social. Where's the mute button on people, anyway?
Argh. This red neck is taking her red backside to bed.
But I just bathed and was able to take off an entire layer of my own skin. It was a bit of a freakish moment as I peeled large quantities of gooey skin off my backside, making me feel like some sort of exotic over-sized snake.
Gosh, just how many times can one person be interrupted while trying to write about such important things? I am now completely frustrated, have a bigger headache than I did 5 minutes ago, and no longer want to be social. Where's the mute button on people, anyway?
Argh. This red neck is taking her red backside to bed.
Sunday, April 12, 2009
Moving?
Went back and looked at that house again today. I think it just may be the one. It was fun watching the kids romp around and play with the dog (I think the previous owners just left it), looking so young and carefree. Up and down the pasture they went, the whole lot of them, especially the four legged furry one, enjoying a much needed release of energy. It made my heart smile. I wanted to join them, but no, I just stood in the purple kitchen and thought about how to make the cupboards look better.
Just got done taping and texturing one of the downstairs bedrooms--a full bucket of mud to get that room done! Suddenly, small bedrooms are really appealing to me. I may just have to post some pictures of the progress. Hopefully the mud will be cured tomorrow and I can start the painting process. My right hand is a little cramped from the hand texturing, but I think I can still pick my nose, so all is well. Have you seen the new (to me, anyways!) drywall tape? Very cool stuff! SO much easier to use than the paper stuff--what a pain.
Tired. Full moon equals no sleep, equals one tired mama. And I still haven't cleaned all the dishes from Easter dinner. Oh well. But I am high on fumes from a super-sized bucket of joint compound, and I've consumed way more ham than one person should in a month's time; time to flush the system!
Seeing how brushing one's teeth while typing isn't the greatest idea, I shall sign off.
So much to do now that I've got my sites set on getting this place ready to sell;let the anality begin!
Just got done taping and texturing one of the downstairs bedrooms--a full bucket of mud to get that room done! Suddenly, small bedrooms are really appealing to me. I may just have to post some pictures of the progress. Hopefully the mud will be cured tomorrow and I can start the painting process. My right hand is a little cramped from the hand texturing, but I think I can still pick my nose, so all is well. Have you seen the new (to me, anyways!) drywall tape? Very cool stuff! SO much easier to use than the paper stuff--what a pain.
Tired. Full moon equals no sleep, equals one tired mama. And I still haven't cleaned all the dishes from Easter dinner. Oh well. But I am high on fumes from a super-sized bucket of joint compound, and I've consumed way more ham than one person should in a month's time; time to flush the system!
Seeing how brushing one's teeth while typing isn't the greatest idea, I shall sign off.
So much to do now that I've got my sites set on getting this place ready to sell;let the anality begin!
Saturday, April 11, 2009
Things That Make You Go "Hmmmm"
I like things that make you go, "Hmmmmm."
Those are the things that really let you get to know a person, I think. The little odd quirks and kinks; places in people that aren't usually seen upon first glance, or even the second or third. I have a few myself:
I like to gorge (is that too strong of a word?... Nope!) myself every Wednesday afternoon at Idaho Pizza Company. Gorge, baby, gorge! I have been doing IF (intermittent fasting) lately, and let me tell ya--that's really cutting down on how much I can eat, as my stomach shrinks down to a healthy (i.e. normal) size. I think 10 slices of pizza was my all time high, then I had to finish it all off with a few of those cinnamon sticks. I totally skip the salad bar. I mean, why pay for runny salad dressing when you can load up on PIZZA? Totally doesn't make sense to me. I can't quite do 10 pieces anymore, though. I'm down to about 6 being my total maxed-out state of being. Bummer!
I love to gorge on Wednesday's because I'm normally not a gorge-er. That, and it's double punch Wednesday, so I do get, overall, a 20% savings. And, Wednesday is also the only day of the week that I drink pop. I get the perfect amount of ice, then give myself 25% Pepsi, then fill the glass the rest of the way up with Diet. It doesn't taste so dirty that way, and I'm not consuming massive calories--I save that for the pizza.
So there you have it, something to make you go, "Hmmmmm."
That, and I like Robin Eggs. The Easter candies. It's just something about the texture and the flavor that get me hooked like some crack addict, "Just one! Just one more!" Then POOF, the entire bag is gone. How does that happen? I think it has something to do with quantum physics.
Hmmmmmm.
I like to wear my cowgirl boots, especially now that they're broken in just perfect. Sometimes I wear my jammies, my boots and my hat. I think better that way. Don't know why. Either that or I've got a few screws loose. Sometimes I wear my cowgirl hat to unload the groceries. Don't ask me why, I just like to.
Hmmmmmmmmm.
I really do like my boots. Boots with attitude. A splash of sass. I was originally going to go for the brown ones with the pretty stitching, but thought they were a little too ordinary. It took me a while, (and I almost settled for brown with blue--a lighter shade of blue--) but then I found them, waiting patiently for our destinies to be intertwined; beckoning me to search the city over just to find them. Red with colorful stitching , squared toed, wing tipped, and begging to be on my feet. They are a thing of beauty. Only the uppers are red, the toe box is chestnut brown. I never thought almost $200 would come out of the checking account and onto my feet, but I'm glad it did (thank you!). There's nothing quite like having expensive inspiration on your feet. Mmm, mmm, mmm. Much like Wonder Woman and her fancy underware, I can do anything while in my boots.
Hmmm.
I'm gearing up for my country home. Just looked at a place tonight. If you were to compare the house to the palace I live in now, you'd say, "Why on earth would you want to move?" But there's just something about the view, the breeze, walking the land, and looking at the endless neighbors. Oh wait, there weren't any neighbors (just one)...that's right, baby! There was a nice hill nearby that beckoned for me to run it, and there was so much work to be done, I could salivate over giving the place a make-over. The place was ready for my cows and horses and goats and chickens, and yes, my Lacey dog. It even had fruit trees. Why anyone needs more than one apricot tree is news to me, but hey, to each his own, aye? .... Had a fireplace insert and a large dining room, which is always important to me, 5 bedrooms, a hideous purple kitchen, and a double deck that awaited a table and summer eatings; burgers fresh off the grill!. The place has potential. We'll see. We will see.
I wouldn't have to go to the gym anymore if I had a place like that. I'd be so busy working my butt off everyday whilst milking, gathering, planting, sweating; it'd be wonderful. No more boring dumbells and walking lunges or bent-over rows and flyes. Give me a hoe and a good pair of gloves and I've got myself a work out routine to get me ripped. Yeah baby.
Hmmmmmmm.
I'm tired. Supposed to watch a movie but don't know if I can make it. Tomorrow's Easter. One of my daughter's doesn't have white shoes to wear. Shhhhhhh. Don't tell the fashion police!! How could I sink so low?
Time to pass out.
Hmmmmmzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.
Those are the things that really let you get to know a person, I think. The little odd quirks and kinks; places in people that aren't usually seen upon first glance, or even the second or third. I have a few myself:
I like to gorge (is that too strong of a word?... Nope!) myself every Wednesday afternoon at Idaho Pizza Company. Gorge, baby, gorge! I have been doing IF (intermittent fasting) lately, and let me tell ya--that's really cutting down on how much I can eat, as my stomach shrinks down to a healthy (i.e. normal) size. I think 10 slices of pizza was my all time high, then I had to finish it all off with a few of those cinnamon sticks. I totally skip the salad bar. I mean, why pay for runny salad dressing when you can load up on PIZZA? Totally doesn't make sense to me. I can't quite do 10 pieces anymore, though. I'm down to about 6 being my total maxed-out state of being. Bummer!
I love to gorge on Wednesday's because I'm normally not a gorge-er. That, and it's double punch Wednesday, so I do get, overall, a 20% savings. And, Wednesday is also the only day of the week that I drink pop. I get the perfect amount of ice, then give myself 25% Pepsi, then fill the glass the rest of the way up with Diet. It doesn't taste so dirty that way, and I'm not consuming massive calories--I save that for the pizza.
So there you have it, something to make you go, "Hmmmmm."
That, and I like Robin Eggs. The Easter candies. It's just something about the texture and the flavor that get me hooked like some crack addict, "Just one! Just one more!" Then POOF, the entire bag is gone. How does that happen? I think it has something to do with quantum physics.
Hmmmmmm.
I like to wear my cowgirl boots, especially now that they're broken in just perfect. Sometimes I wear my jammies, my boots and my hat. I think better that way. Don't know why. Either that or I've got a few screws loose. Sometimes I wear my cowgirl hat to unload the groceries. Don't ask me why, I just like to.
Hmmmmmmmmm.
I really do like my boots. Boots with attitude. A splash of sass. I was originally going to go for the brown ones with the pretty stitching, but thought they were a little too ordinary. It took me a while, (and I almost settled for brown with blue--a lighter shade of blue--) but then I found them, waiting patiently for our destinies to be intertwined; beckoning me to search the city over just to find them. Red with colorful stitching , squared toed, wing tipped, and begging to be on my feet. They are a thing of beauty. Only the uppers are red, the toe box is chestnut brown. I never thought almost $200 would come out of the checking account and onto my feet, but I'm glad it did (thank you!). There's nothing quite like having expensive inspiration on your feet. Mmm, mmm, mmm. Much like Wonder Woman and her fancy underware, I can do anything while in my boots.
Hmmm.
I'm gearing up for my country home. Just looked at a place tonight. If you were to compare the house to the palace I live in now, you'd say, "Why on earth would you want to move?" But there's just something about the view, the breeze, walking the land, and looking at the endless neighbors. Oh wait, there weren't any neighbors (just one)...that's right, baby! There was a nice hill nearby that beckoned for me to run it, and there was so much work to be done, I could salivate over giving the place a make-over. The place was ready for my cows and horses and goats and chickens, and yes, my Lacey dog. It even had fruit trees. Why anyone needs more than one apricot tree is news to me, but hey, to each his own, aye? .... Had a fireplace insert and a large dining room, which is always important to me, 5 bedrooms, a hideous purple kitchen, and a double deck that awaited a table and summer eatings; burgers fresh off the grill!. The place has potential. We'll see. We will see.
I wouldn't have to go to the gym anymore if I had a place like that. I'd be so busy working my butt off everyday whilst milking, gathering, planting, sweating; it'd be wonderful. No more boring dumbells and walking lunges or bent-over rows and flyes. Give me a hoe and a good pair of gloves and I've got myself a work out routine to get me ripped. Yeah baby.
Hmmmmmmm.
I'm tired. Supposed to watch a movie but don't know if I can make it. Tomorrow's Easter. One of my daughter's doesn't have white shoes to wear. Shhhhhhh. Don't tell the fashion police!! How could I sink so low?
Time to pass out.
Hmmmmmzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Life in Song
Fathers, love your daughters.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uhOJW4Uwy3c&feature=related
I heard you, Jason.
Everyday there is someone who needs to be heard, sometimes it is even ourselves.
“Music speaks what cannot be expressed,
soothes the mind and gives it rest,
heals the heart and makes it whole,
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FEn74zP1glQ
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uHdcyue0bSw&feature=related
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rdlkQYyY37k&feature=PlayList&p=D396F50E5C93439B&playnext=1&playnext_from=PL&index=14
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lx8TMaME1oc&feature=PlayList&p=D396F50E5C93439B&index=17
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WyoVJfADlwo
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uhOJW4Uwy3c&feature=related
I heard you, Jason.
Everyday there is someone who needs to be heard, sometimes it is even ourselves.
“Music speaks what cannot be expressed,
soothes the mind and gives it rest,
heals the heart and makes it whole,
flows from heaven to the soul.”
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FEn74zP1glQ
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uHdcyue0bSw&feature=related
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rdlkQYyY37k&feature=PlayList&p=D396F50E5C93439B&playnext=1&playnext_from=PL&index=14
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lx8TMaME1oc&feature=PlayList&p=D396F50E5C93439B&index=17
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WyoVJfADlwo
Let It Fade
Have you been walking on a surface that's uncertain?
Have you helped yourself to everything that's empty?
You can't live this way too long.
There's more than this, more than this.
Have you been standing on your own feet too long?
Have you been looking for a place where you belong?
You can rest, you will find rest.
You can rest, you will find rest.
Let this old life crumble, let it fade.
Let this new life offer be your saving grace.
Let this old life crumble, let it fade, let it fade.
Have you been holding on to what this world has offered?
Have you been giving in to all these masquerades?
It will be gone, forever gone.
It will be gone, it will be gone
Let this old life crumble, let it fade.
Let this new life offer be your saving grace.
Let this old life crumble, let it fade, let it fade.
Let it fade.
Are you carrying the weight too much?
Are you running from the call?
Let it fade.
You can rest, you will find rest.
You can rest you will find rest.
Let this old life crumble, let it fade.
Let this new life offered be your saving grace.
Let this old life crumble, let it fade, let it fade.
Let this old life crumble, let it fade.
Have you been standing on your own feet too long?
Have you been looking for a place where you belong?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=791NEtPGeKM&feature=related
Have you helped yourself to everything that's empty?
You can't live this way too long.
There's more than this, more than this.
Have you been standing on your own feet too long?
Have you been looking for a place where you belong?
You can rest, you will find rest.
You can rest, you will find rest.
Let this old life crumble, let it fade.
Let this new life offer be your saving grace.
Let this old life crumble, let it fade, let it fade.
Have you been holding on to what this world has offered?
Have you been giving in to all these masquerades?
It will be gone, forever gone.
It will be gone, it will be gone
Let this old life crumble, let it fade.
Let this new life offer be your saving grace.
Let this old life crumble, let it fade, let it fade.
Let it fade.
Are you carrying the weight too much?
Are you running from the call?
Let it fade.
You can rest, you will find rest.
You can rest you will find rest.
Let this old life crumble, let it fade.
Let this new life offered be your saving grace.
Let this old life crumble, let it fade, let it fade.
Let this old life crumble, let it fade.
Have you been standing on your own feet too long?
Have you been looking for a place where you belong?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=791NEtPGeKM&feature=related
April Already?
It's April already? Where'd March go? Or even the end of February for that matter? And why is there a thin little blond walking around naked in my house? (No, this is not some perverted porn palace--back before defilement entered the world, people, two to be precise, walked around naked and were "unashamed.") I can no longer walk around, giggling, while naked, in broad daylight. I think that is a privilege given only to innocent pre-schoolers who like to warm themselves by the fire before lamenting themselves into actually putting clothes on (was my skin really that smooth once???).
Anyway, I can't believe April is almost half over.
Time can go so quickly, and yet so slowly at times. Fast when it's fun, painfully slow when its not, or it can go-gone: it's just gone, in a flash, when you mentally take a leave of absence and then wake up one day and say, "It's April already? Where'd March go? Or even the end of February for that matter?" Go-gone. I believe that's the official term for that certain span of time that you simply cannot account for other than you're sure you slept, perhaps ate, and bathed a few times...but you can't be sure. Is that ME I smell?
Why no. It's the new recipe I've put in the crock pot to torture me all day as I smell the sweet chili sauce tangoing with a splash of chipolte, fresh squeezed lemon, crushed garlic, chili powder and molasses. Of course, I couldn't follow the recipe exactly, that would be proposterous; so we'll see just how well these chicken tenders turn out.
So, it's April already and I struggle within my brain. I wrestle inside my head and am amazed at how one proportionally small unit of the body can be such a force to be reckoned with. I have never been pitted against myself so much as these past few months. Or has it been years? Grey mass can be so hard to reign in, bring under one's rule, to be made obedient. Many things I have been learning, my young Pad-wa, that I may one day be a great Jedi Master.
And I don't even like Star Wars.
Go ahead, stone me! Call me un-American! I DON'T LIKE STAR WARS!!! Why couldn't they just be in chronological order, anyway? Why's it got to be so confusing? Lord of the Rings, now that I can handle, even like. Beautiful scenery, quick dialog, epic battles..."And I am no man..." she passionately states, as she yanks off her battle helmet, blond locks tumbling down around her vexed face, and *poof* the demon fighter is defeated! Now, that's a scene that rivals Yoda. Come on: long haired blond babe in mid-evil dress or scary looking green globular man-it-thing in potato sack? How hard is this, really?
So, anyway, March flew by like one of those Death Riders from above movie, screeching its blood-curdling, life sucking, fear striking, screech, and now it's April. Already. Already it's April. And I find myself in a very curious place. My life now has a new perspective: the Before and After; like a canyon that divides two towns. All of life's events are neatly shuffled into one of two places, fitted snuggly into a large, nonexistent file cabinet under one of two headings: Before or After. And what a nice place, if it can be called that, for a division line; age 30.
You know that song, "Life is a highway, I'm gonna ride it all night long?" Was that written in a euphoric state? Who's life is a highway? Highways are smooth roads being, usually, the shortest distance between two other points, often creating a line. Highways have painted lines, signs giving clear directions, rest stops and soft shoulders. They're pleasant to ride, especially in a convertible, the wind racing through your hair and caressing your skin. Whilst it's a fun song to sing as a teenager, life ain't no highway.
No, baby, it ain't no highway.
How'd it get to be April already?
Anyway, I can't believe April is almost half over.
Time can go so quickly, and yet so slowly at times. Fast when it's fun, painfully slow when its not, or it can go-gone: it's just gone, in a flash, when you mentally take a leave of absence and then wake up one day and say, "It's April already? Where'd March go? Or even the end of February for that matter?" Go-gone. I believe that's the official term for that certain span of time that you simply cannot account for other than you're sure you slept, perhaps ate, and bathed a few times...but you can't be sure. Is that ME I smell?
Why no. It's the new recipe I've put in the crock pot to torture me all day as I smell the sweet chili sauce tangoing with a splash of chipolte, fresh squeezed lemon, crushed garlic, chili powder and molasses. Of course, I couldn't follow the recipe exactly, that would be proposterous; so we'll see just how well these chicken tenders turn out.
So, it's April already and I struggle within my brain. I wrestle inside my head and am amazed at how one proportionally small unit of the body can be such a force to be reckoned with. I have never been pitted against myself so much as these past few months. Or has it been years? Grey mass can be so hard to reign in, bring under one's rule, to be made obedient. Many things I have been learning, my young Pad-wa, that I may one day be a great Jedi Master.
And I don't even like Star Wars.
Go ahead, stone me! Call me un-American! I DON'T LIKE STAR WARS!!! Why couldn't they just be in chronological order, anyway? Why's it got to be so confusing? Lord of the Rings, now that I can handle, even like. Beautiful scenery, quick dialog, epic battles..."And I am no man..." she passionately states, as she yanks off her battle helmet, blond locks tumbling down around her vexed face, and *poof* the demon fighter is defeated! Now, that's a scene that rivals Yoda. Come on: long haired blond babe in mid-evil dress or scary looking green globular man-it-thing in potato sack? How hard is this, really?
So, anyway, March flew by like one of those Death Riders from above movie, screeching its blood-curdling, life sucking, fear striking, screech, and now it's April. Already. Already it's April. And I find myself in a very curious place. My life now has a new perspective: the Before and After; like a canyon that divides two towns. All of life's events are neatly shuffled into one of two places, fitted snuggly into a large, nonexistent file cabinet under one of two headings: Before or After. And what a nice place, if it can be called that, for a division line; age 30.
You know that song, "Life is a highway, I'm gonna ride it all night long?" Was that written in a euphoric state? Who's life is a highway? Highways are smooth roads being, usually, the shortest distance between two other points, often creating a line. Highways have painted lines, signs giving clear directions, rest stops and soft shoulders. They're pleasant to ride, especially in a convertible, the wind racing through your hair and caressing your skin. Whilst it's a fun song to sing as a teenager, life ain't no highway.
No, baby, it ain't no highway.
How'd it get to be April already?
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