Momma Likes

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!