This is the sound I make when I move: “OWWW!!!!”

Okay, I am finally getting around to updating this thing. Let’s see what I’ve done these past few days, shall we?

Thursday night: Tim’s sister came over for calzones. Good times. Good eats. Way too much eating. But sooooo good. The calzones we make are my very favorite calzones ever.

Friday night: began prepping the house for painting. Sanded all I could reach while Tim did some fence moving around stuff. Then attempted to dig up stupid little white posts in front yard only to find out that whatever moron put them there decided to just bury 4 feet of post instead of cutting it off to be the right height. So I dug, but couldn’t get the posts out.

Saturday: More sanding, priming, caulking of the house. Tim did up-high stuff, as I prefer not to be on ladders for lengthy amounts of time. (It’s not a height thing, it’s a not feeling stable thing. I’ll happliy climb a ladder to get to a roof and be fine on the roof, but I don’t like just standing on a ladder and doing stuff. I’m constantly afraid the thing is going to fall over on top of me.) Anyway, John was in town, so we had lunch with him, then he was nice enough to come help us work. He dug up the poles. All of them. He is master digger.

Yesterday: Finished priming and caulking in the morning. Began painting around noon. Painted and painted and painted. Tim’s dad brought lunch and helped out from 2-5. We kept going until it was too dark and even holding a work light up wasn’t working well enough to see what we were doing. 97% of house is painted, though, there’s just a little more to do tonight along with some touching up where the primer is showing through. It was a long, hot day (I don’t even really remember yesterday morning – it feels like a week ago), but the house looks really good. It’s a nice earthy color that actually works with the trim we have, so that doesn’t have to be re-painted. We really lucked out on the color. Tim got it at Sherwin in FC (he used to work there). It was mis-tinted, so he got it for a penny a gallon with his employee discount. Ten gallons of exterior paint for ten cents. And it’s a good color. And we have a lot left over.

Last night: collapsed on the couch with achy muscles and major sun burn. Ate dinner. Went to bed. Couldn’t sleep from all the pain. Got up around 3 and had a little icy hot and aloe gel party in an attempt to ease the pain. Went back to bed feeling better but stinky from the icy hot. Slept off and on and am very tired today.

Today: Sunburn still hurts. Muscles are screaming at me. Especially my thighs. I “walk” (read: hobble) very slowly and have a very, very hard time with stairs and getting up or sitting down from my desk chair. There is so much pain. It’s miserable. But we have a damn good looking house.

As hard as painting was and as much as I hurt today, I am really proud of us for painting our house. This do-it-yourself stuff is hard work, but it’s so rewarding. I kinda like it. Although, I agreed whole-heartedly with tim when he said, “I think you paint a house once and then hope next time your house needs painting you can afford to have someone do it for you.” Smaller do-it-yourself projects, though, I could really get into. We’re planning on building a deck next summer. Should be fun times.

the goddesses will come up to their ripped screen door and say, “what do you want, dear?” I want inside.

my legs and arms and the rest of me all feel like jelly. but work is getting done and progress is being made.

also, there are about a gazillion comments i want to make on all y’alls’ lj’s, but i’m just too lazy to type at the moment. probably in the morning i will get to it. funny that to make progress in one area i have to fall behind in another area.

bills must be paid tomorrow. ick.

sleepity sleep sleep time now.

It’s always good when good things happen to good people.

Got an email from an old friend today. I had emailed her asking for her address and she emailed me back with the news that she’s pregnant with her 3rd child. It’s a boy this time (she has 2 girls – 4 and 1 1/2), due November 10th. I am very happy for her – she seems really really happy and she is one of the strongest women I know. I mean, the girl is 4 days younger than me and already has an ex-husband, 2 children, and a 3rd on the way. Add to that she’s going to school full time and working full time, owns her own townhome, and supports her family very well. The guy she’s with now – I don’t know if they’re engaged yet, but he’s the father of the youngest 2 kids (first kid was from ex-husband who was a royal asshole)- is a really great guy and I think that they’re going to have a long and happy life together. They’re really good parents too. She had it kinda rough growing up and it makes me so happy to see her doing so well. I know the kids came sooner than she was expecting (the first one, anyway), but she has risen to the challenge of parenthood and done incredibly well for herself. I am so happy for her.

Yet another thing I don’t get about evangelism

Okay, Okay, I know I just updated, but then I read an article on aol that I feel I must comment on.

Here’s the headline: “Pat Robertson Calls for Assassination of Hugo Chavez”
Pat Robertson, for those who don’t know (a category that included me until minutes ago – although I am usually among the last to know these things) is a televangelist pastor who apparently thinks christianity translates into “violence and hatred are a-okay.” He thinks Chavez (president of Venezuela) is a major threat to the US who plans to make Venezuela “a launching pad for communist infiltration and muslim extremism,” (let’s not worry at all about evangelical christian extremism…) and we should just go ahead and assasinate him because “it’s a whole lot cheaper than starting a war.”

OKay, all together now…”WHAT?!?!” I would say more, but I am seriously at a loss for words.

On the bright side, this hasn’t stopped my day from being good. It is disturbing and upsetting, but overall I am still having a good day, so the positive attitude continues.

Can you take me higher, to a place where poets dream

Okay, I know that’s not the actual way the song goes (it’s something about golden streets), but this is what I thought it was for the longest time and then when I found out the actual lyrics I liked my version a lot better, so I stuck with it. If the song’s on the radio and I’m singing along, I sing my version because it’s way better, so there.

Woke up this morning to not-so-great news – the dryer is temporarily out of order and one of our fish may be dead by the end of the day. Then I scolded Tim for making me start my day with bad news because that’s how yesterday started and, frankly, I dont’ need any more. So he quickly changed the subject to something positive, gave me a big hug, and now I feel better. So, other than that, the day started on a positive note and I have faith that today can be a good day. I’m really going to try to maintain that attitude throughout the day, and so far it’s working. Everything seems to be going smoothly, so it really does seem like a possibility that I could have a pretty good day. Lord knows I could use one of those.

Other good things that are going on:
Tim’s sister is coming over Thursday night for dinner – we’re making calzones. I am excited for the deliciousness and good times to be had.

Big home improvement plans for the next 3 weekends including painting the house, planting grass seed, building new fence around front and side yards. Hopefully all will go well and soon we’ll have a beautiful yard. At the moment it is butt ugly and filled with weeds. It will definitely be hard work, but I am looking forward to the time outside and the exercise and the end result. Plus I’m starting to see how good it feels to do stuff like this yourself, rather than paying to have other people do it for you. There’s so much more of a feeling of accomplishment when you’re done. You can look at the end result (which hopefully is pretty darn good) and say with pride, “I did that.” It’s a good feeling, and definitely worth all the efort. I’m actually excited to get started.

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