Sunday, July 18, 2010
~Tid Bits of Recent Life~I think I did it. I pushed him over the edge. He reached his breaking point. It was bound to happen. I am notorious for having really great ideas. They all just happen to be great ideas that require a WHOLE lot of work. Lucky for me, I married a man that can switch a gear and become a real work horse. I have named it "Tasmanian Devil Mode". I beg him to morph into that man when I need a whole lot done in a short amount of time. This line that was crossed this weekend, however, was his own fault. He declared a "project weekend". It wasn't my idea but I won't lie.....I was THRILLED. He knew that I had started (and messed up) the job of painting all my interior doors a nice dark black/brown color named Stout. (It's name is perfect and it is heaven on a door or mantle.)  Anyway, the three doors I had done, I had neglected to sand before painting. The paint was practically jumping off the door. Any little hand that grazed it just right, peeled back another glimpse of the shiny white wood underneath my lovely chocolaty color. After two FULL days, 8 doors almost done, four still to go, one trip to Lowe's, many sheets of sandpaper, countless screws and hinges, a few choice words, a whole bunch of sweat, and only a little bit of laughing, I think it's safe to say this just might be our last home improvement project we ever do ourselves. I'm so not kidding. There were some bright spots, like.....uhm....I dunno....Oh! When I laughed so hard I almost....well you know. He was in the garage, sweating like a mad man and I asked him if I could bring him anything. He quickly, dryly responded, "YEAH, a GUN so I can shoot myself!!! This was the worst idea EVER!!!!" that was funny. oh my goodness it was funny. you just have to know brad....... I think, while it was a productive weekend, we're both okay with a new week beginning and have learned some valuable lessons.#1 GET AN ESTIMATE. there's no shame in that. just take a quick gander at the going rate for all those "little" projects you want done. #2 IT REALLY IS COOLER TO WORK IN A SHIRT WITH THE SLEEVES CUT OUT. it ain't pretty but the man is NOT okay with being hot.. What a fun summer we're having. Not ready to see it end.    Discovering Her Hands 
Excuse the corner of my window I didn't edit out. And never mind that I was driving 70 mph when I took it. It sounds worse than it was. I was looking at the road and just pointed my camera that direction. Promise.
  Flying  Can't get enough of her    one of my favorite notes ever.  She lost a tooth. Her first one. (of natural causes anyway)    I was just cleaning out my closet. Not ordinarily a time for emotion. Then I saw this box from our move last year. There it is. Proof that up until a year ago, to my children, I was "Honey". Never "Mom" or "Mama" but "Honey". I never once told them what to call me. Jake just always said it and the others followed suit. I often forgot it was unusual until someone would overhear and ask, "What did they just call you?" My sweet babies are growing up too fast for my liking. Their children will definitely have to call me Honey. 
~stacey
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