Big Boy Progress

Sometimes one’s vision is a smidge different from another’s.  Case in point, Husband and me.  I know, typical.

When I painted BG’s soon to be room to look like the ocean and the sky, I thought it was really cute and darling.  Until I saw Husband’s reaction.  It wasn’t disappointment as much as hope that we could add…something.  A little oomph.  Some texture maybe?

I just want it to look more like the ocean.

Oh well in that case.  Considering neither of us have much skill at painting, other than just plain paint on walls, creating an actual ocean was going to be a challenge.  Husband started by mixing a few colors of paint and swooping them on the wall.  About three seconds after he started, something like a tantrum happened and he was done.  I’m still now sure how it all went down.  All I know is that I took over, and now we have this:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Here’s another shot where you can see the difference between the plain paint that wasn’t good enough for Husband didn’t look as oceany.  I must admit, it looks better.  Great, even!

 

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Thoughts

Oh Thursday.  Why do you feel my head with a million thoughts.  Like…why do I pay a higher percentage of taxes than Mitt Romney?  Or any rich person for that matter?  Is that really fair?  No.  To some people, giving a third of their income to the gov means they can’t eat on certain days.  To others, it means they can’t eat caviar every day of the week.  Except that they still could.  Just sayin’.

Or, does anyone despise Tom Brady as much as I do?  I mean, he’s such a girly-man.  Too girly-manish to play football, imo.  And too girly-manish for me to think he’s hot.  He’s not hard to look at, no, but I feel like he needs a bruise or two.  Or maybe just not a girl’s face.  Or hair.

And, WTF Heidi and Seal?

Oh and Tim Gunn.  No sex in 29 years?  Damn son.  Explains a lot.  Not that he’s any less of a person, as he said, but uptight much?  Good lawd.

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Bright Spot

Remember this?  Well, now it has turned into this:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Such a nice sight in this sea of dreariness that has been January.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

There are lots of other buds just waiting to burst open with this glorious redness.  But only a few at a time.  Gotta keep ‘em wanting more.  I like your style Miss Camellia.  Loves it.

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Beef

I’m not a vegetarian.  Not by a long shot.  I actually just ate a steak last night and loved every single bite of it.  But…BUT…I thought this was interesting.  Way before the organic craze and the rise in number of vegetarians, there was this song.  Who knew?

Food for thought, if you will.

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Ballers

Some people ball so hard they have houses in Paris or block off entire floors of hospitals to have their babies while others do slightly less glamorous things.  Like going from this:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

To this…

Haaaallelujah!  Haaaallelujah!  Halleeeeluuuujahhhhh!!! 

I don’t know what came over us after Christmas, but all of a sudden, we ”realized” it was time for a new oven.  After a few cookie burning episodes, a night of BG figuring out the timer on the oven and making it buzz over and over again, and a couple nights of turning the pan one way then another to make sure whatever we were cooking was cooked evenly instead of just in front because that’s the way the burners tilted, we were flat topping it to high heaven. 

You can see how terrible our old range was.  I mean, look at those buttons.  What are they…about 75 years old?  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

They came off too.  Especially when little teener hands tried pulling them.  The worst ones were the little silver ones to the right of the clock.  Not only did they come off, they were also choking hazards.  Perfect size for a little throat.  Lordy.

Considering our motto is safety first, it was just time.  And I assure you this decision had nothing to do with those coils and the fact that the sight of them makes me want to punch.  This baby is much better. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Less of a hazard for little toddlers who love buttons and knobs.  Less time required to man the food since it now cooks like it’s supposed to.  Less hideousness in our work in progress kitchen.  Ahh!

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