Wednesday, September 03, 2008

Two days

It's been two whole days since I blogged!!! Not long in the grand scheme of things, but Krista, my darling sis who is addicted to reading other people's blogs but not necessarily updating hers, pointed out to me that I had missed a few days last week. Uh, sis, I'm a little busy here, what with a newborn and 3 kids in school, and ballet classes (Tatum's, not mine), and laundry, and cleaning...... Okay, maybe that last part was a stretch, but you get the idea. So, I missed a couple days, and now, I'm searching for things that someone else might find interesting. I figured I'd skip the pics of Tess. You're all probably burnt out on new baby pictures, right?

How about some burly construction men instead? Yes, this is my front yard, or what little is left of it. If they come up into my flower bed, I may start throwing dirt at them.
Supposedly, they are redoing the road. I still haven't quite figured out what they are doing besides tearing up sidewalks, digging holes, then filling them back in again. And what is he looking at anyway? Oh, the gas line within mere inches of that big metal shovel controlled by a man at least 10 feet away from actually being able to see the gas line. Nice.

Teagan loves to watch though. I have to chase him back on the porch every so often, since he likes to go stand in the yard, about 3 feet from the... what's that thing called.... oh, a backhoe. Which of course means, the construction guys feel they have to make conversation, since I'm standing out there and all. I'm not one for small talk. My kids, however, are. They made a point of telling them that the cat running around the porch is ours, and he's out there because Daddy got tired of him pooping on the carpet. Nice, sweeties, thanks for sharing that bit of info.

Anyway, I've been checking out alot of decorating blogs lately because I dream of finding my creative gene some day. Or at least, swiping some ideas. About a week ago, Joy from Joys of Home threw a paint outside the black box party. I didn't participate, because I'm not a joiner, and I'm moving in slo mo these days anyway. It's hard to find things in our house that aren't spray painted. But, most of them are black and white. It got me thinking. Am I scared of color?

I found these chairs on craigslist last week. Don't you love craigslist? (You can see the legs of our patio set, another craigslist find that we spray painted black) Anyway, two Crate and Barrel wicker chairs for $35. Nice, huh?
But, I wasn't too fond of the yellowy color. So, we dove into some red spray paint. Or rather, my painter did. He also changes diapers sometimes. What do you think? I'm glad I went with Berry and not Cherry. They would have been way too bright. I haven't decided if I'm going to cover the cushions. I suppose I should try some outdoor fabric since the kid up there in the swim shorts already sprayed the cushions with water. But, recovering cushions may be way beyond my skill level. I think they are pretty though.

I got to go shopping and out to eat this weekend sans kids thanks to Aunt Krista. Well, without big kids anyway. I did take the nursling. Unfortunately, my boobs only reach so far, farther since I've had kids, but, not out of town, if you know what I mean.

I bought the first two Twilight books. I know, there are two new ones out, but it's been awhile since I read the first two, so I think I need to get back into the story. By the time I get through my history of the Frontier nursing service and the first 5 chapters of my Physical Assessment book for school, the next two books might be out in paperback. :op

I normally don't leave food sitting out on the table, but I was sitting down to enjoy a thick slice of my homemade bread while the little heathens were entertained by the earth mover. I made some home baked bread in my trusty bread machine, after I dusted it off. Now, if I could just figure out how to make milk, I can stop going to the grocery. Store. Bobby always says store after I say go to the grocery. Like grocery can't be a word by itself. What's up with that? Must be a Texan thing.

You know, I do know how to make milk, but I don't think everyone wants to switch from 2% to breast milk. Hahaha. I crack myself up. My oldest child just asked, "How come homemade bread tastes better than market bread?" Aww, isn't that sweet? Damn, now I'm going to have to make it again.

Hey, would you lookie there? A painted end table and lamp.
So, I come back in from the kitchen and freak out a little when I see this. You know, because Tatum has that bad habit of picking Tess up when she's sleeping, then bringing her to me when she gets tired of holding her, because you know, she's awake now, and crying.
Luckily, the feet were connected to this girl, not my girl. Ignore the spots on my couch. I have kids. Lots of them.
Now, I have to go break up some fights.

1 comment:

Special K said...

Your adoring public always wants baby pics!

The chair looks good. Like the color.

Tanner used the word "market" with me during the overnighter. I was like "What? You mean" Must be a new thing.