Daddy is down in Mexico visiting his family. I am happy for him. He needs to see his mom and know she is doing good (she just had stem cell work done to hopefully help with her ms). I am praying for her. I'd love to see her get stronger from this.
I always have these grandiose plans when he leaves, like cleaning out and organizing the garage. Wow would he be stoked to come home to that. But really my days aren't that much different if he's here or away. I mean he is at work most of the day and I play with Rooter most of my day, so I don't know why I think that I'll have so much more time, or will for that matter to finish the ever looming garage. Its silliness really. Besides there are so many more fun projects to do with any second of free time.
For example last time he was in New York for business, Rooterbug and I put a drop cloth down in our kitchen nook and painted her little table and chairs. I bought them off of craigslist months ago and they were awful, yellow, blue, green, red, orange just not our style but their shape was classic. Finally she and I got out some paintbrushes and got busy. In no time we had a lovely cream table and hot pink (hibiscus to be exact) chairs. Now that's fun.
I always have these grandiose plans when he leaves, like cleaning out and organizing the garage. Wow would he be stoked to come home to that. But really my days aren't that much different if he's here or away. I mean he is at work most of the day and I play with Rooter most of my day, so I don't know why I think that I'll have so much more time, or will for that matter to finish the ever looming garage. Its silliness really. Besides there are so many more fun projects to do with any second of free time.
For example last time he was in New York for business, Rooterbug and I put a drop cloth down in our kitchen nook and painted her little table and chairs. I bought them off of craigslist months ago and they were awful, yellow, blue, green, red, orange just not our style but their shape was classic. Finally she and I got out some paintbrushes and got busy. In no time we had a lovely cream table and hot pink (hibiscus to be exact) chairs. Now that's fun.
What I really need to do before his plane lands on Monday is get to work on my art project for the kitchen nook. It was supposed to be his Valentine's present but it went by the wayside while we were playing with pink paint. I shouldn't be writing about this because he doesn't know about it but as of now I am a closet blogger so it would take a lot for him to come across this post. I think we're safe.
Anyway, its about a 2.5' x 4' canvas which will read "pass the bacon." You read it right, "pass the bacon." The script will be all french, calligraphyish and lovely. Its randomness folks but it has a story and it goes like this. I told him I wanted a big painting of words, I bounced some ideas off him and nothing grabbed him. I said "how about pass the bacon" as a joke but of course he loved it. My reply was that it really wasn't very romantic, but he disagreed and thought it was plenty romantic. So there it is, lovely writing and weird words, we meet in the middle.
Anyway, its about a 2.5' x 4' canvas which will read "pass the bacon." You read it right, "pass the bacon." The script will be all french, calligraphyish and lovely. Its randomness folks but it has a story and it goes like this. I told him I wanted a big painting of words, I bounced some ideas off him and nothing grabbed him. I said "how about pass the bacon" as a joke but of course he loved it. My reply was that it really wasn't very romantic, but he disagreed and thought it was plenty romantic. So there it is, lovely writing and weird words, we meet in the middle.
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