I am procrastinating. Trying to get myself in the mood to go through allll of the kitchen cupboards and the dining room to get rid of anything that I haven’t used in the last… mmm… year? This is the week the work begins on the upstairs bathroom and the kitchen. I’m excited and dreading it at the same time.

Hubby talks smart and says to just get rid of EVerything. If we need it, we’ll buy new ones. Ya, right. He talks smart, but do you know how long it takes to accumulate some of those oddball utensils, and cupcake tins (do you know how long it’s been since I made a freakin’ cupcake??). But I suppose he’s right.

Purple Heart is picking up the dining room table this week too. That has definitely gotten plenty of use. I got it from my mom how long ago, so it has seen better days. blahblah. I must get in the mood here folks.

Did I show you the completed downstairs bathroom? The photos are kinda weird looking ‘cos I had the heat lamps on for the pics – just seemed to show everything better, although they also look a little more orangey than the bathroom really is. It also doesn’t look like that big of a deal because I didn’t take any “before” pictures, which would have been much more impressive if you had seen how icky messy the old version was. Anyhoo, here they are.

Maybe I should go out, drive around the block, get a Starbucks, then come back home all motivated n’ stuff, yes? OH, know what else? Yesterday on my way to save lives, I was a tad early getting to Starbucks with a few minutes before they opened… well, as I was sitting there, one of my Barista friends walked out with a Venti cup o’ brew, came to my car, and proceeded to hand me the cup. “Here ya go. You just take half n’ half, right?”
Wasn’t that so sweet?? I had to get out anyway ‘cos I needed to add some Equal, but that’s just about the best customer service I’ve had in a long time! They’re so good to me. ((love for Starbucks))

Ya, think that’s what I’ll do. There’s also a new (not new-new, but relocated) art gallery moving in around the corner. Gotta drive by and take a peek – that’s pretty darn exciting to me too. whooppeee.

Ok, ok, I’m outta here – c’ya! And Happy Mom’s day to all if I don’t see you tomorrow!!

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I was seriously thinking of making KittyKitty a done deal – like, no more. Ya, the bastards got me down – of course I’m referring to the comment trash. But then I saw that there were actually 2 real comments in the last post. Will wonders never cease?? So I guess it is possible for friends to comment. hmm.

I can’t tell if I can rename the comments, because so many other parts of the template refer to the “comments” that if I renamed them, wouldn’t I have to change any other reference to “comments?” Hell if I know.

Hey, besides that, did I tell you recently that life is good? It is. Rain and all. Today my tunes of choice is Jimi. Reminds me of when I listened to the album new… we lived in the country-ish. Sort of a suburb of Milwaukee, but not really. Now a person can’t get a home in the area under… well, let’s just say it’s a super trendy and expensive town. It’s on a little lake – the same lake that I used to fish off of our pier with my grampa, and when I helped clean the fish we caught, I liked to pop the eyeball lens out of the fish’s eye. It was like a mini crystal ball. Cool, huh?

Anyway, my grandparents were making the little cottage into their retirement home, and we lived there until grampa retired in a year. My room was upstairs, and there was just drywall up. Well, I had a slumber party and we decided to paint the walls, since they would be covered up eventually anyway. Wooowee! Psychedelic man. Poster paints, all over – just crazy, groovy, early 70’s “art” galore. Unfortunately, when they tried to paint over all of that graffiti, it was NOT an easy task – that poster paint was super absorbed into the dry wall. Whoopsie. In fact, once it was painted over, I could still make out a lot of the old stuff if I looked hard enough. Fun.

It was all Jimi’s fault.
And the wind cries Mary….
;)

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