Got that Golden Touch!

Hey People!

How are you this freakin fine Friday?

I'm feelin the gas crunch...no, I'm not feelin it, I'm noticing it. This morning I took 5 girls to school and saw one lady bringing her daughter to school on horseback. That's not really unusual though. Some people haven't trimmed down their regular routines...hence the lady in the grand master truck, pulling her massive 4 horse trailer.
Yesterday I dropped a dime and a woman behind me said, "that's a drop of gas!"
Our gas has gone up 80 cents since March.

Crazy and I'm sick of it. I'd like to go for a long ride just to entertain the rebellious side of me. hehe :)

So, what else is new...let's see....hmmmmm

Dang. Don't you hate when you really have not much to say. I guess I could write a whole post about that, but why?

The weather has jumped back in the low 90s but I know that won't last. It's time to winterize. I know that may sound funny to those of you who experience REAL winters. We are pretty mild. However, we get some nice rain, lightning, thunder, wind and a bit of snow if we're lucky. Mostly sunny. LOVE THAT.

Time to return to my life...dancin through my day. Love ya.

*Smile* it makes you prettier :-)

True Story

The other night at soccer practice Katie asked me, "Mom, why are boys so weird?"

I answered off the top of my head, "because God made them first."

She glanced over at me with a confused look. "Huh?"

"Yeah, it's like computers...He improved the first model by making it smaller, giving it more memory and making it much more attractive."

Katie smiled and said, "I like that answer!"

Christian? Yes, Perfect? NO!!

Yesterday I went to church and got a good scolding. I felt so bad and guilty that I found myself fighting back the tears the entire hour.
Your turn:
Why? What on Earth did your pastor say? This is why I don't go to church...they just make you feel so guilty!

Now me:
No, no...it's not like that. Pastor actually talked about how we are a nation of over scheduled families and how we need to drop a few things, even if they are good things, in order to focus on Christ again. He mentioned a small town (25 thousand) haha... that went as far as to form committees to plan a night off. No sports, no music lessons, no dance recitals...etc. Sounds GREAT! We are falling into the trap of doing too much. I even have a book at home called, The book for people who do too much. It certainly is a growing problem. But what pastor wanted to focus on was how should we spend that time when we finally get it?
Points of scripture- Exodus 18:1-27.

I fear God. I ask for His forgiveness. I seem to need it often.

I can count on my two hands the number of times I have sat in Church since the start of summer. I just haven't wanted to go. I tell myself- I'm really busy, I could go next week...and certainly I was busy. I told myself that God is still with me and that I don't have to be attending Church to worship Him...and certainly I don't.

So why the feelings of guilt?

Simple. I let God slip into the backseat of my life. Even though I prayed, praised and do love God with all my heart...it wasn't enough. It wasn't ALL of me. I can't explain very well what happens when I sit in that Church, but I need it. I miss it. I see things clearer. I wasn't putting God first. He was somewhere down the list...#3, I think.
That doesn't work.
I fall apart.
I slowly, so very slowly, begin to think I have a better plan for this house, my story, my life. I take it all back, piece by tiny piece. The weight is more than I can stand.



Right now Lord, I give it back to you. Forgive me for thinking it was my own. If you were a selfish God and only wanted us around to tell you how great you are, then you wouldn't have come. You wouldn't have suffered. You wouldn't have needed to know death and pain. You took my punishment, the death I earned, and I will glorify your name in the Heavens and on the Earth!!!

Love is patient; love is kind; love is not envious or boastful or arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; it does not rejoice in wrongdoing, but rejoices in the truth. It bears all things, believes in all things, hopes in all things, endures all things.
1 Corinthians 14: 4-7 new revised standard version

e-motion sickness

Tattered back and forth
the tears of my my emotion
rip the sails
from a capsized boat

'tis gone for good
I saw it sinking
bruised beyond repair
crushed by rocks of granite

splintered pieces float
scattered on the surf
up and down we go
on this emotional sickness ride

Alexis

Today I learned that Alexis's tumor is quite large and malignent. She showed up at the volleyball game on pink fluffy crutches to cheer on her team. Please say a prayer for her. Her name is Alexis and she's too young for this crap!!

Tribute to Dixie

She was a sweet kitten and very well trained. She was the prettiest of the bunch and enjoyed sleeping in the dirty laundry hamper where she could get away from her brothers and sisters.
Here's to you Dixie...we'll miss ya! Damn that frog!!

Dixie & The Tooth Fairy

It was a rough day for Megan, my 9 year old daughter.
First,
The Tooth Fairy:
Yesterday Megan lost a tooth and looked forward to placing it underneath her pillow. It isn't the money she most enjoys...it's simply the knowledge that a magical fairy will soon be floating in her room.
This morning I went into her room, like every morning, to wake her up for school, I asked her if the tooth fairy had come. She didn't answer.
Later on I found her in the bathroom and I asked again. "Megan, did the tooth fairy come?"
Again- she didn't answer. This time she lowered her head and furled her eyebrows.
"Daddy is the tooth fairy!"
I should have guessed, but it came from left field anyhow. I simply wasn't expecting this. I tried to explain away her conclusion, but she insisted that she saw him take the tooth and replace it with money. Busted!
So, I came clean, agreeing that the tooth fairy was not real. She was devastated. I reassured her that while parents lie about fairies, we never would lie about God. (I was afraid that if she thought we lied to her about the tooth fairy that we were also lying about Jesus).
After I was finished speaking, Megan said in a low steady voice, "get out."
I was crushed.
My older daughter was kind enough to discuss it with me. I asked for her advice. She told me to just leave her alone and let her think about it. I expressed my concern about God. She said it was not confusing at all. "Why?" I had to know. It seemed confusing to me.
She said very easily, "because mom, God doesn't give you anything...he doesn't sneak around in the middle of the night to give you presents...which is, when you think about it, kind of weird."
Honestly, I never thought of it that way. The she asked me, "you didn't tell her about Santa, did you?"
"No, no I didn't."
"Good" she said sounding relieved, "don't, she'll be fine"

Turns out Katie was right. Megan was back to her chipper self before we left the house for school.

Now for Dixie:
You may remember that almost 4 months ago our cat, Danny, had kittens. 5 kittens. We gave away one and ended up keeping the other 4. We named them Doodles, Dodger, Dixie & Skunky.
Yesterday Dixie ate a frog and threw up 3 times.
Today Dixie died.
I had no idea she was dead! She was lying on the floor in the garage next to a small coach we keep in there. Megan always makes sure to find and say hello to each kitten when she gets home from school.
It was horrible. Megan came running into the house.
"Mommy, come quick- something's wrong with Dixie. She's not moving."
Megan was right, and I found myself for the second time today giving her a hefty dose of unwanted reality.
I wrapped up Dixie in a white garbage bag and waited for everyone to get home. Just before dark, we dug a hole and said good-bye to the smallest of Danny's babies.

Just before we buried her, MB & I exchanged worried looks when we saw Doodles throwing up just like Dixie had yesterday. Did he eat a frog too? Or is something else going on?

One last thing- I tried to give blood yesterday, but I didn't have enough iron in my blood. Shoot! I hate food...I just hate it. Today I boycoted it, as my strange way of getting revenge! If I didn't have to eat to live- I swear I wouldn't bother!

Mostly done...

The master bedroom is almost done too. I made some major progress on it last night, working up to almost 10pm. MB didn't mind- it was Monday Night. Football you know.
Finally I have my clothes back in my room!! The only problem with having the entire house covered in hardwood floor is that you can't sneak around quietly in the morning.
I still have baseboards and trim work to do. But not tonight. I just remembered that today is the blood drive!! I need to down some water, like right now!!!

Cancer, Mrs. Fix It & The Sam's Club Nazi

Yesterday was a busy day. I not only got everything on my "to do list" done, but I went further than that.

Let's make this as short and sweet as I can, otherwise this will bore you to tears.

1. The Sam's Club Nazi.
I went shopping. On the list...laminate floor to finish bedroom, a new garbage disposal to replace the one that cracked this morning, baseboards, cat food...blah, blah, blah...
I learned the hard way that Sam's Club doesn't open for regular folks like me until 10am. The old Nazi at the door took one look at my Advantage Club Member card and said, "You can't come in yet!"
I looked at my cell phone for the time. 9:53. "Can I just go to the bathroom?"
"NO!" he snapped at me. "You'll have to wait outside until 10:00"
There were two customers behind me, a man and a woman, who apparently were also "plain jane" folks. At first they turned around and the man said, "Dang I don't want to get chopped up like that!" Then a light bulb popped on above his head.
"Hey, I want to talk to your manager" he screamed at the Nazi.
I went outside and waited.
At 4 minutes left to go, I walked back in to talk with him again. "So, it's only business owners that can come in before 10?"
"Yes, business owners. You are just a regular customer."
"But I pay more for my membership" pointing to the words "advantage member". "No you don't."
"Well, they've always let me in early when I lived in Sacramento."
"Then they were violating the rules!! They shouldn't have..."
The manager and the regular guy was approaching. "You could just be a little nicer." I urged the Nazi.
It was 9:57. "I assume I can go in now." barked the man who came in behind me as he stomped into the store. "NO, you still have 3 minutes!!" I shouted sarcastically pointing to my phone.
The manager rested his hand on my shoulder and said in an embarresed tone- "Uh, you can go in now ma'am."
As I took my cart I noticed the manager starting his repremand with The Sam's Club Nazi.
20 minutes later, as I was leaving...a nice young lady checked my reciept at the door.

2. Mrs. Fix It.
My garbage disposal was leaking all over the floor anytime water went down the drain. Not good. Since I didn't really know much about them, I hopped on the internet and found out. I discovered that from where it's leaking- you can't fix it. You have to replace it. Fine. Looks easy.
So I bought one ($68.00) and dove right in. Remove old disposal. No problem. If old flange is same size as new one, skip steps 1-6 and continue on to step 8. It is, Yippee!!! Now supply power to your new disposal. WHAT??
This thing doesn't come with it's own cord already wired to it? How stupid is that??? I have to buy a kit? Well folks, I don't live that close and I'm not going back to buy the kit. So I took apart the old disposal and unhooked the wires so I could use that cord. No problem. I'm back on track.
Now twist on disposal and hook up the drain. Make sure you do not place your body underneath the unit or it can fall on you. DAHHH.
I hooked it up and whoa! No leaks...works like a charm. That was easy.

3. Cancer
My daughter has an arch enemy at school. Alexis. She is very athletic, dramatic, smart, sweet, cute and loves to show off. Sound like anyone you know? Yep, she's just like my Katie. In fact, I told Katie that the only reason she doesn't like Alexis is because they are so similiar. Katie grunted and denied the obvious truth.
Alexis has been out of school for a while with a "broken knee". However, we learned yesterday that Alexis has a tumor in her knee. I'm very concerned for this little girl. I hope she will be okay.

Black Thumb

First this from my daughter Megan...
I like pigs and cats.

Excuse the interruption...Megan was curled up next to me on the coach and she wanted to write something.

Now for this post.
Yesterday I worked on the hallway. Now it's official. The only carpet left in the house is in the downstairs playroom. I also took out the carpet pad, tack strips, staples and laid down the laminate (meaning fake) hardwood floor. I've got to say- I love this material.
When we put in our kitchen, we used the real stuff. Prefinished Brazilian cherry tongue & groove hardwood. It was such a pain in the *~~.
Now in every other room, I've been putting in laminate and it holds up better, is easier to install, looks great, doesn't scratch and the best part...it costs A LOT less. Hurray!!

Denise called last night. I told her how I accidentally hit my thumb with a hammer. She laughed and said, "Now you really are a carpenter...you have a black thumb."
I thought this was hilarious due to the fact that don't have a knack for gardening...I certainly don't have a "green thumb".
Now I know why. It's black.

Jump back--I ran and ran and ran.

I usually don't link myself...but this time I'll make an exception. I want to brag. Aren't there times when you just feel so darn proud of yourself?

However, to proclaim a more humble truth...God should have the glory...it's his strength, his drive that dwells inside my soul.

Of course...Schroeder!

You are Schroeder!


Which Peanuts Character are You?
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Isn't it funny?

Isn't it funny how simple it is for people to trash God and then wonder why the world's going to hell.

Isn't it funny how we believe what the newspapers say, but question what the Bible says.

Isn't it funny how everyone wants to go to heaven provided they do not have to believe, think, say, or do anything the Bible says. Or is it scary?

Isn't it funny how someone can say "I believe in God" but still follow < /B>Satan (who, by the way, also "believes" in God ).

Isn't it funny how the lewd, crude, vulgar and obscene pass freely through cyberspace, but the public discussion of Jesus is suppressed in the school and workplace.

Isn't it funny how someone can be so fired up for Christ on Sunday, but be an invisible Christian the rest of the week.

Are you laughing?

Isn't it funny how I can be more worried about what other people think of me than what God thinks of me.

My daughter sent this to my email this morning.

Volleyball & Soccer

My girls love sports! Katie loves sports so much that she is currently involved in two. Volleyball and soccer. Her schedule is demanding, but I never hear her complain. As long as she earns good grades and gets her homework done...I'm cool with it. I'm even willing to drive all over the region for her.
Luckily today's volleyball game was here, at our own school. They won!! It was very exciting. I especially like the sportsmanship shown from both teams. In fact, one of my close friend who has a daughter that is one of Katie's best friends (they live down the street from us) played on the visitor team. We sat next to each other, both cheering for our own school and saying, good try...to the other team. It was nice. Of course when these kids get to high school, they'll all be on the same team.
So, Katie practices volleyball everyday (except Friday) for an hour. On Mondays & Fridays we drive to Lotus Field (20 minute drive) for a 2 hour soccer practice with games every Saturday. Megan is also into soccer. Fortunately she has not entered into the world of "select soccer" so her games are held locally every week. Katie's are held all over the place.

Many parents fear sports. I know because I was one of them. I waited until my girls told me that they wanted to be involved. I never pushed them one bit. I was afraid that soccer, swim team, softball, volleyball and the rest would eat up every last minute of free time we had. Actually- I think it is making us a stronger family. Even though the schedule gets tiresome and mileage is stacking up at an alarming speed...the games are fun and the benefits are worth it. They are getting more than exercise. They are learning to take orders (from someone other than parents and teachers), they are finding out what it means to trust others and to share a victory. Losses build character and give them experience of how to deal with not always being the best.
The biggest reward, I would say, is involvement. Just being with your friends, being part of a team, working together for one common goal. People need people. We were designed that way and it just feels good to pat someone on the back and say..."Hey, you did a great job out there! Way to go!" Makes me wish I had had those opportunities as a kid too.

Sorry- I just couldn't resist

joke...


Who Is God?


A little kid asks his father, "Daddy, is God a man or a woman?"

"Both son. God is both."

After awhile the kid comes again and asks, "Daddy, is God black or white?"

"Both son, both."

"Daddy, does God love children?"

"Yes son, he loves all children."

The child returns a few minutes later and says, "Daddy, is Michael Jackson God?"

My thoughts exactly

While scraping the ceiling this morning, I pondered the idea of intelligence.

I've narrowed it down to this:

"It can take a long time for an intelligent person to become wise, but it takes almost no time at all for a wise person to recognize the foolish. Age is irrelevant. Young can be silent and wise. Old can be foolish and loud."

Back to it

Howdy folks

I emptied the room yesterday and decided to cut the day short. I had too many ideas swarming inside my head about my story. I knew I'd keep feeling jipted if I didn't get some time to put them down on hard drive storage...can't honestly say "paper" anymore.
So, I pulled up a soft, cushy brown leather chair in Border's upstairs coffeeshop which, I learned, is now owned by Starbucks. I feel much better now.

Where was I?

Oh, yeah the room...
but first this joke...

A lecture about English

A linguistics professor was lecturing to his English class one day. "In English," he said, "A double negative forms a positive. In some languages, though, such as Russian, a double negative is still a negative. However, there is no language wherein a double positive can form a negative."

A voice from the back of the room piped up, "Yeah, right."

Now for the room- not much to see...just an empty room.

More work to be done

Another adventure begins today...

oh boy, oh boy, oh boy...stay tuned.

4 years

September 11, 2001

I was sleeping peacefully when my husband woke me up. "Honey, wake up. Come out here." It was still dark outside, but I could hear the urgency in his voice. The bright light of the television screen stung my eyes. I rubbed them hard, not allowing them the proper amount of time to adjust. Like the rest of the country, I was shocked and horrified by the raw footage that was being sent through cable lines and into my home. This was not a movie nor was it some sick new video game. This was real. With a second plane aimed straight for the second tower, reports of an "accident" were replaced with the unthinkable. This is on purpose. This is no accident. America is under attacked.

At that moment I could not have known what was to come next or how this day would change America forever. I just knew that it would.
What did come next was unexpected. The scene went from horrible to horrific. The media could not keep up. Planes were crashing everywhere it seemed. Then I watched, unable to move, as an entire NY building...a skyscraper, a landmark... disappear, taking along with it heroes, moms, dads, children, sons & daughters. Vice President Chaney went into hiding. Air Force One became the ONLY plane in the sky. America had been kicked in the gut.

It was a Tuesday. My youngest daughter was in Kindergarten. I worked in her classroom every Tuesday morning. We dressed and tried to get ourselves ready, stopping every now and then to see what was happening. At school teachers in every room were discussing the situation with their students. Before class, Megan's teacher had decided not to say anything unless it came up. In the morning opening circle, a little girl raised her hand and politely told the teacher that airplanes had crashed into 2 big buildings and killed a bunch of people. "Yes, I know." said Mrs. Munsee. Then the little girl asked the question that still hasn't been fully answered..."Why?"
During art time the kids were allowed to draw pictures of whatever they wanted. All of them had at least two tall buildings and one airplane. Most had people in the drawings as well. It broke my heart. I had a hard time holding back my tears. My daughter, who loves to draw, chose to play in the toy kitchen area instead.

The media was quick to show footage of President Bush being told about the attacks while he was sitting with a group of children. Many were upset that he didn't jump from his seat that very second with vile anger emanating from his nostrils. They said he didn't care! I said he didn't panic...he was processing information, mulling over his next move and maintaining composure, which was a good thing considering there were children in the room! What could he have done right then that would have changed anything? Certainly the wheels were already in motion.


The death toll started out in the hundreds and grew to the thousands by the end of the day. Unprecedented amounts of money started rolling into accounts for The Red Cross.

America vowed to find and destroy the criminals responsible. We were asked to get ready for a long hard fight.

4 years is not really that long. We have not finished the war.
The enemy is still running free...hoping to hit us again.

The dead are still dead. We will not forget their bravery and courage. For all the average men, women and children who became heroes that day, who didn't see it coming, who died to save others they would never live to meet...I pray for you and your loved ones; your friends and family. All those who suffered and still suffer, I remember and ask the Lord for his mercies upon you.

Today we find our Nation once again deep in destruction. Yet not caused by the hatred of man, but rather the very nature of our universe. There have been worse storms than Katrina (100,00+ died in the tsunami). Can you even comprehend that? I can't.

But today is 9/11...Stop and remember.

Rokr doesn't rock my world

Apple has a new phone. I'm sure you've seen the commercials. It's a good idea, but still needs work before I'll sink the money into it.

Here's why I won't be buying one anytime soon.

1. You can't use your songs as ring tones- to much lost revenue.
2. Uhm...it has a 512mb flash card...why can't it hold more than 100 songs??? Well, they can't very well have it start selling out their real ipods!
3. No click wheel.
4. You have to download songs from itunes...no direct access. Okay- so this one doesn't really bug me that much...still...
5. USB 1.1 cable. It will take at least 30 seconds to download each song. Again- not really a big deal.
6. You must have Cingular. Sorry. I don't think so. Not enough choices. Besides we get a nice discount from work by using Verizon.

However- there are some cool features...listening to music and have it automatically stop when a call comes in. Music and your phone all in one place. Seems like you'd have to be just the right customer to want this phone.

Now about that Nano mini ipod...I hate to rag on Apple so much because I really do like them...but what the ??
Why does it have to be that small? Really- I think I'd loose it!!!

That miniature phone in Zoolander isn't looking so funny anymore! Someday they will actually be that small. Crazy.

Before & After

Well folks we've come the end of the ride. It's been nice sharing this little adventure with you. Join me next month as I tackle the master bedroom.

Quote

"Eating lunch with a friend.
Trying to do a decent day's work.
Hearing the rain patter against the window.
There is no event so commonplace but that God is present within it, always hidden, always leaving you room to recognize Him or not recognize Him, but all the more fascinating, because of that, all the more compelling and haunting."

Frederick Buechner

Almost done

Still need to replace the toilet (it doesn't quite go with the decor in my hallway), put up the cabinet, paint the beadboard around the tub, call someone who can repair the spa motor (it already has a problem), seal the grout on the floor, swag the chandlier, replace the burnt out bulbs and hook up the drain under the sink. But other than that...

Huey Lewis & The News

What a fun evening. Huey was Great! We got to the fair a couple hours before the concert. There was a long line to for people to get free seats. We looked around and finally asked one of the staff members where the vip entrance was. With that figured out, we decided to walk around. After a long week working in the bathroom...I was ready for a drink! Michael had to buy me a Margarita because I left my purse in the car. They asked for my ID.

I know I look young, but c'mon, I don't look that young. See the wrinkles? I'm starting to get them around my eyes. O'well. Even the bartenders at the concert called my "honey". Like my hat? No, I didn't buy it. I was just having a little fun whilst waiting for Huey.


The dinner was nice. Nicer than I expected. They even offered soft foods that Michael could eat. But I wasn't going near that spaghetti...it had clams in it. Ick.
I assumed most of the people in this vip section were like us and got the tickets free. Mostly top employees of the fair. It was definitely an older crowd.
It was very comfortable...and that's what made me feel very awkward. Our tables were set above the ground on a stage similar to the one Huey was on. We were the only guests getting this sort of treatment. I wondered if this was done on purpose...the higher class being set above the "free" seats. I hated that. I looked around and saw so many people standing. I felt guilty being there. I'm no better than anyone else...why do I get free food, free wine, free tickets, free parking, free everything?
Still, I tried not to let this bother me and just have fun.
Huey played many new songs and many of the hits we know and love...such as "The Power of Love", but I didn't get to hear "If this is it" or "Walkin on a thin line". Like he said..."So many hits, so little time."

There were tables closer to the stage, but then you couldn't see the screen, so I chose to take one further back.
My camera is terrible. Only yesterday did I figure out where the zoom is. However, it's such a short zoom that it wouldn't have mattered. Plus all the night shots are so dark they're not worth posting. This Christmas, I'm asking Santa for a new camera!

After the concert, MB & I went on a couple rides. On the first one we sat in a square boxcar that took us up like a roller coaster, but then winded it's way back down. It looked easy...and it was, although it was faster then it looked and the car twirl around, making you feel like you were going to fly off the track. I liked that one.
The second ride we choose stayed closer to the ground. It simply spun around in a backwards circle. I've been on this kind of ride tons of times, but this one was a little different. Halfway through the ride a metal arm with a large canvas cover reached over and encased us in darkness. At first it was cool, but then I started feeling sick.
I could have done without that cover thing! No worries- once the ride was over my stomach returned to normal.
By this time the fair was closing. The police presence was growing. Many of them were on horses. I went over to pet one of them.
Traditionally, the last Saturday of the fair has been a reason for the younger crowd to riot...so I wasn't surprised to see so much law enforcement. Happy- more like it. It would have been nice to see more of them on the road as well.
Stopped at a red light in front of me was a heavy set woman with her friends that decided it was the perfect opportunity to open the car doors, get out, turn up their loud thumping rap music and dance so that the car full of boys next to her could watch.

We were going to stop for a late night coffee, but went home instead.

You're Special

Don't you feel special?

I'm giving myself a quick lunch break...and spending that time writing this post. You are so lucky!!

Here's the scoop...
I'm tiling the floor. It looks awesome!!! It gives the room that finished look, I've been so desperately missing.
Therapy with Thea yesterday went great. She didn't end up having time to walk because we met a lady with the same level of spinal cord injury. Kink in the T-12.
This lady had been in a car accident 2 1/2 years ago. She is almost the same age and has exactly the same leg inseam. We joked that they could share each other's leg braces. I am so happy about this!! We all talked for nearly an hour. She has the same determined attitude as Thea. Also she is further along in the process of trying to become a candidate for stem cell surgery in Portugal. Thea is waiting to hear from the doctor in Michigan. That doctor works with the one in Portugal. If Thea can get approved for the surgery, she will need to come up with more than 50 grand to have it done. I personally think it will cost a lot more than that!

Okay- enough. I have to get back to work!! Slave driver.

Going, Going...Gone

Blogger put these in the wrong order and I don't have time right now to fix it.
I made a lot of progress yesterday. I took out the sink, vanity & toilet, chipped away the old floor tiles, fixed the drywall, put down the rest of the cement board, installed bead board and painted it. Whoa. I worked for 10 hours straight. With breaks for lunch, dinner & picking up the kids from school.

Today I'm taking the day off to spend with Thea.