I'm Here, I Really Am
Hey Guys, I'm sorry. I really mean to post more often than this. I know, I know, I promised three posts a week. Not happening. I will try harder.
Let's see, it's been 10 days since my last confessi--er, post. It's been really busy. The White Tornadoes, aka my parents came over again. We spent the three day weekend painting the kids room. Have I already mentioned this? We live in a very small house. My kids have to share a room. So I tried to come up with a color that would work for an 11 year old boy and a 7 year old girl. We were thinking orange-ish, but it came out very peach. Kai was not too pleased. But he was such a good sport, I think because anything was better than dirty walls. We cleared out their closet and got a Home Depot closet organizer thing going on in there. Thanks, Dad. We cleared, we painted. Actually, my mom and dad did. We bought a new bunk bed. Actually, my sister did. She drove down to Ikea IN CARSON, no less (far, really far) and drove it all the way up to Santa Barbara. We're talking 150-200 miles. Then, she and my dad built it and had it up by the time the kids came home from school Tuesday. Is my family not completely awesome? It makes me all verklempt just to think about it. Then, if all that painting and cleaning, clearing and building wasn't enough, my mom ironed my clothes so I look all spiffy today at work! My dad also planted the front yard and put on a new screen door. See what I mean by White Tornadoes? It's like that commercial where the cartoon "clean" tornado sweeps through the house and the house is transformed into a beautiful, clean, sparkling home. I'm guessing that you are imagining me lounging on the chaise with a box of bonbons while all this is going on. In my defense, all I can say is this: I didn't have any bonbons. Heh.
Next up: my kitchen, bathroom and yes, folks, my room! Dare I? I'm thinking before and after pics. But it will have to be a secret between you and me since my mom would absolutely die if she found out I was posting "before" pictures. I however, have no shame. Well, almost no shame. I cringe a little at the thought, but it might be fun. Opinions? Votes?
On the needles: hats and more hats. I made a hat from sock yarn, then broke down and bought a skein of yarn to make a hat for my friend B out of Rowan Big Wool. Turns out I'm about 10 (or less) yards short. Ouch. Doncha just hate that?