Thursday, July 3, 2008
Redecorating.....
WAIT, I got off topic. Back to paint. I thought if I did that cute thing they do on TV and put all my paint chips on a piece of paper (my color pallet) it would help. Well, I was quite proud of myself and was only having problems with the primary walls in the family room. So, what do I do? I go to my dear friend Valarie who just happened to be with our dear friend Lorie. Now, this sounds good on the surface but keep in mind my friend Valarie who always has it together had the biggest fall-apart I have ever known her to have over paint for her own home. But, a trip to Lorie's for some sort of food party (we love those) and it was better. So it was only fitting that Lorie was once again there for "Paint Selection".
Boy, I almost left my topic again. Anyway, suggestions have been submitted by my girls and bad choices I made corrected. So now I am back on track again.
Normal people don't loose sleep over paint choices. But I suffer from the "Fear of Color". I love color I am just afraid of it. My philosophy is black and white always works!
FYI...I attempted the color thing on these great antique metal chairs, didn't work so well....That will be a topic for another day. I may even provide pictures. Put in your mind Kawasaki Green!
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
Just Tuesday Thoughts
Well, I am back and I got the new car. Things went well except for the broken windshield. Isn't it funny how when you try so hard to be careful you always break something. Oh well, now I can relax because the first damage has been done.
Today was the oddest day. I have figured out that I have definitely hit mid life. I am in the middle of raising teenagers and helping care for an aging parent.
Life is funny how rolls change, the man who raised me alone, the man who seemed so strong, now has to be watched after as if he were a child. He tries so hard to be independent but his body just doesn't work anymore.
My dad spent the day wit h us today so my step mother could have some time with her daughter. My kids were wonderful, they spent time with him even though they would rather be any where else. I don't think they even know the joy that they bring him.
Zack took him to cut grass. I know that seems odd but my dad always loved tractors and lawnmowers. To see his grandson riding the tractor meant the world to him. I was so proud of the young man he has become. He has a gentle spirit that made a man without out much joy anymore very happy!