8 posts tagged “paint”
I will be the first to say that I hate bumper stickers. I think they cause road rage, cause everyone ends up tail gating. But - I think it's because bumper stickers are always so damn poorly designed. I mean, this is to be read while passing and driving. DON'T WRITE SO EFFING SMALL! Sheesh. So. I think all bumper stickers should have writing no smaller than 2" letters. I think they should also be about inside jokes, or they should say things like "HONK if you're a douche bag" or "HONK if you're compensating for something with that truck". I realize these would be big bumper stickers if they followed my 2" rule. But seriously, they'd be awesome. Or they'd induce road rage. Either way.
Today was the first day of real progress. Two rooms are painted!!!
So, with my closing coming Monday morning, I've been spending a lot of my time thinking about color choices for my awesome new house. It's been tough. There were two key color choices that I made in my current home that I'll carry over, but I have so many more rooms now!!! I'm going from a 500ish square foot, one bedroom apartment to a 1,500 square foot, three bedroom HOUSE. And that's just the half of the house that I'll live in. :)
So, Scott finally came with me to see the house today. He liked it, and seems to be more excited about it now. That's good. :)
What? You haven't read the news stories in St. Louis this week?
Let's see... Two people have decided to try and cross our highways by foot - in rush hour traffic of course. Then an angry union member decided it was a good idea to arsen a newly built apartment building a few blocks from work down because half the work was non-union. (As a result, they also burnt down my awesome Arby's that I never actually ate at, but it had a really great old-school sign and was entirely vintage - huge disappointment). Then today, a semi painted the highway with red, reflective paint over a three mile stretch, only stopping because the paint appears to have run out. He's still at large, but I'd like to thank him. I think it adds a needed sense of humor to the highways.
In other news, it appears that they are going to let me keep my foot. Scott took me to the ER last night (mainly because my foot had turned black and blue, was swollen to 2.5 times it's size, and -oh yeah- I couldn't feel it anymore). They didn't believe me that it was just a sunburn. They were like, "We're going to take you to radiology..." I kept telling them it was just a sunburn, and everyone always asked, "Yeah, but did you hit it with anything?" "Uh... No."
Broken bones don't heal sunburns, and even if they did, no thanks.
So, I was basically told to keep off it and not walk if I don't absolutely have to. I still can't really feel it because the swelling is compressing my nerves (sounds safe, huh?) but apparently I'll get over it.
And now, for the most important new of all:
Everyone MUST watch 20/20 on ABC tomorrow night at 9pm central time!!! They're doing an episode about "making your own luck" and my Scott is one of the stars! They came to STL and followed him around for a few days and it was great. I may even be on there too! So, everyone, be sure to set your TIVO/MOXI/VCR or sit your bum down and watch my wonderful man on TV! Then, be sure to go to his MySpace page and say how great he did, and then leave me comments of jealousy about how absolutely fantastic my man is. :)
I'm so excited, I really may pee. EEP!
I have just been made aware that there are such wonderful things as lighted knitting needles. Oh yes.
LIGHTED KNITTING NEEDLES.
Holy oreo milkshake, Batman.
Does anyone other than me *realize* what this means???
Think of the places I can now knit. If you can't, I have made the following list for you:
*Movie theaters
*Car rides at night time (road trips?)
*Closets
*In bed! Without disturbing you-know-who!
*Dark alleyways
*Concerts
*Under the bed
*When the power goes out at night
*Cities that have darkness for days at a time (Antarctica?)
*Under the covers
*In a top secret tent
...and a number of other excellently dark places that now have a whole new appeal to me.
Absolutely amazing.
Today had quite that air of accomplishment.
I woke up early. I died my hair pretty colors.
Went to Kinkos to visited Linz on her last day and printed my new business cards.
Went to Anna's (Scott's brother's fiance) wedding shower, which was a good time. Got to visit with people I have only met a few times, which was cool. Also got to chat with Scott's aunt Vicki, who is my "twin"'s mom. Carrie comes home from China next month. We're totally excited. I can't wait!
Went to work for 4 hours, got vinyl cut and a little more done for the St. Louis Muny tees. Their art is soooo bad. It needs to be done Monday, and it's making my head bleed something fierce. Cleaning up old ass 25dpi art isn't my definition of fun.
Came home, played online a bit, then painted my bedroom (finally). Everything is done except the trip on the ceiling/tops of the walls. It's hard work to paint a room with 9ft ceilings all by yourself when you've been running all day and happen to be 5'2" tall. I'll finish it in the morning. I needed a corndog and some tasty trail mix anyways.
And that gets me to here. Sitting on the couch, watching A&E "American Justice" and eating trail mix.
Scott comes home tomorrow. I am more excited about that than the light up knitting needles.
I miss my Scott.
1. Here is my finished bedroom! It's a dark mauvey color, that reminds me of sherbet ice cream and makes me very happy:
They are everything I've always wanted in pants, and they don't match *anything.* What does this mean? It means I'm following Linz's lead and spicing up my wardrobe. I know she has magical powers when it comes to pulling these things off, but I'd like to think after a few years of her friendship, I've learned at least one thing: When getting ready, close your eyes, pull things from the floor, closet and drawers and put it all on regardless. Then, you are freaking awesome like Linz. And so, I hope to follow in her footsteps of greatness.
And lastly (3), I took this picture today in my apartment. I was just sort of clicking around and playing with that thousand-dollar-camera I own and rarely use (guilty? yes.) and when I uploaded this picture, and it filled my computer screen, I'd never felt so much like I was home in my entire life. I realize it's no novel photo, anyone could have taken it, and it didn't need to be with my beast of a camera. But, there's just something about it.
And now, without further rambling, I present to you, a blog of serious proportions:
A friend of mine, Lish, wrote a blog the other day that nearly brought me to tears. It was about her commute to work, listening to a song that brought her back to the time that she was 16, driving in the car and wishing everything could be the way she wanted it to be every day.
Wow. That hit me hard. I think of the songs that I listened to in middle school and the days of high school that I sometimes wish more than anything that I could revisit. I think about all the songs that I listed to, especially on those nights driving home from work at Babies'R'Us or Factory Card, on days where my life was changing in more drastic ways that I was really prepared for. There was the true realization that the further you get in life the fewer friends you have. There was the push to get ahead in life, get the hell out of high school, and make something of myself - something better than anyone before me had. I had that red headed soul - that stubborn, head strong and persistent soul. The day I shredded the heart of my first love, breaking mine into pieces as well. Knowing how bad it hurt us both, but knowing it was for the best in the long run. I look back sometime and see that 16 year old, long blonde hair, upswept into a pony tail with curly ends and ribbons. More confidant that any 16 year old should be. I held my ground so well then.
"Today is gonna be the day that they're gonna throw it back to you,
by now you should have somehow realized what you've gotta do,
I don't believe that anybody feels the way I do about you now"
-Oasis "Wonderwall"
It's quite possible that Oasis got me through a good portion of my life.
"Champagne Supernova" is another that hits me pretty hard.
"The tick tock of the clock is painful,
All sane and logical,
I wanna tear it off the wall"
-Eve6 "Inside Out"
What about 3rd Eye Blind, the Wallflowers, and Savage Garden? I could make a list a mile long of songs that I could closely tie a memory to. Songs that I could hear the opening chords to and bawl.
Last year, my song was easily "Brat Pack" by The Rocket Summer:
"This ain't where it's at,
and my friends will 2nd that,
and I gotta admit,
sometimes it's pretty sad,
but it's like were our own brat pack,
we're always kicking back,
nobody can take that,
that is that,
it's like it's all we have"
I sang that song at the top of my lungs that night, at that last minute show at the hi-pointe.
Standing next to two people I wished I was better friends with. Maybe if I sang louder I could keep them. Maybe they'd be the people I needed them to be, step up to their half of this friendship I'd worked so hard at.
Wondering why I had to go pushing them away the way I'd been doing. Trying to say they'd be different people if I'd give new chances. Being so disappointed when it wasn't how I needed it to be.
Watching the last few real friendships I had fall through the cracks.
But...
I look at me now, living on my own, loving my life, loving my job, and loving love life and my Scott more than life itself.
Look how great things can be when you stand your ground and believe in your own decisions.
I have everything I have ever wanted.
And it's not just me that got so lucky, it's Lish too, and I just wanted to tell her, because sometimes it's hard to tell what is happening when you are so very close to it.
"If you need to crash, then crash and burn - you are not alone."
Here are the pictures of my finished rooms. I still have the bedroom to work on, but I'm not too worried about it today. I'm *exhausted.*
Here is the view that you'd see when you'd walk through my front door. You can't tell there, but the couch by the window is aqua, the other is brown.
Here's the view from bedroom to living room before it was painted (and during the day, so it's a bit brighter). Like the shelves there in the hallway? They are *excellent* and the only ones in the whole building. :) I'm elite.
The view into my living room from my bed room after paint. Much more my liking.
Here, as promised, is my yarn cabinet. Oh, lovely. The kitchen's still a mess, I'm not quite organized in there yet, so ignore the background mess.
And, of course, the view from all of my windows. I can see the arch through each one, even from my shower window!!!
Today, I did some fantastic things, like go grocery shopping and buy extensions for the cable and outlets. I also bought a DVD player, but the TV I have doesn't have inputs for anything other than cable.... So, I'll need to get a different TV or die. :) Scott's parents have one that they said I could have, so that looks like a good path for me. I do, however, have the Super Nintendo hooked up, because that uses the cable hookup. So, at least there will be Mario Kart and Donkey Kong tonight.
That's all for now. Off to attempt to lax a bit with Scott.
