5/365: Break Time
I had someone ask me where I come up with my “blog titles.” You may have recognized a few… or not. I take lines from songs that strike me as interesting. Most of the time they come from whatever I was listening to that morning on my way to work. Or if the guys make me look up some lyrics and something else catches my eye… yeah. (Today’s is from Dave Barnes… a song called “Sticks and Stones”) I guess I could be a little more creative……..tomorrow.
This weekend has been the most productive that I’ve had since I moved into the house back in February. B came over late morning on Saturday to help out a little, but had to leave before the project was completed. Meaning I was left to my own devices more than I should have with the potential to do high-dollar amounts of damage.
Friday night I worked more on a bottle of wine than I did on the house. I taped pretty much everything and got one (very sloppy) coat of primer on some of walls. I pretty much danced around my kitchen, sang to the dog, and sloshed white primer on everything but the glittery green clocks and teapots I was attempting cover up.
I spent most of Saturday morning finishing the crappy primer job I had begun and scraping primer off of everything it wasn’t supposed to be on. For example, my black stove, my black dishwasher, my black and silver refridgerator, my brown floors…. anywhere it was obvious that white splotches were not supposed to be.
Sunday night I had the bright idea to put the first coat of real color on the walls. I did a pretty good job except for underneath one of the cabinets where i blatantly did not paint the edge next to the trim. Somehow I missed it. Then I leaned over the paint tray and came up with d00-doo brown all over my chest. This is only after I tracked doo-doo brown all over my tan kitchen floor with my torn-in-the-rear-end jeans. (By torn-in-the-rear-end I mean it is split the whole way from the belt line in the back around to where it zippers in the front. Essentially, I was wearing chaps. Climbing an 8′ ladder. Around windows with dysfunctional blinds. On Main St. You get the idea.
The 365 is going well. I am on day six today. Luckily I have had a wealth of opportunity for picture taking. I’m not 100% sure how I’m going to handle those days where I just have no idea what to do. I guess I’ll figure that out when I get to it. Right now its paint-covered modeling goodness.
Oh yeah! Something else mildly humorous happened this weekend. I talked B into going to Woods of Terror on Church Street on Saturday night. At the beginning the man talked about how we need to invite Jesus into our hearts. Not a bad message, I just wasn’t expecting it at the beginning of a haunted house. And no, it wasn’t a “set-up.” It was a Christian owned and operated haunted house. Later on while deep in the bowels of the trail, somewhere between Freddy Krueger and Mike Meyers, someone jumped out at me. Of course, this scared the ever living crap out of me. Instead of screaming when scared (I can’t say I’ve ever been a screamer) I just jump and say “Jesus Christ” a lot. Well… they retorted with “…is a good man.” Somehow I didn’t think this was funny until 10 minutes later when I figured out what had been said. Actually, the whole experience was more surreal than anything. You never expect to have someone evangelize to you while in the middle of your own personal hell being chased by two characters that very well could be popping up in your dreams for the next month and a half.
Oh yeah… and i got to pat Pinhead. For some reason he doesn’t scare me.
Next weekend NC State (B’s college) and Carolina are playing. I guess its a big deal, so he’s going to go over to a friend’s house and watch fat guys run into each other. I, on the other hand, have hopes to go to a car show and work on the house even more. Simply because I’m a glutton for punishment. Nothing like primering and painting for yet ANOTHER weekend. At least this time I won’t have to climb all over counters and appliances.
Work beckons.
