Sisterly love, personified

This is the Esteemed Elder Sister and I at the orchard when I was last visiting her.

Are we not cute?

Painting

Of all home improvement projects I most prefer painting. We decided to paint our breakfast room and so I went and got a sample of a shade of green that seemed to go well with the palette we are interested in using. After much contemplation and making friends and relatives evaluate colors I decided it was in fact, exactly the right color.

So finally the weekend arrived and I set the Things to scrubbing the walls. Then I painted the ceiling.

The color seemed a bit more minty than I'd intended but I tried my best to rely on bravado and just kept painting. After the ceiling was done I got started on the walls and what to my wondering eyes should appear...THEY MIXED THE WRONG COLOR!!!

That is supposedly the same paint.

Look different to you??

Then I checked the color I had just painted the ceiling. I stuck some on the correct sample color I'd used. You can see how the sample matched the swatch, but the ceiling color, I'd just spent hours applying...did not.After HOURS and HOURS,

a trip BACK to the home store,

redoing the ceiling,

and even a whole 'nother day I finally have the room mostly done.
Mr. Logo will be replacing the flooring next weekend, YAY!

Alright, I have to go now, the Aged Ps are coming to spend the night.

Stuff I hate:

1. Stepping in squooshy things,

2. Forgetting what I was saying midsentence,

3. Getting the wrong paint from the dork at the paint counter, having to drive 30 minutes to go get the right paint, waiting for over an hour while the paint clerk tries three different ways to GET the color I want and THEN driving back home and being late to get my son from the birthday party he was attending, etc. etc. etc.

4. Long winded complaints.

I like this shirt.

And, for those of us who enjoy poor translation humor, here are a couple bumper stickers.

It's HUMP day, go forth and behave appropriately for the occasion!

"File that...

in the Look at Later folder."
I actually have one of those.
Today I'm going to pull out a couple of links from that folder and share them with you,
because you are special, and I'm not just saying that.

Here is a list of 50 things you should know by the time you are fifty.

Here is a BBC website to work on various basic math and English skills, really good for kids.

Here is a group of people who spread only love, love, love.

My beloved, and much linked Shakepearean insulter.

A daily puzzle, like a tasty lil appetizer for your brain.

Lastly we have my little addiction. Just because we don't do Dish Network anymore doesn't mean I don't get my fix.

55 Flash Fiction

"No" she said, rolling her eyes. "I'm not related."
But golly, what an original thought, she added mentally. The inevitable explanation followed because evidently she was lacking a keen grasp of the obvious.

WhatEVER, she thought; I have a better tongue, better hair, and between that and my mastery of make up essentials?

No contest!

lil trips are fun!

We went down to Portland for a little motorcycle thing. It was great weather and good fun.

One of my bike trip rules (in addition to stopping every hour or so for stretching and caffeine, and regular candy and gum at gas stops) is that hotels should have pools so there is a good way of working off all the pent up energy The Things thoroughly approve of this rule.
Family time is a good thing.

P.S. I know I haven't been a great blog buddy, but it's not tht I don't love you all, I really, really do, lots and lots. I'm just busier than a body oughta be and trying to get it all done.