A Musing Mother 6

Scott said that the photos did not do justice to my works of art. I thought I should do a little better job at showcasing. I BUILT that crate. It's one of my favorite pieces.  That stupid dog took my son's shoe which he had discarded to in favor of jumping on the trampoline. It took me 20 minutes and a slab or roast beef to get it back. It was covered in slobber. I don't like that dog.

So I said Samantha and I were working on our Pinterest stuff. While I was downstairs cutting wood and using the nail gun, she was upstairs painting the drywall in the garage. We feel very proud of our creativity and handiness with power tools. The power tool comment was all about me. Here is my culmination which includes the stuff I mentioned in my last post and a crate I made to put crap on. So cool. Meanwhile, upstairs, Samantha was mixing together chalkboard paint (paint and grout) and painting a wall in the garage. Then painting over a "whoopsie!" I think it looks fantastic, by the way. I can't even begin to tell you how tickled I am with the finished product. So tickled, I had to share. Please. Tell me how amazing we are. Go ahead.

I don't mean to brag but I pretty much rock. You know all those cool little DIY crafty projects on Pinterest? Well, I finally lost myself on Pinterest and just emerged with some pretty great crap. Not only that, but I am providing you with step-by-step instructions, Nancy- Style. Prepare yourself and follow the instructions EXACTLY. Or you'll mess it up. First, the photos: Roxie is the neighbor's dog. If I don't "remember Roxie," she will spend all day in her doggie cage in the garage without food and water. That might be a bad thing. The 13 year old is going to scout camp. He's supposed to be taking care of Roxie.  And my last creation: Total cost for all of these decorations (which are going to my work office) = $0. Don't worry. I'll let you in on the how to do all this great stuff. Step by Nancy-Step. So the decorating style I'm going for at work is old fashioned and barnyard. Surprisingly, I don't have a single chicken or any rendering ...

I survived another year of junior high. Let's recap my years of junior high, shall we? Yes, we shall. The first time was in the late 70's. I was awkward, gangly, and uncertain of myself. I began in adolescence. It took three years to finish this chapter of junior high but I made it. My reward? High school. My second stint in junior high was in my twenties. I was not yet completely exposed to the politics of junior high faculty and was greatly traumatized for years afterward. Reader's Digest version is simply that a certain teacher was going to the brand new University of Phoenix, Utah based. She was going to be a counselor. She was crazy and she wanted my job. She terrorized me the entire year. By April, she resorted to a thinly veiled threat of knowing who to call to find out the price of a regular hit man, quoting the price to me ($50,000, according to her), and flippantly remarking that she had the money. Even though I only worked with her one year, I kept track of her f...

The quieter I am on my blog, the louder my life is in reality. And it has been LOUD! Some of it has been bad loud. Most of it has been good loud. Three days ago, my oldest daughter crossed over to adulthood. In a sense. Let's get it over right now. The quality of the image is exceptional, obviously. This is due to the operator of the very expensive DSLR. Unfortunately, the wrong person was in custody of the nice camera. Fortunately, the real photographer had her grandmother's $150 point and shoot camera and took exceptional pictures. Which I don't have, yet. But I will. We've had concerts, dance festivals, Lagoon (think Six Flags then adjust your expectations by about 85%), yearbooks, and award ceremonies. My perfectly fabulous 18 year old is not always so fabulous, bless her heart. I'm feeling a lot of empathy for my mother right now. She's occasionally moody and rude to her mother. Fortunately, her father is a social worker and reminds me that this is all part...