update

i loathe painting.  it's still not right.

i should have gone to disneyland.

my new strategy

wear skin tight jeans...no breathing room.

should equate to no eating room.

because in 2 weeks my 2 skinny besties and i will be heading out to our annual

palm springs weekend.

i can't help that i'm the oldest.

but dang, do i have to be the fattest.

i'll let you know if my new strategy works.

for now, i'm in pain.

tight jean pain.

this and that

i have a new best friend.

isn't it cute.

it puts lotion and sesame oil on my back.  it makes my back feel so good.

i love you new best friend.

my two favorite spices are now growing on my patio.

greek oregano and cilantro.

this table used to be in my living room.

i decided to get rid of it so i put it on craigslist.  no takers.  so i asked jen if she wanted it.

"do you care if i paint it?" she asked.  nope, i sure don't.

dang.  why didn't i think to paint it.  it now looks fabulous. 
if i were an indian-giver i'd ask for it back.

a saturday well spent...sorta...i think

my beautiful, loving and very capable daughter spent the day with me today.  cleaning out my closet.  a chore that has needed to be done for about a year now.   yes, we cleaned out my closet just one year ago.  who knew that in a year's time one could accumulate so many shirts and shoes and purses and scarfs and jeans and capris and sweaters.  she was brutal.  she did not let me hang on to anything that didn't have her stamp of approval.  well, except for one sentimental piece.  this is what things looked like about half way through.  before my anxiety attack.  because she was making me get rid of all my hangers.  but i talked her into the white ones.  after i promised that i would change out all the hangers in the closet.  because hangers really should match.
 

and if you're thinking those piles don't look like much....they filled up 8 large plastic lawn and leaf trash bags.

this is the one sentimental piece that she let me keep...a cowgirl shirt that the boy i live with bought me in san antonio...a george strait shirt.  i love george strait.

and my clean closet.

and my beautiful, loving and very capable daughter.

thanks bear.

but just so you know...i got nothing to wear.

liar liar pants on fire and related stories

 everyone (except maren) said i wouldn't be hungry.  they practically guaranteed it.  i had my doubts.  500 calories a day.  how could you not be hungry.  well, here's the truth.  i'm hungry.  very hungry. 

my stomach is rolling.  i have a headache.  i want to tear something up.

but i'm sticking with it because i am determined to lose weight before this:

because i am attending with these three hot women.

i'm already the oldest...i don't intend to be the fattest too.

and then this skinny thing called me and said she was on hcg.  seriously carrie.

and then she said she was getting it for free.  what?  how?

and then she chuckled.

translation:  grandbaby # 10 is on the way!

woot!  woot!

but i'm still hungry.  very, very hungry.

wife of the year award

you know that chalkboard that i recently made.

it's getting a lot of use.  here is the message that it currently displays:

that boy i live with is pushing me to the brink.

he's off to mexico a.g.a.i.n.

first it was just until sunday.  then sunday became monday.

now monday has become tuesday.

i think i deserve the wife of the year award.

or at least a runner-up position.

(either that or i need to go to mexico and whip on some little senorita)

crazy...who me?

i must be crazy.  i'm not a fan of chaos so it must be that i am just plain crazy.

i mean who invites workers into their home in december.
i'm pretty sure it's only a crazy woman who would do such a thing.

 

next up in the kitchen after the cabinets is a new stone tiled backsplash.

good bye granite mountains.

i will be so glad to see you go.

kenny finished laying the floor tonight.  i love, love, love it.

he still has the new baseboards to install.

but i was excited to put my furniture back.  you know, for a sneak preview.

so he and dave obliged.

but not before they managed to topple the christmas tree.

life in the ball house.  why, it's just a ball.

p.s.  i can't wait to post pics of all the loveliness.  hopefully in another week.

if i haven't taken up residence in the funny farm that is.

my day

soccer with sani leigh.

didn't end with a win but sani gave it her all.

sani gives everything her all. 

hardworking, determined, charming and incredibly loyal.

sani amazes on a regular basis.

next up...

homemades.

by mom.

there is nothing like it.  they can't be described.

if all you've ever eaten in store bought spaghetti, you are missing some exquisite cuisine.

(and thanks dad for cranking that spaghetti machine.)

and then...

i emptied all my kitchen cupboards.

and what you see doesn't even include the goodwill pile.

does one really need all this stuff?

but the best part...

these southwest, pickled, whitewashed cabinets that have turned pink with age will finally get a new finish.

they will be sanded, primed, and painted a clean, crisp color, silver leaf.

then they will get a light coat of umber glaze.

goodbye pink cabinets.

i will not miss you.

now if the boy i live with would just come home and live with me  i would be a very happy girl.

yep, he's still chasing bambi.

i root for bambi.

everytime.