What the hell has Christmas come to? The commercials on TV depict happy people out spending their money like they haven't a care in the world. 'Just come to our store, and all your dreams will come true'. What they don't show is people parked on sidewalks and sleeping in tents so they can push and shove their way through a crowd. They don't show how all the prices are marked up before they are 'on sale'. They don't show the person walking by without a dollar in their pocket to buy a fucking sandwich, wishing they had a place to spend the holiday, or a family to spend it with.
Instead, it's, 'Hey moms, come here for the best toys.' Or, 'Hey dad's, diamonds make everything better, buy one for you wife.' Then what happens? The child plays with the box instead of the toy and the jewelry sits in a box until it's once-a-year appearance on your anniversary.
Here's an idea, if you have the money, spend it on the person without. Or better, donate all the stuff you got last year and is currently sitting at the bottom of your closet and spend the holiday with your family instead of out shopping with crowds of strangers.
Friday, December 9, 2011
Wednesday, December 7, 2011
Journal Week 15
Day 3
Today I accomplished a lot. I feel successful. I textured the walls and got slightly high doing so. At first, I was skeptical about putting texture on the wall, it reminds me of a cheap hotel. I have never seen in anywhere but a commercial building. I didn't really think that was where I wanted to go with this. But since our walls are so shot from nails and anchors well, lets face it, me knowing nothing about mudding and sanding drywall, we decided it was the only option.
So I got up all gung-ho and started spraying. The stuff comes in a spray can, and it comes out web-like, so I kind-of felt like spiderman. It was a childhood dream of mine to have webs at my fingertips, so needless to say, I got the job done quickly. But by the time it was complete, I was more that a little light headed. I didn't even notice the fumes until I escaped them.
After the room aired out, I ended up painting the entire thing, going to Lowes for supplies, and cleaned and showered before Ron even got home. And then I bragged about it. A lot. I guess I am feeling a little high and mighty. Emphasis on the high.
Oh, and it doesn't look like a cheap hotel room, in case you were wondering.
Today I accomplished a lot. I feel successful. I textured the walls and got slightly high doing so. At first, I was skeptical about putting texture on the wall, it reminds me of a cheap hotel. I have never seen in anywhere but a commercial building. I didn't really think that was where I wanted to go with this. But since our walls are so shot from nails and anchors well, lets face it, me knowing nothing about mudding and sanding drywall, we decided it was the only option.
So I got up all gung-ho and started spraying. The stuff comes in a spray can, and it comes out web-like, so I kind-of felt like spiderman. It was a childhood dream of mine to have webs at my fingertips, so needless to say, I got the job done quickly. But by the time it was complete, I was more that a little light headed. I didn't even notice the fumes until I escaped them.
After the room aired out, I ended up painting the entire thing, going to Lowes for supplies, and cleaned and showered before Ron even got home. And then I bragged about it. A lot. I guess I am feeling a little high and mighty. Emphasis on the high.
Oh, and it doesn't look like a cheap hotel room, in case you were wondering.
Tuesday, December 6, 2011
Journal Week 15
Day 2
My living room looks like a cheap daycare. Everything from the bedroom is squished in a space that is too small for it. There are toys and childrens' furniture from wall to wall, piled on top of each other, underneath and behind couches. One wrong move and it's a Lego avalanche. I wonder if this is what my house would look like if I had three children. Grady is going to have to sleep in the living room while we work. I pray it is only for a few nights, he is completely thrown off if his routine is interrupted. And this is a complete upheaval.
So far, Ron and I have ripped the strapping off the wall, pounded the nails, and started mudding. I didn't realize how time consuming taping and mudding drywall is. This is something Ron does often, and has talked about. But I guess I've never given him enough credit, usually he comes home and says something like, 'Uggh, my day was awful, I was doing drywall all day.'
At this point in the conversation, I am typically thinking how nice it would be to have a break from the kids and do some drywall myself. And I suppose it would be nice once in a while, like I am doing now, for instance. But all day, for a week straight? No thanks.
So, props to you Ron, sorry it's taken me so long to acknowledge this. I guess next time you come home after a day of drywall, I wont throw the kids on you and retreat to the bedroom like I would so love to do. I'll give you at least for an hour or so, then they are all yours.
My living room looks like a cheap daycare. Everything from the bedroom is squished in a space that is too small for it. There are toys and childrens' furniture from wall to wall, piled on top of each other, underneath and behind couches. One wrong move and it's a Lego avalanche. I wonder if this is what my house would look like if I had three children. Grady is going to have to sleep in the living room while we work. I pray it is only for a few nights, he is completely thrown off if his routine is interrupted. And this is a complete upheaval.
So far, Ron and I have ripped the strapping off the wall, pounded the nails, and started mudding. I didn't realize how time consuming taping and mudding drywall is. This is something Ron does often, and has talked about. But I guess I've never given him enough credit, usually he comes home and says something like, 'Uggh, my day was awful, I was doing drywall all day.'
At this point in the conversation, I am typically thinking how nice it would be to have a break from the kids and do some drywall myself. And I suppose it would be nice once in a while, like I am doing now, for instance. But all day, for a week straight? No thanks.
So, props to you Ron, sorry it's taken me so long to acknowledge this. I guess next time you come home after a day of drywall, I wont throw the kids on you and retreat to the bedroom like I would so love to do. I'll give you at least for an hour or so, then they are all yours.
Monday, December 5, 2011
Journal Week 15
Day 1
I've been watching those home improvement shows for weeks. Not only is my TV tuned in, but I have been watching videos online like they are going out of style. I could tell you exactly how to cope a piece of crown molding without skipping a beat. But the videos aren't cutting it. It's like giving candy to a crack addict, I am yearning to do it myself.
Everything is planned, they kids are going to Grammy's and Lowes is less than a mile away. I've been there five or six times just to look. Window shopping heaven. My husband and I typically work quickly together so I'm expecting a quick turn-over. The kid's wont know what hit em. A new room overnight. I. Cannot. Wait. Let's get started right now.
I've been watching those home improvement shows for weeks. Not only is my TV tuned in, but I have been watching videos online like they are going out of style. I could tell you exactly how to cope a piece of crown molding without skipping a beat. But the videos aren't cutting it. It's like giving candy to a crack addict, I am yearning to do it myself.
Everything is planned, they kids are going to Grammy's and Lowes is less than a mile away. I've been there five or six times just to look. Window shopping heaven. My husband and I typically work quickly together so I'm expecting a quick turn-over. The kid's wont know what hit em. A new room overnight. I. Cannot. Wait. Let's get started right now.
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