Kimberly Nee's Blog, page 10
March 5, 2012
A Few Things That Annoy Me
I'm finally starting to feel a little better (thank dog), and I'm at that stage now where I'm not sick enough to stay in bed and veg out to Rachael Ray, but not feeling quite well enough to hit the gym today. And that means that I am a little on the cranky side. Well, what better way to assuage the crankies than to rant about some stuff?
Actually, the topic popped into my head while I was perusing my Facebook wall. The more I think about it, the more I think I need to get away from Facebook--at least until the election is over. That one uber-political friend, the crazy ultra-right winger who probably has a stockpile of food and weapons in her basement, is just driving me beyond insane. I know it isn't directed at me, but at the same time, it kind of is because in her view, if you don't agree with her, you could not BE MORE WRONG and are worthy of only contempt.
So, in honor of the Facebook Friend Who Pisses You Off, I give you (in no particular order) a list of things that annoy me.
1. People who don't clean off the machines at the gym - You know these gross people. They've just spent forty minutes on the treadmill, you see the sweat dripping off them and yet, when they finish using the bench press, they don't clean it off. Seriously, WTF is wrong with these people? My gym is literally littered with spray bottles and rags -- all there for the express purpose of cleaning your grossness off the machines so no one else has to sit in your funk. Ew.
2. People who use the self-checkout lanes for their entire 2-weeks-worth-of-groceries shop - Now, I don't mean the people who use the scanner so that all they have to do is beep the End of Order bar and tally up (this is truly the only way to shop.) I mean the twit who has the entire cart filled to the point of overflowing, and is scanning. Each. Item. Individually. To me, those lanes are for small orders and the Scan-It orders. The fast orders.
3. The traffic light at the intersection of Dukes Parkway and Roycebrook Road - this signal is evil. I swear, every time I approach it, it changes to red (even when there is no cross traffic.) Then, just as I slow to a crawl, it turns green. It stays red long enough to slow me down and then BAM! Light changes. I swear it's mocking me. I don't know why, but that light's got it in for me.
4. People who comment on their own Facebook status - Not the ones who respond to the comments left by others. That's only polite. I mean the people who update their status, and are the only ones commenting on it. Do they realize they are, in essence, talking to themselves? And for the most part, it really isn't necessary to reiterate what you've just said. I get it. You hate Obama and you really want people to know it. Then you want them to know it again. And again. And again. Trust me, we get it. We just. Don't. Care. There isn't a single person on your friends' list who doesn't get it. Oh, and we all pretty much think you're nuts. It's very passive-aggressive, I realize, but I'm not about to start up a fight on Facebook over something as stupid as politics. I'll just gripe about it over here and on Twitter.
5. Spam - I don't know if it would annoy me quite as much if the stupid spammers at least got my gender right. WTF am I going to do with Viagra, Cialis, or any other penis-related drugs? I don't have a penis, you idiots. Spam me with offers for stuff like Jimmy Choos and I might (just maybe) bite. Trust me, I will never take you up on your ED meds offers. Oh, and I don't care how many lotteries I've won, I'm not sending you my bank account information.
And last, but not least
6. Blogger - Since when does Ctrl+I not italicize? I have to click on the little i up top, and then click on it 50 more times to unitalicize. WTF is that about? Grrr...
Okay. End of rant. As you were. :D
Actually, the topic popped into my head while I was perusing my Facebook wall. The more I think about it, the more I think I need to get away from Facebook--at least until the election is over. That one uber-political friend, the crazy ultra-right winger who probably has a stockpile of food and weapons in her basement, is just driving me beyond insane. I know it isn't directed at me, but at the same time, it kind of is because in her view, if you don't agree with her, you could not BE MORE WRONG and are worthy of only contempt.
So, in honor of the Facebook Friend Who Pisses You Off, I give you (in no particular order) a list of things that annoy me.
1. People who don't clean off the machines at the gym - You know these gross people. They've just spent forty minutes on the treadmill, you see the sweat dripping off them and yet, when they finish using the bench press, they don't clean it off. Seriously, WTF is wrong with these people? My gym is literally littered with spray bottles and rags -- all there for the express purpose of cleaning your grossness off the machines so no one else has to sit in your funk. Ew.
2. People who use the self-checkout lanes for their entire 2-weeks-worth-of-groceries shop - Now, I don't mean the people who use the scanner so that all they have to do is beep the End of Order bar and tally up (this is truly the only way to shop.) I mean the twit who has the entire cart filled to the point of overflowing, and is scanning. Each. Item. Individually. To me, those lanes are for small orders and the Scan-It orders. The fast orders.
3. The traffic light at the intersection of Dukes Parkway and Roycebrook Road - this signal is evil. I swear, every time I approach it, it changes to red (even when there is no cross traffic.) Then, just as I slow to a crawl, it turns green. It stays red long enough to slow me down and then BAM! Light changes. I swear it's mocking me. I don't know why, but that light's got it in for me.
4. People who comment on their own Facebook status - Not the ones who respond to the comments left by others. That's only polite. I mean the people who update their status, and are the only ones commenting on it. Do they realize they are, in essence, talking to themselves? And for the most part, it really isn't necessary to reiterate what you've just said. I get it. You hate Obama and you really want people to know it. Then you want them to know it again. And again. And again. Trust me, we get it. We just. Don't. Care. There isn't a single person on your friends' list who doesn't get it. Oh, and we all pretty much think you're nuts. It's very passive-aggressive, I realize, but I'm not about to start up a fight on Facebook over something as stupid as politics. I'll just gripe about it over here and on Twitter.
5. Spam - I don't know if it would annoy me quite as much if the stupid spammers at least got my gender right. WTF am I going to do with Viagra, Cialis, or any other penis-related drugs? I don't have a penis, you idiots. Spam me with offers for stuff like Jimmy Choos and I might (just maybe) bite. Trust me, I will never take you up on your ED meds offers. Oh, and I don't care how many lotteries I've won, I'm not sending you my bank account information.
And last, but not least
6. Blogger - Since when does Ctrl+I not italicize? I have to click on the little i up top, and then click on it 50 more times to unitalicize. WTF is that about? Grrr...
Okay. End of rant. As you were. :D
March 2, 2012
Sick...
I'm probably not going to be blogging for a few days. Seems the Boy is very generous with his cold germs and, as a result, I'm sick. I'm hoping to be back to regular blogging by Monday.
Friday Funnies
In honor of Friday, here is some funny stuff I found on YouTube. Some of it isn't safe for work due to language, though, so you might want to lower the volume a little...
Booba's New Boots
Cat vs Bird
And because penguins are just plain cool...
Booba's New Boots
Cat vs Bird
And because penguins are just plain cool...
February 29, 2012
So far, So Good
Well, the good news that I haven't died yet. The gym is doing its best, but I'm still here. Mwahaha!
The bad news is that I hurt like you wouldn't believe. Holy carp, I really pissed off some muscle groups with my three months of sloth and they are getting their payback now.
Of course, it's not as bad as it was yesterday. Yesterday, just thinking hurt. And I managed to drag myself back to the gym this morning and do it all again (I think some of the machines actually laughed at me, but it was noisy because of the step aerobics class, so I can't be sure.) I've got to be nuts. Really.
The bad news is that I hurt like you wouldn't believe. Holy carp, I really pissed off some muscle groups with my three months of sloth and they are getting their payback now.
Of course, it's not as bad as it was yesterday. Yesterday, just thinking hurt. And I managed to drag myself back to the gym this morning and do it all again (I think some of the machines actually laughed at me, but it was noisy because of the step aerobics class, so I can't be sure.) I've got to be nuts. Really.
February 27, 2012
Keep Your Fingers Crossed
That I'll be able to get out of bed tomorrow.
Once upon a time, I hit the gym 7 days a week. I did cardio. I lifted weights. I was fit! I was also childless, which made hitting the gym 7 days a week easy.
Well, fast forward two kids later. Up until this past December, I managed to still get to the gym a few days a week. I get cranky if I can't exercise. Yes, I'm one of those crazy people who actually likes to work out. Last year, I discovered I like to run (I always thought runners were even more mental then the rest of us gym rats. But there you have it.) I was up to three miles every other day when I pulled a hip flexor muscle last spring. Do you know how much that frickin' hurts? It took months to heal. Months, I tells ya. By the time I could run without pain, it was nearly September and I had to start all over again. By Thanksgiving, I was hitting almost 2 miles per workout.
But then the craziness of the holidays caught up and for reasons I won't go into, I ended up running like a lunatic. Time was at a premium, so the gym was the first thing to get sacrificed. I didn't give up my membership - I've belonged to the same gym since 1998 and won't ever give it up voluntarily. Ever. But that time was used for other stuff.
Well, I decided it's time to carve out that time again. And so I went back today. Ran half a mile. Did an hour with the weights. I tried to make sure I didn't push too hard. But my legs are already tight and I think I won't be able to lift my arms over my head tomorrow. Oh well. I don't care. I'm just happy to be back in the gym again.
But keep your fingers crossed that I can get out of bed in the morning. I am 40, you know... :D
Once upon a time, I hit the gym 7 days a week. I did cardio. I lifted weights. I was fit! I was also childless, which made hitting the gym 7 days a week easy.
Well, fast forward two kids later. Up until this past December, I managed to still get to the gym a few days a week. I get cranky if I can't exercise. Yes, I'm one of those crazy people who actually likes to work out. Last year, I discovered I like to run (I always thought runners were even more mental then the rest of us gym rats. But there you have it.) I was up to three miles every other day when I pulled a hip flexor muscle last spring. Do you know how much that frickin' hurts? It took months to heal. Months, I tells ya. By the time I could run without pain, it was nearly September and I had to start all over again. By Thanksgiving, I was hitting almost 2 miles per workout.
But then the craziness of the holidays caught up and for reasons I won't go into, I ended up running like a lunatic. Time was at a premium, so the gym was the first thing to get sacrificed. I didn't give up my membership - I've belonged to the same gym since 1998 and won't ever give it up voluntarily. Ever. But that time was used for other stuff.
Well, I decided it's time to carve out that time again. And so I went back today. Ran half a mile. Did an hour with the weights. I tried to make sure I didn't push too hard. But my legs are already tight and I think I won't be able to lift my arms over my head tomorrow. Oh well. I don't care. I'm just happy to be back in the gym again.
But keep your fingers crossed that I can get out of bed in the morning. I am 40, you know... :D
February 24, 2012
Friday Funnies
Because it's Friday... here's some funny stuff I found on YouTube. Some of it isn't work-safe due to language, but trust me; they are funny!
The Chihuahua's Escape...
Cat vs Printer
Sleeping Kittens (or, What Happened to Steve)
Enjoy!
The Chihuahua's Escape...
Cat vs Printer
Sleeping Kittens (or, What Happened to Steve)
Enjoy!
February 23, 2012
And Out of the Loop Again
That's me. Always out of the loop. How can some people just know what the Next Big Thing is and jump on it? I never do. I'm usually a year or two behind when it comes to trends. By the time I figured out what a BlackBerry was and bought one, everyone was ditching their BlackBerries for iPhones. I hate my BlackBerry. I plan to throw it off the roof of my house once my contract is up in July and I (finally) get an iPhone. But by then, I'm sure something even better will be out.
I had a MySpace account (about 6 months after it was cool, of course.) But then I got a computer virus from a message sent by one of my "friends." Once I got my computer back, de-virussed, I deleted my account.
I will admit, I had a Facebook account before it got really explosive. But I also have to admit that I signed up for it, and promptly forgot about it. Until it got really explosive. I'm still not on there all that often (I read more than post, and I used to play the games until I got sick of having to bug everyone I know to send me this and send me that. Now I realize just how annoying those stupid requests are, even if you can hide them.) I do have a fan page, but I update this blog more often, you can imagine what that page looks like. I will update it, but I have to have something to update it with.
And is it just me, or does everyone have that one uber-political person, who just posts post after post of political bric-a-brac? You know the person I mean - the make-you-want-to-bang-your-head-on-the-desk political poster. The one that has you yelling at your computer, "ALRIGHT!! I GET IT ALREADY!!!!!!" I've got one of those and it must be exhausting to wear those shoes (almost 20 posts in one hour???? Really? And yes, I counted them. I'm just amazed by it, to be honest.) I'm not super-political and I tend to keep my mostly-liberal views out of public forums simply because I don't want to be that make-you-want-to-bang-your-head-on-the-desk political poster. I post them, but not exclusively, just enough so that you know where I stand on certain topics.
I tweet. Some days more than others. But for every follower I get, two more vanish - which I don't really understand. Now I wasn't too far behind that trend, and I'm not exactly sure how that happened. Must have just been a right place/right time sort of thing. I like tweeting because it forces me to pare down my writing. Say what you gotta say in 140 characters or less. Perfect editing tool right there and no, I do NOT use text speak. That drives me nuts when texting, where I also rarely use it, so I make it a point to use real words whenever possible.
And that brings me to the newest Big Thing. Pinterest. WTF is it? I see posts on Facebook all the time, but I haven't checked it out yet. Looks like something else that will amount to a huge time suck, and yet everyone is posting about it. That and checking in places. Maybe it's me, but I don't like to broadcast when I'm not home. And really, it kind of strikes me as even more narcissistic than ordinary tweeting or Facebooking (which, you have to admit, are already smacking of self-absorption and when did Facebook also become a verb?) that I should think someone actually cares that I just arrived at Applebee's or the Hallmark store or wherever. Who. Cares? Someone explain this phenomenon to me, please? Just like I don't understand why people post truly personal things, I don't get why they feel the need to tell me where they are every. Second. Of. The. Day.
Or am I just out of the loop again?
:D
I had a MySpace account (about 6 months after it was cool, of course.) But then I got a computer virus from a message sent by one of my "friends." Once I got my computer back, de-virussed, I deleted my account.
I will admit, I had a Facebook account before it got really explosive. But I also have to admit that I signed up for it, and promptly forgot about it. Until it got really explosive. I'm still not on there all that often (I read more than post, and I used to play the games until I got sick of having to bug everyone I know to send me this and send me that. Now I realize just how annoying those stupid requests are, even if you can hide them.) I do have a fan page, but I update this blog more often, you can imagine what that page looks like. I will update it, but I have to have something to update it with.
And is it just me, or does everyone have that one uber-political person, who just posts post after post of political bric-a-brac? You know the person I mean - the make-you-want-to-bang-your-head-on-the-desk political poster. The one that has you yelling at your computer, "ALRIGHT!! I GET IT ALREADY!!!!!!" I've got one of those and it must be exhausting to wear those shoes (almost 20 posts in one hour???? Really? And yes, I counted them. I'm just amazed by it, to be honest.) I'm not super-political and I tend to keep my mostly-liberal views out of public forums simply because I don't want to be that make-you-want-to-bang-your-head-on-the-desk political poster. I post them, but not exclusively, just enough so that you know where I stand on certain topics.
I tweet. Some days more than others. But for every follower I get, two more vanish - which I don't really understand. Now I wasn't too far behind that trend, and I'm not exactly sure how that happened. Must have just been a right place/right time sort of thing. I like tweeting because it forces me to pare down my writing. Say what you gotta say in 140 characters or less. Perfect editing tool right there and no, I do NOT use text speak. That drives me nuts when texting, where I also rarely use it, so I make it a point to use real words whenever possible.
And that brings me to the newest Big Thing. Pinterest. WTF is it? I see posts on Facebook all the time, but I haven't checked it out yet. Looks like something else that will amount to a huge time suck, and yet everyone is posting about it. That and checking in places. Maybe it's me, but I don't like to broadcast when I'm not home. And really, it kind of strikes me as even more narcissistic than ordinary tweeting or Facebooking (which, you have to admit, are already smacking of self-absorption and when did Facebook also become a verb?) that I should think someone actually cares that I just arrived at Applebee's or the Hallmark store or wherever. Who. Cares? Someone explain this phenomenon to me, please? Just like I don't understand why people post truly personal things, I don't get why they feel the need to tell me where they are every. Second. Of. The. Day.
Or am I just out of the loop again?
:D
February 21, 2012
When Tuesday Feels Like Monday
It just really throws everything off for me.
When I worked in the real world, it was fairly easy to remember what day of the week it was. No one who works Monday through Friday ever forgets it's Saturday, right?
But then I left the real world to stay home (yes, I know, it's still work, it's still the real world, but for our purposes, I need to clarify) with my daughter, I realized that it's a little more difficult to keep the days straight when it doesn't really matter what day it is because you're home.
Still, I managed to keep them relatively straight. If the hubs wasn't home, it was somewhere between Monday and Friday. My odds increased on the weekend. If he was home, I had a 50-50 shot that it was Saturday. Or Sunday.
Since Christmas, the hubs has been working seven days a week. Second shift (3:30-11:30PM.) I keep track of the days by when the kids are in school. But then we have a long weekend and that just throws everything out of whack for me. Today is one of those days. All day, I'm going to think it's Monday and it's not. Ugh. And then tomorrow, I'll think it's Tuesday, and so on. It'll right itself eventually, but not before I ask the hubs at least ten times, "What day is it again?"
When I worked in the real world, it was fairly easy to remember what day of the week it was. No one who works Monday through Friday ever forgets it's Saturday, right?
But then I left the real world to stay home (yes, I know, it's still work, it's still the real world, but for our purposes, I need to clarify) with my daughter, I realized that it's a little more difficult to keep the days straight when it doesn't really matter what day it is because you're home.
Still, I managed to keep them relatively straight. If the hubs wasn't home, it was somewhere between Monday and Friday. My odds increased on the weekend. If he was home, I had a 50-50 shot that it was Saturday. Or Sunday.
Since Christmas, the hubs has been working seven days a week. Second shift (3:30-11:30PM.) I keep track of the days by when the kids are in school. But then we have a long weekend and that just throws everything out of whack for me. Today is one of those days. All day, I'm going to think it's Monday and it's not. Ugh. And then tomorrow, I'll think it's Tuesday, and so on. It'll right itself eventually, but not before I ask the hubs at least ten times, "What day is it again?"
February 19, 2012
Home Projects 2; Revenge of the Home Project
Okay, the curtains are finally hung. And I was only really colorful with the ones in the Boy's room. I had to take down the stupid valance rods (and after almost 5 years, I hardly remembered how I put them up, never mind take them down. Damn things.) But by the time I got to the Girl's room, I was cruisin' along. All four windows now have treatments and - more importantly - I got the curtain rods up straight. Can I get an Amen there?
So the curtain are up, but then I realized I needed tiebacks. Otherwise the Boy's room will look like a cave, since the curtains I hung are navy and heavy, so they keep out the light fairly well. His room gets all afternoon sun, which is hot enough in the summer to fry eggs on his carpet (this is just a theory, mind you. I haven't actually tried it) so I have to close them in the afternoon. The Girl's curtains are a sheerer fabric, and pale pink (with a sparkly flower pattern on them. She's such a girl sometimes and I swear, I don't know where she gets that from. As I type this, I'm in jeans and a tee shirt, over which I am wearing a flannel shirt that I thing my brother gave me for Christmas, circa 1992) so her room isn't quite so cavelike, but they need tiebacks, too.
And so this morning, off I go to Bed, Bath, and Beyond (what exactly is the Beyond part? And where do I find it?) and come home all proud of myself. Tiebacks. Hooks. I'm so ready to finish this project. Okay, so my left side hurts a little. I think I pulled a muscle when I had to move the Boy's dresser when I dropped one of the screws behind it. Or maybe it was when I moved the Boy's toy box when I dropped one of the screws behind it. Or it could've happened when I moved the Boy's bed any one of the dozen times I dropped one of the screws - and I swear to God, I stopped counting at 12. I really did drop these damn screws that many times. Many colorful obscenities were uttered in the Boy's room. Or my side could be sore from pushing the furniture all back into place. Don't know. Don't care. It's a minor nagging ache. I can live with it.
So, I get the hooks ready to go. I should've rethought the whole thing when it took me 15 minutes to get the screws out of the first package. Stupid plastic. But I finally freed them and was ready to go.
The screws did not want to go into the wall. At all. I finally convinced them that it was okay, that they really did want to go in and they caved, but by then my thumbs were sore. I thought about using pliers, but since I had to apply pressure to the screws and didn't want to destroy the hooks, I figured it probably was not a good idea. Besides, with my luck, I'd have slipped and put the damn things through the wall.
I get all four hooks up. Get the tiebacks done on the first window, go to put the other two up when it hits me.
I bought four tiebacks.
I needed eight.
There are two windows in each room. Two panels per window. Duh. That's four ties per room. My math fu, it failed me.
Damn
It.
So I trekked back to Bed, Bath, and Beyond (still don't know what the Beyond part is), bought four more ties, and trekked back home.
However, the good thing is, by the time, I got to the Girl's room, I was totally kicking ass with these screws. Only one gave me a hard time in her room, but I eventually won that battle. The ties are up, they are straight, and I am happy. Sore (my legs now hurt from all the up and down on the latter. Forget the gym, I'll just hang freakin' curtains all over my house. I'll have killer legs in no time) but happy.
Then I came to the realization that the curtains in my daughter's room just don't look quite right. I think I need to go and get the sparkly pink valances and hang those to finish the windows. Somewhere, Bob Vila is probably laughing at me.
So the curtain are up, but then I realized I needed tiebacks. Otherwise the Boy's room will look like a cave, since the curtains I hung are navy and heavy, so they keep out the light fairly well. His room gets all afternoon sun, which is hot enough in the summer to fry eggs on his carpet (this is just a theory, mind you. I haven't actually tried it) so I have to close them in the afternoon. The Girl's curtains are a sheerer fabric, and pale pink (with a sparkly flower pattern on them. She's such a girl sometimes and I swear, I don't know where she gets that from. As I type this, I'm in jeans and a tee shirt, over which I am wearing a flannel shirt that I thing my brother gave me for Christmas, circa 1992) so her room isn't quite so cavelike, but they need tiebacks, too.
And so this morning, off I go to Bed, Bath, and Beyond (what exactly is the Beyond part? And where do I find it?) and come home all proud of myself. Tiebacks. Hooks. I'm so ready to finish this project. Okay, so my left side hurts a little. I think I pulled a muscle when I had to move the Boy's dresser when I dropped one of the screws behind it. Or maybe it was when I moved the Boy's toy box when I dropped one of the screws behind it. Or it could've happened when I moved the Boy's bed any one of the dozen times I dropped one of the screws - and I swear to God, I stopped counting at 12. I really did drop these damn screws that many times. Many colorful obscenities were uttered in the Boy's room. Or my side could be sore from pushing the furniture all back into place. Don't know. Don't care. It's a minor nagging ache. I can live with it.
So, I get the hooks ready to go. I should've rethought the whole thing when it took me 15 minutes to get the screws out of the first package. Stupid plastic. But I finally freed them and was ready to go.
The screws did not want to go into the wall. At all. I finally convinced them that it was okay, that they really did want to go in and they caved, but by then my thumbs were sore. I thought about using pliers, but since I had to apply pressure to the screws and didn't want to destroy the hooks, I figured it probably was not a good idea. Besides, with my luck, I'd have slipped and put the damn things through the wall.
I get all four hooks up. Get the tiebacks done on the first window, go to put the other two up when it hits me.
I bought four tiebacks.
I needed eight.
There are two windows in each room. Two panels per window. Duh. That's four ties per room. My math fu, it failed me.
Damn
It.
So I trekked back to Bed, Bath, and Beyond (still don't know what the Beyond part is), bought four more ties, and trekked back home.
However, the good thing is, by the time, I got to the Girl's room, I was totally kicking ass with these screws. Only one gave me a hard time in her room, but I eventually won that battle. The ties are up, they are straight, and I am happy. Sore (my legs now hurt from all the up and down on the latter. Forget the gym, I'll just hang freakin' curtains all over my house. I'll have killer legs in no time) but happy.
Then I came to the realization that the curtains in my daughter's room just don't look quite right. I think I need to go and get the sparkly pink valances and hang those to finish the windows. Somewhere, Bob Vila is probably laughing at me.
February 18, 2012
Home Projects
We've lived in our house almost five years now, and I'm still in the process of making it ours. When we lived in the townhouse, it looked the same the day we moved out, as it did the day we moved in. How sad is that? I think I changed the curtains in the kitch--nope, now that I think about it, even the damn kitchen curtains remained the same. They were white, lace-type curtains with geese and ducks on them. Geese. And. Ducks. Damn, how lame it that?
I'm proud to say there are no geese and ducks in my house now. But I am still making this my home, even if it is taking forever. It needs to be repainted, but that's a job I'm dreading, so I'll put it off for as long as possible. Besides, my son's room gets a redo first and I'm planning that for this spring/early summer. One thing at a time. First his room, then the Girl's room (which has the ugliest paint scheme I have ever seen. One wall is pale green, the other three are this awful shocking Pepto-Bismol pink. So. Effing. Ugly. I can't stand it. And the pink's going to be a nightmare to cover, I'm sure.) Then I'll tackle the rest of the house.
When we first moved in, and my kids finally had their own rooms, I bought the cutest valances for the Boy's room. I don't know why I didn't for the Girl's room, but I didn't. They both had miniblinds, and that was fine. Until the Boy ripped off the cord on one of the miniblinds in his room. For the last year, the blinds have been down on the one window. It takes me a while to get around to these projects - mostly because they never go smoothly and I'm afraid the spike in my blood pressure will make the top of my head blow right off and because my kids don't need to be exposed to the type of swearing such projects usually bring forth. I'm very creative when properly riled.
Well, I got sick of his room always being kind of dark, so I thought curtains would be nice. For both kids, since I can't really buy for one and not the other. So I'm going to get curtains and hang them. No problem.
Riiiight.
Ugh. There are two windows in the Boy's room. First, I had to wrestle off the valance rods. Managed to do that without wrecking anything. Then, I dropped the first screw for the first bracket probably a dozen times before I got it to stay anchored. After that, it was relatively smooth sailing. It only took about 2 hours longer than I expected and I was able to take down the miniblinds without destroying the wood around the window, so yay me! I'll tackle the Girl's room later on today. Hers shouldn't be too bad, since she only has the blinds and they are staying put because, unlike her brother, she didn't wreck them.
Of course, I probably just jinxed myself. If you hear someone weaving a colorful tapestry of obscenities later on, it's probably me and I'm not going to apologize. :D
I'm proud to say there are no geese and ducks in my house now. But I am still making this my home, even if it is taking forever. It needs to be repainted, but that's a job I'm dreading, so I'll put it off for as long as possible. Besides, my son's room gets a redo first and I'm planning that for this spring/early summer. One thing at a time. First his room, then the Girl's room (which has the ugliest paint scheme I have ever seen. One wall is pale green, the other three are this awful shocking Pepto-Bismol pink. So. Effing. Ugly. I can't stand it. And the pink's going to be a nightmare to cover, I'm sure.) Then I'll tackle the rest of the house.
When we first moved in, and my kids finally had their own rooms, I bought the cutest valances for the Boy's room. I don't know why I didn't for the Girl's room, but I didn't. They both had miniblinds, and that was fine. Until the Boy ripped off the cord on one of the miniblinds in his room. For the last year, the blinds have been down on the one window. It takes me a while to get around to these projects - mostly because they never go smoothly and I'm afraid the spike in my blood pressure will make the top of my head blow right off and because my kids don't need to be exposed to the type of swearing such projects usually bring forth. I'm very creative when properly riled.
Well, I got sick of his room always being kind of dark, so I thought curtains would be nice. For both kids, since I can't really buy for one and not the other. So I'm going to get curtains and hang them. No problem.
Riiiight.
Ugh. There are two windows in the Boy's room. First, I had to wrestle off the valance rods. Managed to do that without wrecking anything. Then, I dropped the first screw for the first bracket probably a dozen times before I got it to stay anchored. After that, it was relatively smooth sailing. It only took about 2 hours longer than I expected and I was able to take down the miniblinds without destroying the wood around the window, so yay me! I'll tackle the Girl's room later on today. Hers shouldn't be too bad, since she only has the blinds and they are staying put because, unlike her brother, she didn't wreck them.
Of course, I probably just jinxed myself. If you hear someone weaving a colorful tapestry of obscenities later on, it's probably me and I'm not going to apologize. :D
