(We're the ones on the right. Hubby's shirt has a picture of Coal with the words, "Daddy's Girl" underneath. That was Hubby's Father's Day present. Aren't I cute?!! hehe)
Wednesday, June 28, 2006
(We're the ones on the right. Hubby's shirt has a picture of Coal with the words, "Daddy's Girl" underneath. That was Hubby's Father's Day present. Aren't I cute?!! hehe)
Sunday, June 25, 2006
I painted this weekend while Hubby was at work.
I started with a piece of plywood.
Next I painted the plywood black and had this:
Then the painting began.
(Clover, as requested by Allis. *Could you possibly pick something a little more vague next time Allis, thanks.* This is her belated birthday gift. )Next came the frame.
This is where I had to stop.Notice how the flowers are a slightly different color in the unframed painting.
(You probably can't tell as I'm a horrible photographer as well as a painter.)
I can't stop touching it.
It needs to leave my house.
I'm seriously going to mess it up, have to paint it black and start all over.
(The frame isn't finished because Lowe's closes at 7 on Sundays, but seriously Allis, as soon as the frame is finished you better come get it. I'll be in the corner playing the 'mad' artist crying and screaming about how my art sucks and it's never good enough and how I hate everything about my paintings.)
If you actually can paint, this seems like it would be a really neat idea. The plywood gives an awesome texture and depth to the painting. I got the medium crappy plywood as to have a little more texture in the wood. The SUPREMELY crappy plywood would be way too time consuming as you have to account on the paint soaking into the plywood. The frame, that was my bright idea and unless you have an excellent concept of 45 degree angles and a proper saw, I would skip that part.
Friday, June 23, 2006
Wednesday, June 21, 2006
Friday night after work my husband and I ventured out to a drive-in theater we'd heard about in Boaz, AL. I had packed us up a picnic dinner with sandwhiches, veggies chips, wine, and leftover brownies. It was great. We watched the new Pixar movie Cars. Cute little movie if you haven't seen it. I would recommend it to everyone, little kids or not. I would especially recommend the sex scene right in the middle of the movie. It was HOT!
What's that you say? "No sex scenes in Pixar movies!"
Well, there's a trick to it you see.
First you have to be drinking abottle glass of wine while watching the movie very intently during the cat and mouse driving scene between the Racecar and the Porshe. Next you have to turn the volume wayyyyyyyyyyy up so you can hear their wonderful engines purring. Then you have to accidentally lay your hand on the "play" button on your steering wheel. This of course turns the cd in your car stero on, which happened to be Secret Machines, the last song on the albumn. (For those of you who don't know, which you should, it is a ballad about a 'whore' type girl with the majority of the first of the song being lyrical.) If you time it just right the music picks up speed right about the time the two cars sneak off into a garage and start tapping each other on their bumpers.
It was at this point that my husband and I looked at each other and said, "Bow Chicka Wow Wow."
Then as we were laughing at the naughty bits in Cars, we realized how stupid we were, quickly turned the cd off and sunk down in our car seats so the cars, which are exactly one foot away from us couldn't see our embarrassment.
It was at least another half hour before we stopped laughing. I mean, it's Pixar folks, how could we have been so dumb as to think they put a sex scene in their movie.
I'd like to suggest that they do though, because it was HOTT!
What's that you say? "No sex scenes in Pixar movies!"
Well, there's a trick to it you see.
First you have to be drinking a
It was at this point that my husband and I looked at each other and said, "Bow Chicka Wow Wow."
Then as we were laughing at the naughty bits in Cars, we realized how stupid we were, quickly turned the cd off and sunk down in our car seats so the cars, which are exactly one foot away from us couldn't see our embarrassment.
It was at least another half hour before we stopped laughing. I mean, it's Pixar folks, how could we have been so dumb as to think they put a sex scene in their movie.
I'd like to suggest that they do though, because it was HOTT!
Tuesday, June 20, 2006
Tuesday, June 20, 2006
pisces horoscope
Your Tuesday Horoscope Paige!
Sudden possibilities abound in your career field. Plan for a better life; refine your creative expression. There are some opportunities that balance your field of specialty with your desires to make a grand impact.
If this is true...I'll be posting more. :)
Tuesday, June 13, 2006
This weekend I attended a party at a friend's house in honor of his new Deck. (He built it himself and was very VERY proud. Good for you. You handy, handy man.) The Deck party was quiet and I didn't really know a lot of people there so Sweets and I baracaded ourselves in a corner of the deck overlooking two of our friend's dogs. As we stood there watching the dogs, making small talk I told her a few stories about my weekend leading up to the deck party.
(Actual stories to follow at a later date.)
Story 1: Sex and Silverware
Story 2: My dog has Mange!
Story 3: Coal can fart and hurl simultaneously. Who knew?!
Her comment:
"Nothing exciting ever happens to me. Day in, day out same thing. Shit is always going on with you guys." (She's right. It's like we've angered the universe in some passive aggressive, humorous, ironic way and the universe must pay us back ten fold.)
So Sweets, this is especially for you...
Broken Badge And The Hole In My Tire
I work at Huntsville Hospital. I park in a parking garage. In order to park in said parking garage I must badge in. Meaning I swipe my little badge in a little card reader thingy through my rolled down window, the gate opens, and I travel on. Sounds simple really.
But...it's not.
Obviously.
Because if it were simple then I would not have had to buy a new lanyard today.
It all started with my little routine in the mornings. I get in my car, I clip on my badge, I buckle my seatbelt and I turn the car on. *Key point here is that my badge is on a clip that I attatch to my shirt. There is a rubber band type thing that then attatches to my badges and my key ring with my keys on it. So everything I need for work is right there, handy, in a tidy little package attatched to my shirt.
I drive to the parking garage and pull up to the badge reader, roll down my window, and I slide my badge through the reader....
Then the trouble starts.
The clip attatched to my shirt slingshots off, the badge slips out of my hand, and the whole deal falls under my car. So, now absolutely everything I need for work in under my car dead center *I think. I managed to badge in though, so the gate is also up. People are also beginning to line up behind me to get into the parking garage.
So, I think. Hey dummy! Open your door and lean out and pick it up, no biggie.
I can't. I've pulled too close to the badge reader and I can't open the door enough to get my fat ass out of the car.
I need to back up.
So I wave to the people behind me, who are becoming more and more irate at me for taking too long to badge in, to move back, which they are ever, EVER so thrilled about.
They back up, I back up. Then I hear whoooosh.
Shit!@##%$#@$%$@$^@ * (and every other curse word imaginable)
I've run over my badge, my badge holder, MY KEYS, and my key ring.
Now, not only do I have to pick up my badge, but I also have to pick up the million pieces of my life. Three keys, my bent key ring, two badges with tire prints, and my destroyed badge holder. The people behind me are ELATED.
To date, front left tire is still ok, but I'm waiting. The sound....the horrible sound.... it sounded just like a flat. (That may have been my badge holder exploding, who knows.)
I got back in my car, thanked god the gate was still up, and rolled on through to a few honks of congradulations of my supreme driving abilities.
All in all, VERY embarrassing. Very depressing, that I had ruined my badge, my keys, and my holder.
Note: I picked up a new SUPER cool badge holder today, my keys were bent back into place and my badges came clean with an eraser (soap and water didn't cut it). All is well and nothing was hurt but my pride. And really....who needs pride.
(Actual stories to follow at a later date.)
Story 1: Sex and Silverware
Story 2: My dog has Mange!
Story 3: Coal can fart and hurl simultaneously. Who knew?!
Her comment:
"Nothing exciting ever happens to me. Day in, day out same thing. Shit is always going on with you guys." (She's right. It's like we've angered the universe in some passive aggressive, humorous, ironic way and the universe must pay us back ten fold.)
So Sweets, this is especially for you...
Broken Badge And The Hole In My Tire
I work at Huntsville Hospital. I park in a parking garage. In order to park in said parking garage I must badge in. Meaning I swipe my little badge in a little card reader thingy through my rolled down window, the gate opens, and I travel on. Sounds simple really.
But...it's not.
Obviously.
Because if it were simple then I would not have had to buy a new lanyard today.
It all started with my little routine in the mornings. I get in my car, I clip on my badge, I buckle my seatbelt and I turn the car on. *Key point here is that my badge is on a clip that I attatch to my shirt. There is a rubber band type thing that then attatches to my badges and my key ring with my keys on it. So everything I need for work is right there, handy, in a tidy little package attatched to my shirt.
I drive to the parking garage and pull up to the badge reader, roll down my window, and I slide my badge through the reader....
Then the trouble starts.
The clip attatched to my shirt slingshots off, the badge slips out of my hand, and the whole deal falls under my car. So, now absolutely everything I need for work in under my car dead center *I think. I managed to badge in though, so the gate is also up. People are also beginning to line up behind me to get into the parking garage.
So, I think. Hey dummy! Open your door and lean out and pick it up, no biggie.
I can't. I've pulled too close to the badge reader and I can't open the door enough to get my fat ass out of the car.
I need to back up.
So I wave to the people behind me, who are becoming more and more irate at me for taking too long to badge in, to move back, which they are ever, EVER so thrilled about.
They back up, I back up. Then I hear whoooosh.
Shit!@##%$#@$%$@$^@ * (and every other curse word imaginable)
I've run over my badge, my badge holder, MY KEYS, and my key ring.
Now, not only do I have to pick up my badge, but I also have to pick up the million pieces of my life. Three keys, my bent key ring, two badges with tire prints, and my destroyed badge holder. The people behind me are ELATED.
To date, front left tire is still ok, but I'm waiting. The sound....the horrible sound.... it sounded just like a flat. (That may have been my badge holder exploding, who knows.)
I got back in my car, thanked god the gate was still up, and rolled on through to a few honks of congradulations of my supreme driving abilities.
All in all, VERY embarrassing. Very depressing, that I had ruined my badge, my keys, and my holder.
Note: I picked up a new SUPER cool badge holder today, my keys were bent back into place and my badges came clean with an eraser (soap and water didn't cut it). All is well and nothing was hurt but my pride. And really....who needs pride.
Tuesday, June 06, 2006
Freecycle is a program where you donate your items you no longer want for others to pick up for FREE! This allows you to be able to PICK UP items for FREE also. Isn't that cool?!! It's a large scale swapshop for FREE! I love FREE, can't you tell. :) I plan to use it very, very soon. There are some black padded chairs that are calling my name. I may have some items in my garage calling someone else's name. hehe. I love this!
Yes, that's right. I'm a slacker. That's fine. You'll deal.
Saturday my parents came down to visit with us for my dad's birthday. I decided to take them to the new Brazilian restaurant, Cafe' from Brazil. This place is excellent. It was SO GOOD! If you have one in your area you should definately go and try it out. When there you should try the fried cheese thingys, the ham and onion pie, the pasta salad, and each and every one of the deserts because they are like big huge pieces of heaven (The chocolate is the best.). Seriously though, I've NEVER had a cake like that. It was the moistest, yummiest, sweetest cake I've ever had. DELICIOUS! (I'm drooling, literally, right now.)
After our wonderful lunch we made our way over to the Botanical Gardens to view the new butterfly exhibit. It was beautiful. Absolutely beautiful. We all really enjoyed it. Click the picture to view my flickr documentation.
As for yesterday, well...
This had my attention. We're going to see it today. I hope it's horrible and it's falling down and in a bad part of town and not what we want at ALL! Because we really, REALLY need to wait another year.
But it's so nice and everything we want and not in a bad part of town and close to work and And AND.....
On another side note, my dogs fur has started to fall out from around her eye. What's up with that? It's gross. (We have a vets appointment for friday. That was the soonest our vet could get to her.)
Saturday my parents came down to visit with us for my dad's birthday. I decided to take them to the new Brazilian restaurant, Cafe' from Brazil. This place is excellent. It was SO GOOD! If you have one in your area you should definately go and try it out. When there you should try the fried cheese thingys, the ham and onion pie, the pasta salad, and each and every one of the deserts because they are like big huge pieces of heaven (The chocolate is the best.). Seriously though, I've NEVER had a cake like that. It was the moistest, yummiest, sweetest cake I've ever had. DELICIOUS! (I'm drooling, literally, right now.)
After our wonderful lunch we made our way over to the Botanical Gardens to view the new butterfly exhibit. It was beautiful. Absolutely beautiful. We all really enjoyed it. Click the picture to view my flickr documentation.
As for yesterday, well...
This had my attention. We're going to see it today. I hope it's horrible and it's falling down and in a bad part of town and not what we want at ALL! Because we really, REALLY need to wait another year.
But it's so nice and everything we want and not in a bad part of town and close to work and And AND.....
On another side note, my dogs fur has started to fall out from around her eye. What's up with that? It's gross. (We have a vets appointment for friday. That was the soonest our vet could get to her.)
Thursday, June 01, 2006
Tonight I have surfed blog after blog. I've read and i've read and i've read even more. My final thought? I'm no longer as creative as I used to be. Some of you guys write so very well. You're so creative and eloquent and the posts are well thought out. Mine...mine are whatever comes to mind, whenever it comes to mind. I'm a freaking English major for christ sakes and I can't write a coherent post. I used to write beautifully. I used to have these wonderful thoughts that I felt were brilliant (at the time, I read them now and they're garbage, all garbage I say!) I've had stories and poems and drawings published and yet now....now I can't even bring myself to paint a picture because I'm scared I'll mess it up. So what if I mess it up? I've wasted valuable time, that's what! I have so many creative things that I would like to do, but yet, I just don't want to.
Here's my list:
1. Paint my black plywood canvases.
2. Sew pillows from my wedding material. (That's right, 2.5 years ago, still haven't done it.)
3. Rearrange my living room and make it artistic and classy.
4. Rearrange my bedroom. (to make room for my new dresser)
5. Sew little doggie bandanas. (the only clothing I'm allowed to place on my dog)
6. Scrapbook my vacation photos.
And here's my excuses:
1. It's too wet outside to paint and I'm not painting on my white carpet.
2. my sewing machine is broken.
3. I haven't had time.
4. I'm too tired.
5. my sewing machine is broken.
6. There are too many excuses to name.
And here's the truth:
1. I don't think I can paint anymore because i'm not creative.
2. I can't figure out how to thread my sewing machine properly and therefore my thread breaks.
3. Totally had time tonight but read blogs instead.
4. I'm not too tired, I'm just lazy.
5. See #2.
6. I go to the craft room, sit for five minutes and decide that I "can't."
So, you see, I'm totally a loser. I probably won't do any of those things this weekend either.
We have puppy school at 11, dinner with my parents at 1, and poker tournament at 5. And sunday...sunday is laundry day, go get gas day, and grocery day. I have to be at least a little domestic.
I need a muse. Where the hell is my muse?!! Maybe I'll find it under a rock somewhere this weekend.
Here's my list:
1. Paint my black plywood canvases.
2. Sew pillows from my wedding material. (That's right, 2.5 years ago, still haven't done it.)
3. Rearrange my living room and make it artistic and classy.
4. Rearrange my bedroom. (to make room for my new dresser)
5. Sew little doggie bandanas. (the only clothing I'm allowed to place on my dog)
6. Scrapbook my vacation photos.
And here's my excuses:
1. It's too wet outside to paint and I'm not painting on my white carpet.
2. my sewing machine is broken.
3. I haven't had time.
4. I'm too tired.
5. my sewing machine is broken.
6. There are too many excuses to name.
And here's the truth:
1. I don't think I can paint anymore because i'm not creative.
2. I can't figure out how to thread my sewing machine properly and therefore my thread breaks.
3. Totally had time tonight but read blogs instead.
4. I'm not too tired, I'm just lazy.
5. See #2.
6. I go to the craft room, sit for five minutes and decide that I "can't."
So, you see, I'm totally a loser. I probably won't do any of those things this weekend either.
We have puppy school at 11, dinner with my parents at 1, and poker tournament at 5. And sunday...sunday is laundry day, go get gas day, and grocery day. I have to be at least a little domestic.
I need a muse. Where the hell is my muse?!! Maybe I'll find it under a rock somewhere this weekend.
