now thats some good sense

me: men can be stupid. you have to tell them stuff til you turn turtle.
her: what?
me: turn turtle. i dont know what that means
her: well i cant take your advice if i dont know what it means.

Thank You Sergio Leone

The Good
Tonight I made pancakes with an unnecessary bit of silly called the Batter Blaster. Like a Salad Shooter I think, but instead of a dizzy salad you get pancakes from a can. ORGANIC pancakes from a can. Google it, it is awesome in its stupid. But I made shapes. I made baby girls name for her, a flower for me and a heart for him. He told me he loved me too. I told him that was actually a message from his food. That it wanted him to know it loved him. . . maybe it was looking for mercy, I don't really know.

Baby girl said, "So you thought a heart would be the best way for daddy to know his food loved him?"

I said, "Honey, I was just kidding. I was being funny."

To which she said, all undertone and turning away, "Well I didn't think it was funny at all."

And we laughed. Which only made her more indignant.


The Bad
My stupid shoes screwed up my stupid knee and stupid ankle. And they are cheap, ugly nothing of shoes, which makes the fact that I keep wearing them. . . well. . stupid. And they are swollen and they hurt. Not the shoes, the body parts. I threw the shoes away.


The Ugly
I have no idea what the hell is going on but I seem to be pissing the husband off like wildfire today. I'm cranky, he's cranky, there's so much stress, lots to do at the job, at home, etc. . . I just want to crawl under the covers and let it all pass me by. But it won't. It will still be there when I come up for air. But we both better get the stick out of our asses, 'casue I am done with feeling bad, thank you.

I need a twirly dress and lots of room to skip

I must get out more

I get a massage every so often.  I work hard, I need them.  I love my lady, she is nice but not so much so, she is strong and talented.  We usually talk throughout.  We have a lot in common and its like having a friend I pay to hurt me to make me feel better.. . like a dominatrix, but with less sex.

Which brings me to todays massage.  I was in last week, in extreme pain.  Today was a follow up for that last bit of tension throughout my whole body.  We had talked the whole time last week, and so this week we just kinda sat in companionable silence.  In the still I became aware of several things.  Soft music, the sound of waves crashing against the rocks, warm flickering candles, fresh crisp sheets, the soothing smell of the oil, her warm hands skillfully sliding down my back. 

Holy hell.

How come I never realized exactly how pretty she is, how fun, how sexy?  More importantly why am I recognizing it right now?  God I have great timing.  All I can say is that at that moment I was extremely glad I was not a man.

Idle Hands. . . .

I like to work with my hands.  It keeps me busy and makes me happy.  I sew, make jewlery and knit with a loom.  I like to build things too.  As a kid, I had ready access to garages full of tools and the women in my family have always been handy. A few months ago I built these things.

It's a cabinet for a guitar amp.  I built it so the husband could get his stuff out of the closet.  He still likes gay music though.  And yes, those are cords sticking out of the bottom.  You would think that if a woman went through the effort to make a pretty cabinet, you would leave it that way.  *Sigh*  Heres a close up.  Pretty yes?

Not impressed yet?  Fine.  How about this?

There is one on either side of the bed. They used to be legless file box thingy's from Ikea. I found the project online, but I can't remember where. When I find the perfect little knobs they will be complete.

Oh, and the red headboard on the edge?  I got the idea of the net again.  Heres a picture of the screen, not that any of these pics are good quality.

This pic made me long to be bed ridden, and it looked easy enough to make myself.  Heres what I did.

I bought a hollow core door and a pretty piece of trim.  Cut the trim to the same length and the door and liberally glue and clamp the trim to the edge.

Pre-drill the back of the door just behind the trim and screw the trim in for extra strength.  Do this every 6-8 inches.  Fill in any holes with wood glue or wood filler and let it sit over night or until its really dry.

Sand, sand, sand some more.  Get your kiddo to sand.  (Oh yeah, thats a Floggy Molly Shirt.  She got it at her first concert.  Sand.  (Thank God I have a power sander now.)

Paint.  Or again, have your kiddo do it.  It's sorta shabby chic, so it's ok if it's not really even or perfect.  Thankfully.  Mount a cabinet wall hanger to the back of the door and to the desired height on your wall.  Use the correct type of mounting hardware for your wall. Sorry, no pics, but the peeps at the home store will know what your asking for.  If not they need to be fired  Hang your headboard. 

Spend the next month trying to not think of it as a door and then wake up one day realizing you love it. 

I still want some funky strippy floral sheets and a few throw pillows but I'm having a hard enough time keeping him from throwing my white euro shams all over the floor, so we'll see.

Today I . . .

slept in.

woke up cranky.

had breakfast out with the kiddo.

went shopping for her school clothes, cranky.

took a nap, woke up less cranky.

went to a three year olds birthday party.

got to hold a 3 month old for awhile.

had a fun back and forth with a clever older man, who kinda looked down my shirt as he was leaving. 

found out he was a minister.

had a fight with the husband.

tried to make up.

had another fight with the husband.

played some video games.

flirted with the husband.

felt better.

Say, say, oh playmate

Come out and play with me

And bring your dollies three

Climb up my apple tree

Shout down my rain barrel

Slide down my cellar door

And we'll be jolly friends forever more