Room-ba!

We’ve lived in our house for three years now and have done some extensive remodeling in that time.  Almost every room in our house has had something done to it.  At last, we’ve crossed Tomcat’s room off our list.

Photo by Kay Kauffman

Since we have three boys, we have a set of bunk beds.  The littler two aren’t quite old enough for them yet, but they will be one day, so in the meantime, Tomcat gets to choose whether he has top bunk or bottom.  While they’re great for accommodating a large number of children in a small number of bedrooms, they’re not so great when it comes to repainting a room.  Case in point:

Photo by Kay Kauffman

As you can see, the bunk beds were a bit of a problem.  Did I say problem? I meant to say that they posed their own special challenge (by which I, of course, mean that they were a colossal pain in my back side).
Seriously, having something that big in the middle of the room when you’re trying to paint really sucks. But! It gets better behind the cut.

So, about your border…

Finally got around to putting up Tomcat’s wallpaper border tonight.  It went more or less okay until we got to the closet.

This crap should be drug out into the street and shot.  Repeatedly.

In other news, tomorrow I will probably have a post on how awesome Tomcat’s room looks.  You know, after the electrician finishes installing his ceiling fan and I get everything put back in his room where it belongs. 😀

That is all.

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Painting a bedroom, or Dear God, I think I’m going to die

 

I’ve spent all weekend prepping and painting Tomcat’s bedroom.  We’ve lived here three years now and we’ve painted Tadpole’s room and Cricket and Thumper’s room (they share), but we hadn’t done Tomcat’s.  We haven’t painted our room yet, either, but it’s gonna wait a while longer yet.  Anyway, his room is gonna rock when it’s done.  Meanwhile, I forgot how much painting sucked.  We ran out of paint, so while we’re waiting for the first coat to dry, Seymour took Tomcat and Tadpole to town to buy supplies and I put Cricket and Thumper down for naps.  Time to relax!

P.S. Stay tuned – Friday’s photo post will feature the before and after pictures. 🙂

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It’s another Photo Friday!

 

Here we are, at the end of another week, and I must say I’m glad of it.  I’m not looking forward to spending the weekend painting, but that’s another story.  Anyway, on to the photo of the day!

Photo by Kay Kauffman

Today’s photo features Tomcat, my oldest son.  Clearly this is not a recent photo, as my darling baby boy will be nine on Wednesday.  Nine!  How the heck did that happen?  Oh, right.  I blinked.  I remember now.  He was just over two and a half when I snapped this picture, slightly older than Cricket is now.  He looks so little!  And now he’s so big!  I can’t believe I have a third grader on my hands!

Quick! Get me a brick! Get me some rope! Get me a drink!

Feminism and abortion

I like to read WordPress’s Freshly Pressed articles.  I don’t always read them, but every now and then, one will catch my eye.  The one that caught my eye today was called Frankie v. Debra, Roe v. Wade: Can you still be a feminist if you’re anti-abortion?

I read the article, but not all 200 comments.  The article began by comparing two of Patricia Heaton‘s sitcom roles and then discussed some of the actress’s personal opinions, including her membership in a group called Feminists for Life, a group that apparently is very pro-life.

I really wanted to comment on the article…

The vacation post

The world-famous Butter Cow, hand-crafted by Sarah Pratt.

Once again, I find myself penning a post about a family vacation.  This time, summer has come and gone, taking our family vacations with it.  This time, due to school starting in the middle of August (don’t ask me why), we were forced to cut our trip short by a day and decided not to go camping.  See, from what I understand, schools are not supposed to start till after Labor Day (September 3 this year), but they are allowed to apply for a waiver if they would like to begin prior to that date and the governor can either approve or deny the request.  I can’t recall him ever denying a waiver request and I can’t recall school ever beginning after Labor Day; it’s always started in August, and it starts earlier every year.  This year, our school started classes on August 15, but I know some schools were in session last week.

But I digress. Instead of going camping up north like we’d planned, we headed south, invading Seymour’s parents’ house for a few days and running ourselves ragged.

Award season continues

My friend Kina has been inundated with awards lately.  As such, she put together a massive awards post yesterday and invited readers to select an award from her long list of accolades.  In keeping with her idea of awarding yourself and paying it forward, I selected the Fabulous Blog Ribbon.  The rules for this award entail sharing five fabulous moments, as well as five likes and dislikes, then nominating five other bloggers for the award.

For someone who’s received as many award nominations as Kina has in such a short period of time, I think this was kind of a brilliant way to handle all the award posts.  That way, people aren’t always reading post after post after post about which award you’ve received.

And now, without further ado, the questions…

Five Fabulous Moments in My Life

Excitement abounds!

You know, I’ve had something brewing in the back of my mind for quite a while now as a blog topic and some of the posts I’ve been reading lately on T.L. Tyson’s blog have more or less cemented the idea in my head.  However, I’m not sure it’s fully fermented yet and at any rate, I received an email over my lunch break that pretty much blew said idea sky-high.  Any thoughts I might have otherwise entertained posting about today were blown to smithereens when I read the following words:

…I’d love to see the whole thing…

Squee!

*crash*

That sound you just heard?  You know, the one that sounded like a dead body being dumped from a second story window?  That’s the sound of me crashing after Cricket’s birthday party.  The coffee I had with my milk and sugar this morning wore off sometime around 11:30 a.m. and zzzzzzz…

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