Hey guys, wanted to pas this along! Thanks Michael!!!
When we moved into our house two years ago, almost every room upstairs was covered in wallpaper. I’m not a wallpaper person…. Seeing it makes me cringe.
So naturally, the first thing we did before moving in was remove wallpaper. We managed to get every room except for the bathroom and kitchen done.
Yes, that right… two years later it’s still there! We have done absolutely nothing to either of those rooms! (Which is odd because, at the time, they were the two I felt needed addressed immediately.)
Apparently enough time had past since my previous wallpaper removal project that, yesterday, I had this brilliant thought…
Why am I living with this stuff? The bathroom, it’s so small…I can get the wallpaper down today and paint tomorrow. Oh look, Lowe’s has tile on sale for cheap. I’ll have this whole bathroom done by Wednesday…
(Are you laughing yet?) (more…)
Lane Brown wrote this week’s So you don’t know me, but… letter. You guys should go check his blog out at The Writerly Blog of Lane William Brown when you get a chance. 🙂
I want to give you such a hug. Most people don’t realize how much you need one. Most people don’t even know what your name is. They think it’s Frankenstein. Sometimes they know that Frankenstein was actually the name of the mad scientist, but even most people who know that think your name is Frankenstein’s Monster. I dunno which is worse, calling you by the name of that jerkface who made you and then abandoned you, or defining you solely as his monster. I suppose that isn’t too unexpected, though. You are only referred to as “Adam” in the book a couple of times and they could be interpreted as metaphors, but I still feel like it’s clear that you think of yourself as an Adam, so as far as I’m concerned, that’s your name.
But anyway I love you, and what I love most about you is how badly you wanted to be better. I read about how, after Frankenstein abandoned you, you made friends with an old blind man who taught you, not only how to speak, but reading, literature… basically you got the classical education. And most of it you got it by eavesdropping on him teaching other people. You learned by witnessing others get the nurturing, loving education that you were denied. Then you had a glimmer of a chance of a friendship with this old blind tutor, but when his sighted children saw you, and told him how you looked, you were cast out.
I wouldn’t have cast you out. I might have been a bit squicked out and awkward at first, I’m sure, but I would have tried to cover up and been polite. After time, I’m sure, I would grow used to how you look and not even be bothered by it. I would have happily talked literature with you all day. (more…)
I think I’ve mentioned it before, but we don’t have cable… we also don’t have a whole lot of time.
Our evenings are filled with a lot of running around like chickens with their heads off cut, homework, headless chicken mimicking, me pretending I’m a taxi driver, and sometimes… headless chicken mimicking (no offense intended to headless chickens). (more…)
Tomorrow is my youngest’s birthday. And I’m sitting here staring at my computer thinking… how the heck did eleven years go by so fast??? It just doesn’t seem like she’s been here that long.
My oldest daughter is turning 16 next month. This should be causing a panic attack of massive proportions. But is it? Nooooooooo….
(I’m not positive, but this could be due to a bit of denial on my part – I’ll have to get back to you on that.) (more…)