okay - y'all....we are at Hour 5 of the paint-o-rama, and not 1 drop of paint has seen a brush. i beseech you to pray hard, as it would be a stone ground shame to be incarcerated on Easter. i will update as time allows...which may be frequent, as i am not allowed to do anything. i will update on this same page, so as to create a cohesive and step-by-step account for my attorney. i believe the pictures will tell the story, and feel that i would not be convicted by a jury of my true peers. peace be with you...it should be somewhere.
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some quick background...my husband and i discovered early on in our marriage that we cannot, under any circumstance, work on a project together, we each have our views on why that is so. i will tell you mine, since this is my forum. and because i am right. he is a man. a man with undiagnosed A.D.D. (undiagnosed, except by me). he is unable to stay on task. i am glad he isn't a fireman, because in the midst of a blazing Signal 99, he would see that there was a spot of grease on the Big Red Truck, and have to go clean it. there may be a touch of OCD also, because before we could begin our Plan today, the dishes had to be done downstairs, and the laundry started. just as we approached Commencement Of The Project, he decided to change out the light socket thingie that you plug things into. we are now into hour 2 of "is it on?" as i run the stairs into the garage & hit the breaker. such trust. diva is outside on this glorious day, but only wants to be where i am, so she sees me running the stairs, hears the garage door open and starts wailing. each time. every time. i have made a list of project steps, as told to me by the Project Manager, then broken each step down into bite-sized pieces, hoping that will do the trick. somewhat. i am the Project Bitch...grab this, hand me that. however, i spackled. i admit i am a good spackle wacker. oh oh - i hear cursing and a power tool. **added note: to be fair, I am a great Organizer Of Things, only because i have learned to corral my A.D.D. energies within a list. by that i mean, i look at a project (be it getting ready in the morning, or taking over Canada) and become so overwhelmed, it could cripple me & send me running in the other direction. so i break it down into it's smaller bits. and a small bit is easier to deal with. rather than some gi-normous EVENT, it is just a series of tiny things. my lists are long & detailed. i recognize that husband still sees the whole EVENT as One Big Swirling Vortex and doesn't know when/where to jump start in...like double dutch jumprope. so he walks in circles getting all freaked out as the swirling tornado threatens to consume him while people stare at him expecting him to lead them to safety. this is where beer helps him...he has something to blame it on. we did this project without the assistance of beer, (i don't drink anyway. he does), which in itself is amazing. i think the condition of youngblood's life has made him see the light. but back to the point. i have to talk him down, make him breathe, and show him an abbreviated list. like - get in car, drive to border, take over canada. easy peasy ... 3 steps. so yesterday's list was prep bathroom, paint, install light fixture. within the list, there may be a billion steps, but this helps calm him. then comes the fight against the OCD. he can spend countless hours removing one tiny piece of something from the wall. (see photo above) (nice headlamp, eh?) i say "we'll hang a picture over it." we shall have many many pictures in this bathroom. ok - back to our story.
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1:45 ...nope - no paint yet.
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4:16 ... ceiling done. and word to the wise - never not ever should you use sand paint. do not. it is heavy. and after whining that all i've gotten to do is shpacle, i was given the joy of rolling. i hate edging, so it seemed like a treat. that baby is heavy when loaded with sand paint. heavy. and you get one roll per load. just one.
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well, as you'll see by the pictures i plan to post, it's done...and mighty darker than what it was supposed to be. but we're still getting the light fixtures back in, so i'm hopeful it will brighten up and be more spa-like than cave-like. it was early when i went to get the paint...i may have pointed to the wrong stripe on the paint chip. but i will love the hell out of it anyway. because it is done. i also sneaked in a little chandelier. i have been just dying for a blingy twinkly chandelier for a year now. so i grabbed one at the home store this morning, along with a look that said Do Not Test Me On This One. now, no blood has been shed, which is amazing. our 1st project together with no threats and recriminations. i do believe we have worn each other out in the past 8 years!. more to come....
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it is mostly finished...still need towel racks and shower curtain installation, and you can see by the pictures, we still have a Very Brady Harvest Gold tub & toilet that came with the house. those projects must wait for another day. in the far far future. a future without tuition and taxes to pay. and we want to savor the moment of having completed this project with no unkind words or bloodshed. and besides, husband remembered he has to go out of town tomorrow. and i have the day off! if only i had some copper sheet to work on some jewelry, but that's scheduled for later in the week. not that i can use my hands...my entire body is limp & swollen from holding a paint roller and running the stairs. and today, there is an insistence upon painting the hallway up the stairs (ceiling and all). God help us.
some quick background...my husband and i discovered early on in our marriage that we cannot, under any circumstance, work on a project together, we each have our views on why that is so. i will tell you mine, since this is my forum. and because i am right. he is a man. a man with undiagnosed A.D.D. (undiagnosed, except by me). he is unable to stay on task. i am glad he isn't a fireman, because in the midst of a blazing Signal 99, he would see that there was a spot of grease on the Big Red Truck, and have to go clean it. there may be a touch of OCD also, because before we could begin our Plan today, the dishes had to be done downstairs, and the laundry started. just as we approached Commencement Of The Project, he decided to change out the light socket thingie that you plug things into. we are now into hour 2 of "is it on?" as i run the stairs into the garage & hit the breaker. such trust. diva is outside on this glorious day, but only wants to be where i am, so she sees me running the stairs, hears the garage door open and starts wailing. each time. every time. i have made a list of project steps, as told to me by the Project Manager, then broken each step down into bite-sized pieces, hoping that will do the trick. somewhat. i am the Project Bitch...grab this, hand me that. however, i spackled. i admit i am a good spackle wacker. oh oh - i hear cursing and a power tool. **added note: to be fair, I am a great Organizer Of Things, only because i have learned to corral my A.D.D. energies within a list. by that i mean, i look at a project (be it getting ready in the morning, or taking over Canada) and become so overwhelmed, it could cripple me & send me running in the other direction. so i break it down into it's smaller bits. and a small bit is easier to deal with. rather than some gi-normous EVENT, it is just a series of tiny things. my lists are long & detailed. i recognize that husband still sees the whole EVENT as One Big Swirling Vortex and doesn't know when/where to jump start in...like double dutch jumprope. so he walks in circles getting all freaked out as the swirling tornado threatens to consume him while people stare at him expecting him to lead them to safety. this is where beer helps him...he has something to blame it on. we did this project without the assistance of beer, (i don't drink anyway. he does), which in itself is amazing. i think the condition of youngblood's life has made him see the light. but back to the point. i have to talk him down, make him breathe, and show him an abbreviated list. like - get in car, drive to border, take over canada. easy peasy ... 3 steps. so yesterday's list was prep bathroom, paint, install light fixture. within the list, there may be a billion steps, but this helps calm him. then comes the fight against the OCD. he can spend countless hours removing one tiny piece of something from the wall. (see photo above) (nice headlamp, eh?) i say "we'll hang a picture over it." we shall have many many pictures in this bathroom. ok - back to our story.
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1:45 ...nope - no paint yet.
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4:16 ... ceiling done. and word to the wise - never not ever should you use sand paint. do not. it is heavy. and after whining that all i've gotten to do is shpacle, i was given the joy of rolling. i hate edging, so it seemed like a treat. that baby is heavy when loaded with sand paint. heavy. and you get one roll per load. just one.
**************************************************************************
well, as you'll see by the pictures i plan to post, it's done...and mighty darker than what it was supposed to be. but we're still getting the light fixtures back in, so i'm hopeful it will brighten up and be more spa-like than cave-like. it was early when i went to get the paint...i may have pointed to the wrong stripe on the paint chip. but i will love the hell out of it anyway. because it is done. i also sneaked in a little chandelier. i have been just dying for a blingy twinkly chandelier for a year now. so i grabbed one at the home store this morning, along with a look that said Do Not Test Me On This One. now, no blood has been shed, which is amazing. our 1st project together with no threats and recriminations. i do believe we have worn each other out in the past 8 years!. more to come....
********************************************************************
it is mostly finished...still need towel racks and shower curtain installation, and you can see by the pictures, we still have a Very Brady Harvest Gold tub & toilet that came with the house. those projects must wait for another day. in the far far future. a future without tuition and taxes to pay. and we want to savor the moment of having completed this project with no unkind words or bloodshed. and besides, husband remembered he has to go out of town tomorrow. and i have the day off! if only i had some copper sheet to work on some jewelry, but that's scheduled for later in the week. not that i can use my hands...my entire body is limp & swollen from holding a paint roller and running the stairs. and today, there is an insistence upon painting the hallway up the stairs (ceiling and all). God help us.
3 comments:
My twisted mind finds this very entertaining. Heeee! qotu
YOU know! L.
His smiling is a good sign!!
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