This is going to be a fun (not really) couple of days ahead for me... I will be packing my apartment and moving. Usually moving is okay. I hate packing and unpacking, but the excitement of being in a new home is kinda fun. I don't even have a home this time though. I'm moving back in with mom and dad until the house I'm going to live in is finished. So far we (I) have painted the living room, kitchen and dining area, one bedroom, and I've started the foyer and hall. Madelyn has helped and my cousin Rebecca came down one day and helped too. My dad has done so much work! We ripped up all the carpet, and let me tell you it was NASTY! Under that nasty carpet were several rotten floor boards. He has replaced many of the them. He had to take both toilets out to replace the floor boards there. So now, I don't have a pot to pee in... LITERALLY! I should be getting floor covering Monday--carpet in the two bedrooms and linoleum in the bathrooms. I'll have to post the before pics soon--the house was a MESS! It's getting better little by little, much slower than I had hoped, but hopefully it will be worth all the wait in a month or two.
When I haven't been working on the house, or working at work, I have been doing some more painting... Here are some of the latest.
This pic isn't that great... It looks SO much better in person.
This one really isn't crooked... It's just the angle at which the picture was taken.
I was making a canvas for Mary Morgan (Amy's bundle of love, arriving in 3-4 weeks)... I just didn't like this one, so I might try to sell it on ebay or something.
This pic isn't so great, but the acutual painting turned out better.
So now I am in McComb, packing my apartment (and writing blogs). I never cease to amaze myself with all the "stuff" I have. I am not sure how some made it through the last move. I have found things that were of no significance at all. Why on earth have I kept them for so long? And furthermore, why did I make the effort to move them last year when I moved here? I mean, really, how many bottles of scented lotion and body splash (that I don't even use) does one person need? And why do I still have notebooks from college? I haven't looked at the things in at least four years. What makes me think I'll one day get the urge to revisit Dr. Browning's lecture on Piaget's Developmental Stages? I can be such a pack rat... And don't even let me get started on my closet. I have clothes I haven't worn in years, but every year I think, "I'm gonna wear this sometime this year." I have got to minimize my wardrobe, and by minimize I don't mean wear skimpier or smaller clothes. I don't have room for clutter in my life and that includes my closet. In all of my clutter though, I must admit, I find some good "stuff." I found my notebook of essays from comp I. Rereading some of them is HILARIOUS. And some of them are really good. I might just have to post one (since my four readers have complained of my lack of blogging). I'll get all caught up this weekend. One (that will never get posted, or even described in detail to anyone) was actually about me and the guy I had been dating. WHAT WAS I THINKING? I'm embarassed for me back then. Who writes a paper to turn in for a grade about a relationship that lasted a month? It was really pathetic and I see how much I have changed. But other ones make realize I'm still the me I've always been. Hopefully, the changes have been for the better... Anyway, I said all that to get to this point... I hope I keep this blog up for a while. Ten years from now I'll probably read this archive and laugh... or wonder what that essay was or who I was dating. I never faithfully kept a journal, but I surely have gotten a kick out of the random entries I did write (I think I actully shredded most of them after laughing). We forget so much and take so many little things for granted. I hope this helps me keep up with what was going on and who was doing what. And maybe now that I'm getting back in a routine with school quickly approaching, I'll make more time for keeping up with my blogging!
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Do not forget to entertain strangers, for by so doing some people have entertained angels without knowing it.
Hebrews 13:2