Friday, June 17, 2011

I was born to love her and I will never be free. She'll always be a part of me.

First off, let me say HAPPY BIRTHDAY to one of my best friends...probably my BEST friend, actually, on the planet, TESSA! Happy 32nd Birthday, love of my life. I hope that this next year finds you happier, healthier, and just showered in oodles of awesomeness. While I don't think I can make it to your shin-dig due to yesterday's hospital events, I will be there in spirit listening to you sing 99 Red Balloons...I ONLY like it when you sing it. Happy Birthday, Onionhead!

Still not happy with the layout. Irked more and more every day.

All my temporary posts have been removed as I believe my message has been received. What I hate about social networking and technology (I'll be honest, there isn't a lot) is that perception of tone and miscommunication are so easy. It was suggested that I do something via interwebs, I encouraged someone to get involved in the situation via text, and the next thing you know, everything is all effed up and lost in translation. How the Hell did you get THAT out of what I said?? I never said anything LIKE that! It ends up being a circus and I have enough clowns in my life.

And drama! Including me and my spawn which you can read about HERE!!

And if you don't feel like reading about my Emergency Room fiasco, just know that both Spencer and I are aces but we'll know even more about a doctor's appointment on Monday. I want to thank all my pals out there for their well-wishes and concerns. You're all cool in my book. And my book is illustrated for those of you who get bored easily.

New carpet came today bringing our formal living room/dining room remodeling project closer to completion. In fact, the room should be done by Sunday! Hooray! Having all these partially finished home projects is weighing heavily on my brain...especially now that my activity has been restricted a little bit more. It will be nice to walk in the door and not see pure havoc. And even though it's the room we use the LEAST in the house, it's probably the room that has the most of our quirky personalities in it. Beats the pants of the beige boredom it used to be. One thing we are not...is beige.

When THEY still lived here. Woof.

Before the destruction began.

During the destruction.

Yep, that's black-n-gray checkered carpet right there!

Formal living room...the first room you see as you enter Castle Grayskull.

Dining room that maybe we'll actually use now!

Next on the never-ending agenda or making a house a home? Finishing our patio/pool projects, putting the basement/man cave back together after the great flooding (thank you again, home owners insurance), putting finishing touches on the Spencer Dome...and whenever there's time (the other projects are priorities), painting the living room and re-doing our downstairs bathroom TIKI STYLE! Somewhere in that list I'd like to fit in some swimming and, oh yeah, giving birth.

That would be SWELL!

6 comments:

K.D. said...

I was told that I wrote a certain little someone is never allowed in my house again and that I was mad at him. I was told that I was talking shit about a little kid.

I wrote one sentence to you out concern for his well-being. That doesn't make me crazy/a shit talker/mad at a little kid/or mean he's not allowed in my house again. I don't want anything to happen to him.

I apologize if I overstepped my boundaries but that was not my intent.

Sharky Marie P.G. said...

He shouldn't be answering your door, period. He needs to think. So I told his dad who rationalized that that was your kid's dad. I said, "But he's not allowed to be there". That's where everything went down hill because he thought I meant HIS KID. It was miscommunication via text. So then he tells his kid's mom and she it all went down hill from there. I told him to clear up the misunderstanding and he talked to the kid about the door thing...because you're right. He could've let an axe murderer inside.

Sharky Marie P.G. said...

And for the record, please remember that I'm not one to purposefully stir up trouble. I gave the facts and they got twisted. Not sure how the mom got involved but I'm sure she doesn't want to lose a babysitter. I guess next time, go straight to her...I try to stay as far away from the 10 years of drama they made as possible.

K.D. said...

I just laughed out loud at your last comment. I didn't really think you were that type at all which is why I said something to you...but I was blindsighted the other day when my phone was blowing up with all these accusations of things I didn't say. I've never been involved enough w/her to have a confrontation but from what I'm now hearing is that she doesn't always get it and twists things.

I didn't go straight to her because...well...I'm treading lightly...but I don't understand her parenting style...if there is one?...and I know Dad's is quite opposite of hers.

I know he stays home alone at times and I don't want anything happening to him...or any kid for that matter.

Thanks for understanding and responding.

Eerielilkittiee said...

Thank you for my love and mention in the blog. It made my heart happy. I love you to the moon and back. The moon.

Estelle said...

WOW your living room is gorgeous, I'm very curious to see it all finished up.