HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

I don’t know what was wrong with me yesterday, but I had this intense overwhelming feeling of doom and gloom. All day. It just felt like something bad was going to happen all damn day. So I just stayed at my desk and worked on a spreadsheet and locating graphics.

My new shoes arrived and I discovered two things. (1) The hot pink ones were a half size too big (even though they were my normal size) and (2) the flats I thought were black…were really brown.

Off with their heads!

So I sent them back. I ordered the hot pink ones in a 7 and am going to have to look for the flats in black. I’m wishing Zappos had the Enzo’s Liberty I really want in my size. I may have to find them elsewhere.

And since I was in a conference call with a salesman, I ended up dashing out the door and leaving behind my cork sandals. I hope they’re still there when I get back to the office tomorrow. Idiot I am.

Some other weird things happened that are inexplicable so I’m just going to chalk it all up to the fact that today is Halloween (Happy All Soul’s Day!) and call it done.

Picked up the baby boy last night and boy was he ever hyper! He also peed all over my brand new rug in the bathroom. I was so mad! It was because he got to playing and goofing around and he “wasn’t quick enough” he said. I was highly agitated I had to clean up pee off the floor and especially off my new rug!

Ah well. Such is life with a kiddo.

Email and Internet was acting quite strange last night. The mail server seemed to be up and down all evening. Mercury Retrograde? Possibly. And the bandwidth was AWFUL. Annoying.

Tonight we’re going Trick or Treating and I’m guessing that since I’m taking the kiddo out, I won’t be able to hand out candy. Which sucks. I love handing out candy. But I guess I can’t have it both ways, eh? I guess I’ll live. And if I’m stuck with all that candy, I’ll torture folks at the office with it.

And yes, I am totally obsessed with shoes. I was told at the office today that there needs to be an intervention and that I have a “problem” with shoes. Yes, I know this already. That’s certainly not news. But the nice thing is – I can get them and not feel guilty about spending money on them because (a) I pay the bills and (b) I report to no one but myself.

Boyfriend called me Carrie the other day. I was so flattered.

I guess that’s it for me. I need to get to work. Have a safe and happy Halloween, all!

Oh, and… I got a raise.

My computer seems to be cranky lately. The mouse is cantankerous. I thought it needed new batteries but, alas, it still doesn’t want to click on anything! And this internet connection is slower than molasses.

Ah well.

Hey I’m blogging over at ShoeIQ about my serious obsession. Check it out.

I can’t believe how fast the weekend went. Sheesh. And I worked my ass off too.

Saturday I shopped and shopped and shopped some more. I got some things I needed for the house – like a new toilet. Yeah, that’s kinda necessary. I’m so happy I’m going to have it installed on Thursday! Along with the cleaning of the dryer vent. Plus I got some other miscellaneous stuff for the casa.

Saturday found me having a fit with the stupid towel bar I was trying to install. I finally got the thing done, though, only to realize I had installed the brackets upside down. Oh yeah, I was thrilled to learn I had to take them off, turn them over, and put them back on the wall again. Yeah, Boyfriend got a big kick out of that one (and I can hear you laughing over there).

I gave up and finished the task Sunday. Got the new hand towel ring installed and the new toilet paper holder done. Painted the cabinet. Replaced the door pulls. And tada! All new bathroom. Sort of.

For my bathroom, I bought the COOLEST shower curtain – it has shoes on it! And the shower curtain rings have shoes on them too. And it’s pink! And GIRLIE! I love it. Love it! Naturally, I had to have accessories so I got a nifty little power box and a matching rug. It’s divine. Then I had to have new towels, so went to Target and ended up getting some Christmas toys for the baby and found a really cool little bookshelf for his room. Got it. Put it together.

So you could say I dropped a small fortune this weekend. But it’s only money right? I pay the bills and no one cares. Except me. And I’m NOT looking forward to seeing that Visa bil.

Why do I suddenly feel like Becky Bloomwood from Confessions of a Shopaholic?

Got to see Boyfriend Sunday evening before he departed for vacation to the gulf coast for the week.

And the kiddo will be spending a couple of days with me this week since his dad is out of town. I’m really looking foward to having him with me. Plus we get to go trick or treating together in my new neighborhood. Should be lots of fun! I hope I at least get to hand out this candy I bought. Otherwise, it’s going to the office so I can fatten them up. Instead of fattening me up. HA

Okay time for work. And :coffee:

…and the sun woke me up this morning streaming through my bedroom window when all I really wanted to do was sleep in. Ah well. I needed to drag my ass up anyway, I suppose.

My RWA chapter has a new website! And it’s beautiful! Check it out: Yellow Rose Romance Writers.

And I’m very excited to report that my very own website will be getting a facelift soon. So stay tuned for that.

In other news… NICE GIRLS DO is on submission at Samhain. WOOO!

So I’m sitting here with my first cup of coffee and a piece of toast with grape jelly and I cannot – absolutely cannot – get this new story out of my head. And this is one I hadn’t planned on writing. I keep seeing a man shackled to a wall in a dungeon who is a prisoner of war. However, this isn’t a contemporary story; this is a story set in another world. What is up with that? My plan was after Nice Girls was finished, to work on Take Me I’m Yours so I can get on to another story I had plotted. How come it never works out that way? My muse is certainly fickle. I guess sometimes you just need to follow that muse, yes?

Tonight Best Good Friend is having a Halloween party for her daughter and her friends. I’m going to head that way and hang with them. One of the party games is a campfire story where they take a beginning, then sit in the circle and finish the spooky story. Each girl takes a turn. I wrote the beginning for them. I was SUPPOSED to write it for the invitation and everyone was supposed to finish the story and then vote on for the best one. But, naturally, I was moving and my life was chaos when she sent the invitations and she was too nice to remind me. So, I suggested she do a campfire type storytelling. Anyway, totally rambling. Here’s the beginning:

The cemetery was silent as the grave. Moonlight from the full moon flooded the grave stones in a blue-white veil and – strangely – a mist hovered over the dampened ground. Somewhere in the distance, one lone cricket chirped and then stopped abruptly. As if the spookiness of the graveyard had gotten to it too.

I stood under a willow tree, looking through the branches and waiting, my heart throbbing painfully in my chest and my pulse racing at top speed. The grave markers cast long wavering shadows and every now and then I’d swear I could heard the rustle of some unknown creature in the dark.

The pirate costume I wore didn’t exactly protect me from the cold north breeze and I shivered and wondered why in the world I had decided to take the dare…

So I’m throwing out the challenge to all my writer friends. Finish the story! Go ahead – scare me. I dare you. No deadline. And I’ll post them on my blog when you send them. This isn’t a contest; it’s just an exercise to flex your writing muscles. Oh yeah, and try to scare me.

And don’t forget about Paperback Writer’s e-book challange! Deadline is this Tuesday!

I couldn’t face cooking last night so I ended up at McDonald’s with the kiddo. I had the Ranch BLT grilled chicken sandwich and I have to say it was pretty darn good.

Afterwards, we played Trouble. It was so much fun. And then we watched cartoons.

Been trying to hook up with My Guy but it’s been a horrible week for that. And next week he’ll be gone all week. :hissyfit:

Got the edits done on Nice Girls Do and am pitching to my editor at Samhain. We’ll see how that goes. Keeping fingers crossed.

Got the invitations out for my housewarming party! YAY!

Talked to a handy man that is going to come and clean out my dryer vent. Hope he doesn’t charge an arm and a leg but he sounds like a super nice guy and he was referred by Realtor Extraordinaire so he can’t be all that bad. Can he?

Getting foundation repaired on the 2nd. YES!

And now all I need is a new toilet tank! Oh and I’ve decided I want the light fixture in the office switched with the fan/light in the baby’s room because (a) he has the bunk beds now and he likes to mess with the fan when he’s on the top bunk and (b) I really need a fan in the office.

Okay I was talking with my coworker the other day and she was telling me about her recent bad date – and a string of them in the past – and it gave me an idea for a book.

I want all your bad dates! Or even your most humorous dates. Email me your story because this is research for my future romantic comedy THE BAD DATE SYNDROME.

In the meantime, I’m editing Nice Girls Do and working on Take Me I’m Yours. It’s a slow process. Mostly because I’m not sure what my plot for TMIY is yet. So far I have a fake engagement and that’s SOOOOO cliché so I really need something more. It’s time to play the What-If game. You know that game? Most writers play it. What if she does this? What if she’s that? What if he does this and then that? What if they break up? What if they don’t get together? What if What if What if?

Anyhoo… very happy I’ve wrapped up NGD. Anyone wanna give me a plot for Take Me I’m Yours?

:hehe:

Apparently, I really DO have a one track mind! And it’s about shoes and not sex. Hm.

Anyway – blogging over at the Chicas today!

LOST was fantastic last night but not much time to blog today… so… ya’ll will have to miss me till tomorrow

You know… there are just some people in this world that know exactly what buttons to push and how to get ya all agitated and annoyed. Which ticks me off that I let it get to me in the first place. So ya know what? That’s it. I’m done. I’M CLEAR!

Oh… and the shoe debacle. The mystery was solved. Um… yeah, UPS, your dumbass driver DID deliver the package to the wrong address. There was no MIGHT about it. Turns out, he delivered it to 500 W. 3rd Street which is like… way wrong. And turns out to be the Fort Worth Library. When I told Best Good Friend where it ended up, her response was, “Those virgins don’t want YOUR shoes.”

:hehe:

Highly likely. Anyway, I happened to be telling the ladies at the office where UPS finally delivered it and one lady mentioned she thought it was the library. Turns out she was right and since she was headed there anyway for her lunch, she asked them. The searched for it and FOUND them.

How come three women in an office can find the package but UPS can’t?

Scumbags.

Anyway, she brought them back to me and I told her she was my hero! I showed them off (pictured above) and I have to say … they are truly stunning shoes. With lots of bling. I think I’ll save them for New Year’s (provided I have a date, of course). And I’ll need the perfect outfit to go with them. So, ya know… I’ll have to get some shopping done for the perfect outfit. haha

ANYWAY… enough of shoes. (Yes, it is a sickness. Yes, I do need therapy. Hi. My name is Michelle and I’m a shoe-a-holic.)

This weekend I hung some pictures of the baby in the hallway. I also found his ultrasound that shoes a perfect profile of him. My mom had printed it large, put it in a frame and called it “Baby’s First Picture”. So I hung it up in the baby’s room.

“Mom,” he says, “what’s that?”

So I tell him – it’s him when he was in my tummy. He looks at it for a minute then he says, “Mom, will you take it down? It’s freaking me out.”

:hehe:

It’s now on the desk in my office.

And I’ve started the final book in the Coffee House Chronicles. TAKE MY I’M YOURS is officially underway! YES!

And please don’t forget that book 1 of Ransom & Fortune, A BEND IN TIME, will be available for purchase November 28. The time is coming! Bookmarks are currently underway. Want one? If so, email me with your snail mail address and I’ll send ya one.

I had this really great, witty entry for today when the server suddenly decided to crap out. I lost it all. SO I will try my best to recreate my hilarity.

Anyway…

Apparently I’m jinxed when it comes to packages lately. I can’t seem to get any delivered to me correctly and the first time around. I had ordered from Amazon Gerard Butler’s new movie Beowulf & Grendel (which, by the way, is quite violent but Gerry is SOOOOO cute in it and I totally dig is lovely Scottish accent…). I tracked the package through Amazon as it was sent USPS but I never got it. Amazon was nice enough to ship me another copy to the office free of charge.

Then my dear sweet friend sent me a housewarming gift. Never got it. Ticked off. Hopefully they will be able to ship it again and to my office address.

All this means one of two things to me: (1) The post office can’t seem to deliver my packages to me or (2) some scumbag is stealing my packages off my front porch.

I’m leaning toward the latter.

So recently I was shopping at Zappos.Com because they were having a great sale. I found these terrific $175 pair of shoes on sale for $40 and ordered them. BUT since I knew of my troubles at the house, I had it sent to the office. Turns out the UPS driver delivered it to the wrong office yesterday afternoon. And do you think I got it anyway? No. I’m sure whoever has the box knows what’s in it because it has “Zappos.Com World’s Largest Online Shoe Store” all over it. I’m sure they’re keeping it and if they happen to wear my size, I will more than likely never see that pair of shoes.

I called Zappos to tell them what happened and they seem to think it’s in the office somewhere. I insisted they call UPS and have it tracked. UPS called me finally last night and the lady said, “The driver might have delivered it to the wrong place.”

Oh, ya think? No shit! I knew that the second I looked at the delivery signature. The driver has been told he has to go back to where he delivered it and bring it to me, though I doubt very seriously I will get them. Damn it.

Such is life, I suppose. No more ordering for me. At least for a while.

In other news… :dallasstars: The Stars won! They are 8-1-0 which is a franchise record for the best start ever. YAY Stars! I heart the Stars. And the Cowboys lost last night..heh heh heh… I only mention it because, personally, I think football is a dumb sport and football players are some of the wimpiest athletes around. I mean, they play – what – 16 games a year? Look at hocky players. When it’s playoff time, they play with broken wrists, bad backs, sore feet. They are some of the toughest sports figures around. And most of them are hot.

:hehe:

Oh… and… I wrote last night. I finished NICE GIRLS DO. It’s done! FINISHED! WOOHOO! Now on to the edits so I can get it to Samhain. Next up: TAKE ME I’M YOURS. How long do you think it’ll take me to finish that one?

Today’s my day over at ShoeIQ so please run right over a check it out. Even leave a comment if you wish.

You know what’s really cool? A lady complimented my shoes in the elevator this morning. It totally rocked. That’s what makes it ALL worth it. Aren’t I ridiculous?

I can’t believe it’s Monday already. I mean, where did the weekend go? I want another day, dang it.

Picked up Sweetie Boy on Friday and when he saw the new bunk beds he proclaimed they were in fact “awesome”. I’m so happy they (a) fit in his room and (b) he loves them. We then headed to Wal Mart where I spent way too much money but I got the kiddo new bedding for both bunks. I also got some new picture frames and hung pictures of the baby in the hallway this weekend. Then I did some touching up of the sloppy paint job in the kitchen and got things fixed up. It looks good. Of course, where I taped off the ceiling and painted over the edging, it dripped and now I have to touch up my touch ups!

And I’ve officially had a blonde moment this weekend as well. A couple of weeks ago I had bought this new bathroom towel bar set. It’s the kind that has a little cover so you can’t see the screws in the wall. In the instructions, it says to unscrew the base from the bar and the screw was the TEENSIEST allen wrench I’ve ever seen in my life. So, I’m thinking I need to get one to get this thing done. I search all over the place for one and come up empty handed. Yesterday, as I was poking around in the box, it occurred to me to look at the hardware provided. And wouldn’t you know it? There was one INCLUDED in the set. *sigh* I felt like a total dim wit. But hey at least I got the new towel holders installed! There’s one for the hand towel, a 24 inch one for the bath towels, and a new toilet paper holder. I even painted the cabinet where the toilet paper holder is since, when I removed the old one, it was quite ugly and needed a good coat of paint.

I think I’m going to have to make a list of everything I need/want to do with the house. Normally, this would be called a honey-do list, but since I have no honey (at least a live-in one), I suppose I’ll have to call it something else.

Anyway… I love playing with me new house.

And do you think I’ve written one word? Not only no, but HELL no. Not.one.single.word. I even opened up my WIP this weekend and looked at it and thought about finishing it. But did I? No. Because the second I sat down at the computer, I had a little boy in there asking to go to toontown.com to play “amazing games”. As it turns out, the amazing games via Disney.com are on a trial basis, you have to download their software, and if you want to continue after the trial, you have to pay for it.

What a racket! I told him no and he played at MMS.com instead.

And I cooked dinner instead. And I didn’t even burn down the house! The meal was decent even. I’m starting to hone those culinary skills once again.

All right… time to get to work. I need more :coffee:

I made it to the end of the week! It seems like such a long haul too. It started off kinda sucky but ended up pretty good.

I’m pretty sure that someone has been stealing packages off my front porch. Which highly ticks me off. As I pulled out of the driveway this morning, I looked at the front of the house and wondered what sort of bushes I could plant that would conceal the front door.

And yesterday I got Ms. Carlisle’s O Magazine. I flipped through the thick tome and wondered just what was so great about it. I’ve never ever picked up an O Magazine. EVER. Don’t think I ever will again. Not that it was bad – there was just a lot of stuff in there I would never read.

Had the baby boy last night. He’s exceptionally cute and funny. Oh and I’m getting his bunk bed today! My Guy had one he was getting rid of so he’s bringing it to me and putting it together and everything. Now that’s service. Now all I need for myself is a dresser and a decent chest of drawers. Ikea here I come! That is, if I can figure out a way to get it home…

Not much to blog about today other than I’m happy it’s Friday. And I had a Chick-Fil-A chicken biscuit for breakfast. YUM

Yo! I’m blogging over at the Chicas so run right over there and check it out. This week’s entry is about Female Obsessions Syndrome.

LOST was one of the best episodes yet! It proved yet again that Locke and Ecko are two of the most interesting characters. And two of my favorite. Charlie was totally getting on my nerves but I suppose I can see why. He has his reasons I suppose. And I completely disagree that this season is not as good as the previous two. I think the episodes have been profound and thought-provoking.

Today was the first morning it actually felt like October outside. Woke up to temps in the mid 50s. And since I got my new boots the other day (and the high is supposed to be about 63), I decided to wear them. Along with my new winter white sweater. Yeah, it’s still not very cold for sweaters yet, but I *had* to wear it.

I had a relaxing evening last night. Stayed home and got the invitations done for the housewarming party. Watched LOST and my phone rang from the time it came on to the time it ended! Mostly it was telemarketers which are completely annoying. I swear the second I moved into that house I got calls from folks wanting to sell me an alarm system, water service, lawn service. You name it, they called. I just don’t answer my phone anymore unless it’s someone I know.

In writing news – I have a tentative release date for the second Ransom & Fortune book, A Break In Time. It looks like it’ll be early spring. I’ve got my blurb done and my art request done. So there has been writing progress. This weekend, after I finish touching up the kitchen boo-boos, I’m going to work on making the bookmarks for the A Bend In Time.

Really wanted to write last night but left the :censored: thumb drive at the office. Figures!

Time to get to work. Happy Thursday!

:coffee:

Yesterday was a much better day. Especially because it ended on a beer note with a good friend.

I also got these boots! Yay! My friend calls them “hooker boots”. But my Best Good Friend tells me that hooker boots go over the knee and are thigh-high. I have some of those too so I guess I officially have hooker boots.

These are Steve Madden and they are surprisingly comfortable. I can’t wait to wear them out! My Guy is trying to get tickets to the hockey game on Friday and if so I will be wearing them.

I’m having issues with my mail. Not big issues, really, but I swear I don’t think the previous occupant of the house (it was a rent house before) even bothered to do a forwarding address with the post office. The reason I think that now is because I got Ms. Carlisle’s Cosmopolitan magazine. Oh and I’m getting her Lane Bryant catalogs too. Apparently, she read Cosmo and she shopped at Lane Bryant.

Anyway… so I figured since I have a free copy of the November issue of Cosmo, I’d read it. I haven’t read one since I was about 25. Maybe younger. There’s a new section alled Cosmo Men and lots of articles about men. One was “How A Man Falls In Love”. Okay. I’ll read that. Sounds interesting. There are four phases for a man falling in love. Maybe I can learn something.

Uh huh. Right.

Phase 1. He sees you. He wants you.
Like, is this new information? No. Of course he wants you. Duh. That’s why he’s asking you out. It says guys daydream about the girl to the point of forgetting whatever they usually obsess about. Sorry. I don’t believe that for a second.

Phase 2. He trys to win you over.
Hey I love getting flowers and chocolates and a phone call because he was thinking of me and wanted to say hi. But I found this to be a little disturbing:

“From the moment I meet a girl I’m into, I start filing away tidbits of things she likes so I can reference them again later. If she’s into music, I’ll scour concert listings. I’ll read her favorite books. I’ll even mine Friendster for topics to bring up. It gets to where trying to find something she’ll like becomes an obsession in itself.”

Dude! Yer a stalker!

At that point, I stopped reading, threw the magazine down in disgust and went to sleep.

So I decided to come up with my own four phases.

Phase 1. He picks you and asks for your phone number.
Phase 2. He asks you on a date.
Phase 3. He sleeps with you.
Phase 4. He asks you to marry him.

Okay I’m just goofing around. Anyway, who needs a magazine to tell you of he’s into you? If you pay close enough attention, pretty sure you can figure it out.

Guess it’s time to get to work. And I’m starving. I really want bacon and eggs but all I have is these crummy breakfast bars. I have Darth Vader voice this morning since I drank beer last night. Well, that and the fact I talked myself hoarse. I’m thinking I talk too much sometimes…

Sometimes you have one of those days where you feel defeated. Monday was one such day. A very trying day. One of those days where you just want to crawl into bed and hide under the covers and pretend the outside world doesn’t exist. And somehow you dig deep down and find the strength to persevere and muscle through and just make it to the end of the day.

But damn it sucks.

By the end of the day I just felt beat down. I was glad to get home and change and do a whole lotta nothing.

I have to say when I got home, too, my mailbox was crammed full of mail. Apparently, the previous occupants didn’t bother to forward their mail, so I’m getting TONS of mail for several different people. (Either they didn’t forward it or the forward expired – who knows.) Anyway, I’m getting bank statements, bills, and all sorts of things. Out of about 8 pieces of mail there were only three I was truly interested in.

One was a royalty check for TALK DIRTY TO ME. I sold 40 copies in September. YES!

And of course, the publication date for A BEND IN TIME is approaching. I just rewrote the book blurb for that because it needed new life with the novelized version. So here it is:

When hitman Dane Fortune was hired to kill the beautiful and sassy Skye Ransom, he never counted on her leading him on a game of cat and mouse through time…or that he’d just as soon kiss her as kill her.

When Skye Ransom finds her parents murdered, she learns a hit man is responsible and she’s his next target. While trying to outrun her would-be murderer, she inadvertently transports herself back in time. Her biggest problem? Sexy Dane Fortune follows her to carry out his hit…or has he?
 
It’s time to get your adventure on.

I so love this. It really fits the tone of the book.

I’ve been lamenting the fact I haven’t been writing lately and most of that is due to my lack of commitment. Some of it is due to illness, scheduled, yadda yadda. Yeah, I really have no good excuse. But I feel like I’m about to get back on track. I’m one of those writers that spits out text in large chunks over a period of a few days and then stops writing. I’ve learned it’s just how I operate as a writer. I’ve also learned that I can’t beat myself up about it. Every writer has their own way that works for them. THIS is what works for me.

Anyway, yesterday, I pulled out something that I forgot I had written. It was the beginning of book 3 of Ransom & Fortune. And I was immediately riveted to the page and pulled into the story. I love those characters so much that writing them has become almost effortless. I don’t have to stop and think, “Would Dane really say that?” I know he would.

So reading it makes me long for writing their story again.

But I’m not going to let myself do that. I have to finish NICE GIRLS DO first! And then I want to get onto TAKE ME I’M YOURS.

So much to write, so little time.

But I’ll get there. Eventually. Probably in a large spurt.

Hey I’m blogging over at ShoeIQ so please go check it out. This week’s entry is all about a yummy shoe. Literally!

Well the kitchen actually came out okay. A couple of coats and one $15 paint brush later, it looks much better. Still kinda sloppy but at least the walls don’t look splotchy. At first I really hated the color but now it’s starting to grow on me. There are some places I need to touch up still but that’s a project for next weekend I think.

Okay now I simply must vent. I work in an office where several of us share a printer. It’s common courtesy to refill the printer when the drawer is empty. At least – that’s what I thought. But apprently, it’s beneath some people to do this. And it annoys me. BIG TIME. I mean, how hard is it to put a freaking ream of paper in the printer for God’s sake?

It seems there are only two of us who fill it up on a regular basis. And the person who runs it out of paper every single day cannot be bothered to put paper in it.

Oh sure - it sounds like a little thing. A pet peeve. But when it’s a daily occurence, it becomes a big thing. A very big thing. A thing that drives you mad until you can’t see straight. A thing that makes you want to walk right up to that person and punch them right in the head.

I really don’t have violent tendencies but this person is driving me to it. This person needs a swift kick in the ass. (Gender concealed to protect the guilty.)

Anyway… it’s annoying.

The cat, I think, must have been lonely for me the two days I was gone. He hung out with me quite a bit and was insisting on sitting in my lap. His new thing is hanging out with me in the bathroom in the morning while I get ready for work. He lays on the bath mat and just chills. It’s so cute. That is, until I get the hair dryer out and then he’s outta there.

I can’t believe it’s Monday morning again. It came too fast. But then, I got to bed late (again). Saw My Guy briefly last night.

And the Dallas Stars won this weekend. They’re 5-0-0. The shootout last night against Anaheim (may I say their new logo is just awful?) was greatness. Zubie and Jokinen are definitely our best when it comes to the shootout.

Okay gotta go work. I need coffee!

I finally started feeling better late yesterday and had a burst of energy. So I decided to paint the kitchen that beautiful caramel color.

Oh.My.God. It looks awful. Just awful. And I think it’s because it’s a semi-gloss and not a flat (I wanted to be able to clean it if it got dirty), and the fact that it’s such a dark color it’s hard to get good coverage. AND the fact I was using the wrong roller to being with (not one for semi-rough surfaces). (I had to run to Lowe’s last night to get new rollers and while I was there I had visions of the cat running through the wet paint and getting caramel-color kitty pawprints all over the house. Oh and I had left the back door wide open in my haste for the right rollers. DOH. Anyway…)

Damn it.

All I can do now is continue. It’s nearly finished. I have one more wall to complete plus some edging and then it’s done. But oh my god, it looks horrifying. And the worst part is… I’m having people over in a few weeks for a housewarming. How embarrassing!

In one part of the wall, you can definitely tell where it was patch and the color just won’t cover it. It looked okay white. But not now.

Guess it’s back to the Wall of Terror. 

…even when you’re over 30, you still want your mommy.

I had a meeting/marketring retreat starting Wednesday afternoon and going into Friday. It was great with lots of wonderful ideas and food and visiting and food.

The only problem was…I was sicker than a dog. It started Wednesday morning and got progressively worse. I had to leave out of the meeting early on Wednesday and get home as fast as possible. I curled up in a ball on the bed and wished for death. Well, actually, I just wished for the stomache cramps to go away. I slept most of the evening and all night and was still feeling rather puny the next morning.

And the whole time my stomach was cramping and I was feeling like I would die at any moment, I just wished my mommy was there. Not that she could do anything except give me sympathy… but still…

Since I was spending the night at the hotel, I had to get packed and get ready to go. I finally made it out the door and on the road. By lunchtime Thursday, I was feeling better. I was actually able to eat something.

Had dinner that night at a nice Mexican restaurant. I ate four bites and then was full. I really REALLY wanted to finish that dish but just couldn’t. And I probably overdid it with the food that night at dinner. All I could do was lay on the bed in the hotel room and watch Grey’s Anatomy.

By Friday morning, I started feeling yucky off and on again. I couldn’t really eat lunch except for a cup of soup. Knowing it was girls night, I headed home to rest before going out.

I was feeling pretty good by the time I hit the restuarant. We had beers and appetizers and played trivia. I smelled like an ashtray by the time I got home. And I was exhausted and starting to feel bad again. And of course by this morning, I’m sick once again.

I guess the intensity of the last few weeks have finally caught up to me. That and the poor diet I’ve had these last few days. Today I barely have enough energy to sit here. All I want to do is lay on the couch and watch TV. Which is exactly what I think I’m going to do. And I had so much I wanted to accomplish this weekend. Guess none of that is going to happen.

And to top it all off… I think some jackass stole my Amazon order off my front porch. OF COURSE it would arrive the day I was spending the night at the hotel. Fing scumbags. Amazon is replacing it for me, though, and I’m playing it safe and having it shipped to the office.

Anyway… on the bright side – my new very cool and chic checks and matching mailing labels arrived today. They’re awesome. I love them!

Maybe sometime today I can muster the energy to get some laundry done. I’d really like to make a trip to Home Depot for that new toilet tank but not sure I have the energy for that either… guess I’ll go have soup and watch Barefoot Contessa…

sigh