apropos of anything

Apparently, I have an small, teeny tiny bit of Arab in me. Some guy waaay up on my mother’s family tree was Arab.

So… yeah. That explains all the times people have asked me if I’m Egyptian. I’m not sure how I feel about this, although I suppose it could be worse. I could be French, like some people.

Also, possible whiplash? Ow.

Today, I mean. Is Thursday. The day before Friday and two days after Tuesday. And my house? Still one massive storage area.

On a positive note, at least none of my painting experiences (so far) have compared to Miss Doxie’s. Also, we should be done today. I hope so, ’cause I don’t think Dan’s going to let me borrow AM anymore…

So her house turned into a mountainous pile of crap.

At the moment, Sarah Cynthia and I have something in common — the mountainous pile of crap, not the refusal to take out the garbage. Take a look for yourself:

The study, AKA the storage room		The living room, AKA the other storage room

The recent multitudes of moving within my home have rendered it a veritable obstacle course. There are boxes and suitcases and upside down desks and extra televisions everywhere.

It is, of course, driving my obsessive-compulsive self bonkers. I need to clear the clutter. I have to remind myself every couple of minutes that this is all temporary and will be cleaned in due time.

As much of the organizational process depends on my painting the second room (no point in moving in if I’m going to need to shove everything away from the walls soon anyway), the room painting is now my Number One Priority. What am I doing tomorrow? The primer coat. Monday? The final coat, so as to allow the primer to rest at least eight hours, as recommended by Stuart below. By Tuesday, this should all be a distant nightmare.

If it’s not, you’ll probably find me huddled in the corner, slowly rocking back and forth and mumbling to myself.

Like when my mother tells me half a dozen times to call her uncle, the only living relative I have that even remotely resembles a grandfather, and I keep pushing it off because I’m busy or because I forget, and then he ends up calling me. And then he’s not even upset that I didn’t call him; instead, he just wants to make sure I know his granddaughter is having a something on Thanksgiving weekend, and could I come please?

I need to call people more. A lot more.

Also, happy birthday, Dan!

There are many — work and family and memory and paint and struggles at the plate by my second favorite Brave of the Moment. Okay, perhaps the last hasn’t been weighing on me quite as much as the rest.

I’m trying not to let it get to me, and one of the functions of that trying is going to be not mentioning it on the blog because that would be letting it get to me. Instead, let’s focus on the positive: lunch with Damaris tomorrow, possibly at Cherry; MPN this weekend; some kind of something with Mandi next week; Live at On the Bricks next Friday, plus the big shindig the following Saturday, and then the Braves/Cardinals game with AM on Sunday. It’s been way too long since AM and I went to a game. I hope I’m not on call next weekend!

(Side note: Skip just called Joe a dork. On air. Hee.)

(Second side note: Chipper’s dad looks a lot like Chipper. Also, the Astros walk the double play king to get to Marcus Giles, my favorite Brave of the Moment?)

Also of the good — I get my hair cut in two weeks and my bookshelves are on their way. And I have very cute strappy black heels. And a red room!

(Third side note: Giles is flossing in the dugout! Hee!)

What more could a girl want? (Other than world peace, of course.)

Stuart, master home remodeller, has pointed out the error of my ways. Apparently, Ralph Lauren paint is a good paint, not a runny paint. Apparently, I am supposed to let the primer dry for at least 8 hours rather than the 30 minutes it takes me and AM to eat ice cream and wash up after ourselves. Apparently, if I do that, I will only have to apply one layer of top coat. Apparently, I am a bad, bad painter-wannabe.

Okay, so Stuart was really much nicer than that, even when filtered through the Dan medium. And after doing some Googling, I’ve discovered I am not the only one who has had issues with Ralph Lauren paint. I don’t know how much the rollers make a difference, as we used the standard Home Depot kind, but then again, we didn’t do textured paint. I am planning on texture for the next room, so I suppose I should do a little research before diving in this time, especially since the next room has more stuff to work around.

(And no, I didn’t pick the paint because it was Ralph Lauren. I picked it because they had the exact colors I wanted.)