I hate the smell of paint now! I just wat it all to be done and over with.

Week one, and all we have done is one stinking room. At least my sons room is no longer pink though. Now all we have left is the office and bathroom. AGHHHHHH

shoes

So, anyone who has ever seen my shoe closet knows what it looks like, and that although I may seem organized on the outside, one look at my shoe closet shows the true Danny.

Here is a picture:

If that is not enough to show how nutty I really am, then look at this one.

I do not have a pair of shoes with their mate. In fact, I usually have one shoe in the rack and the other on the floor. What the heck? It makes for an exciting time trying to find two alike shoes. Perhaps I have too many of them. Is that even possible?

I am writing this not without reason. Surprised?

I have been thinking of inner beauty a lot lately, and how a person can be so pretty on the outside but be so ugly on the inside. It is something all of us as God loving people must strive to work on. Being beautiful on the inside is hard. I have been praying that God would help me to work on it. That I would be nicer to people, more patient with my children and others, and that people will be lead to the Lord through me. Its hard! When someone cuts me off while driving I want to yell and scream and honk at them, it's hard. When a cashier at the store takes forever with the costumer in front of me while I am waiting with 3 yelling kids, a basket full of groceries, and a cell phone ringing, it's hard. When all I want is 3 minutes in the bathroom and the kids are banging on the door, it's hard.

There is this part of me that forgets at times to be patient and kind. I forget that through my actions I am either hurting or helping someone else.

well, what about the shoe closet has anything at all to do with any of this?

In my mind, my shoe closet represent the inner beauty. The rest of my house is the outer. No matter how clean the outer is, the inner needs serious work. In truth, it's a mess! And, people will see it even though I try to hide it. It never fails that there will be something in that closet that is needed every time someone comes over. It wont stay hidden!

I need to work on the inner.

So after months of looking at paint samples on my wall in my office, and my poor son living in a Mrs. Piggy Pink room, I have taken the plunge and started to paint. It was all I wanted for mothers day. Nothing like the smell of paint fumes to really bring a family together!

I pray that through this painting experience I can keep my cool and not freak out over people not painting excatly to my standard. I can always touch it up later.

I will post pics when the job is done. AGHHHHH

Thanks a lot Mandy!

OK, random is something I am great at. Just ask anyone who has had a 5 minute conversation with me. So, here are my random thoughts.

Random thought 1. I love the smell of skunks. Judge me all you want, but I am just laying it out there. They smell good.

Random Thought 2. I feed the birds even though my husband wants them all gone. I but birdseed and put it out each morning. I love to look at them in the trees outside my office window. Yeah, they do leave poo everywhere as a thank you for all the wonderful seed I put out, but they are still cool creatures of God.

Random Thought 3. I hate seafood! there is random for you. It is a gross food that stinks!


Random thought 4. I have a deep fear of water that i can not see my feet in. I wont go in lakes or oceans. It becomes so bad that I freeze up and sink if in water where my feet are not visible.

Random thought 5. I am a huge control freak! I have to control everything I touch, and sometimes step on toes on accident.

Random thought 6 (almost done) I love kids feet. (under 3) I have an obsession with the way they smell and look. How tiny their toes are. I just love them.

And last but not least, Random thought 7. I have to move things around in my house all the time. I can't leave things the same. i guess it comes from moving at least once a month with my mom.

who's got puppy blues?

My doggie is gone. He was a good chap (when he wasn't biting harmless kids) and he will be missed. Like the way he stole food off the table, licking the babies mess clean off the floor, cuddling on the couch, the poo on the sidewalk instead of the grass, and the lovely way he lapped up water from our toilets. Ah, Yes, the beginning of each morn we would have to pass the Kipper smell test before leaving the house. His nose an inch away from our mouths, smelling if we had brushed or not. (he preferred the not)





He was a good and decent fellow, and the absence is felt.

I pray that a good family comes and gets him from the Humane Society. He is a gentleman when his tummy is rubbed the right way. Plus he loves to dance!

Sunday lounging was complete with him here.

Goodbye sweet pooch.