OK, I know. I missed last week. In light of that not-really-so-much-of-an-oversight-as-a-last-minute-decision, why don't we just dive right in?
Here's a two week version of the Wednesday Night Bullet Post:
*It was hot last week.
*I'm talking stoopid hot. Crazy hot. Too hot to even function without sweating buckets and becoming socially unacceptable.
*So I decided to paint the living room.
*Which was, by any definition, a questionable choice.
*The only way to really do this was one wall at a time.
*It was really hot. And humid.
*One wall at a time was all I could tackle on any given day.
*Except, ironically, Wednesday. Wednesday was Family Lunch day with the Sheepish relatives.
*I probably could have blogged. I didn't have the painting thing going on.
*But I was really hot and really tired and really sore from clambering my aged self up and down the makeshift step-ladder.
*So I didn't blog. I feel very badly about that...
*Not really. I only feel a little badly. It was hot and humid and I was sore. Plus there were paint fumes.
*I take full responsibility for my choice, questionable or otherwise.
*I forgot all about renewing my teaching certificate this year.
*I realize that sounds kind of irresponsible. Teaching is my livelihood after all.
*But I have three endorsements, two of which were still current.
*The first of those is the endorsement under which I am currently employed. The middle one I've never used and didn't really ask for but got it anyway. The third is my school counseling endorsement and I don't use that one anymore.
*It's the latter for which the clock is ticking.
*But I don't want it to expire. I worked hard to get it and my certificate looks kind of cool with all my mad skilz laid out for the world to see.
*So I had to drive down to school last Tuesday to meet with the certification coordinator to get her signature on all the paperwork.
*At first, she was concerned. I didn't have enough contact hours by her estimate.
*Then I showed her the nine billion hours I put into the Autism Leadership Team, including the off-site training which involved staying in a hotel and leaving Da Boyz to fend for themselves.
*That put my hours over the top and left me half-way certified on all my other stuff which isn't due for another four years.
*I've since forgotten to mail it to the state, but there is still time for that.
*Although my decision to leave the paperwork on the counter where the rest of the mail piles up probably isn't going to facilitate my remembering to do that...
*It was even hotter when I left Ms. Certification Guru's office. Hard to even conceive of "hotter" at that point, but it was.
*So I came home and painted another wall in the heat of midday.
*Which wasn't a smart thing.
*What can I say? The urge to paint my living room doesn't come over me very often and I sort of have to go with it when the mood strikes.
*My living room is now a pleasant combination of Fresh Baked Pumpernickel and Toasted Coconut.
*My bathroom and the connecting hallway were painted last summer.
*In Belgian Waffle.
*I am going with a food theme, paintwise.
*These were exceptionally good color choices, if I do say so myself.
*I'm not normally "good" with color. I tend to take the safer route because I don't match things very well.
*But going with colors that are toasted, roasted and baked seems to work for me...
*I have high carb walls.
*Please Stand By For Sheepie's Official Statement Regarding The Royal Birth:
*Good evening and thank you all for coming. I'll be brief. Or as brief as I can be given that I am cursed with the need to explain things until they scream for mercy...
As a member of modern society, I cannot help but be aware of certain newsworthy tidbits. Royal weddings and births seem to get a great deal of attention. Hence, I take notice. I can, however, choose my response.
I bought into the dream of Happily Ever After these people sold me back in the 80's. I bought in fully and well beyond my credit limit. I was promised a newer, cooler monarchy with awesome outfits and even awesomer modern attitudes. And, for a while I suppose, I got that.
But then it all fell apart and I was left with the depressing realization that my royal idols were really just flawed human beings no different from me. (Except for the part where they get into more trouble than I do and and lack the ability to understand that no bad deed goes unobserved in this age.) The dream was shattered and Happily Ever After was relegated back to fairy tale status.
I wish the royal couple well. Good job giving birth and all that. Seriously. I would imagine that isn't exactly a walk in the park, especially with a crowd outside wondering what is taking so long. But you'll forgive me if I change the channel after seeing the same footage of a hospital door for the umpteenth time because I am busy and can't get to the remote fast enough. I really do hope it all works out for them. Honest.
But I am choosing not to attend the christening. I'm fairly certain I'm not on the guest list anyway. Still, it never hurts to put it out there early just in case I'm taking up a seat better given to someone more interested in the whole business.
And that concludes Sheepie's statement regarding all things royal. We now return you to your regularly scheduled blog.
*Somehow I knew that wasn't going to be brief. It never is...
*I didn't go to the Farmer's Market last week. It was hot and I had to put part of my living room back together.
*I am very much behind on my End Of The World Is Nigh Supply restocking and have only canned potatoes.
*I went today, though.
*I now have four pounds of green beans in my fridge.
*I did not can them today. We'll get to that.
*Home improvement mania struck again and I chose to reupholster the seat of the chair I used as a step stool because I don't have a real ladder here.
*There is a great deal of paint on that chair. Why I thought reupholstering the seat would detract from that I don't know.
*But once the idea took hold it was kind of hard to not do it and I already had some decent fabric on hand.
*Decent fabric located whilst clearing out the back bedroom.
*It's amazing what I find when I clear out twenty years of back bedroom crap.
*I keep expecting Jimmy Hoffa to pop out from under a pile of old linens.
*Jimmy Hoffa or a really scary bug.
*I should seriously consider moving the piles of old linens around more often...
*I am going out for lunch with Mommy and Daddy Sheep so I probably won't can beans tomorrow either.
*Beans will have to wait until Friday. Friday seems like a better canning day anyway.
*Friday has a canny sort of feel to it...
There. That covers most of what I did for the past couple of weeks. I'm not saying that all my choices were good ones, but the living room does look pretty nice with all it's Toasted Coconutty goodness. And getting my teaching certificate straightened out was probably the right thing to do. I have to pay for all this paint, you know. Paint doesn't grow on trees and a girl needs employment to make paint happen!
Of course, being employed and then paying someone else to paint the living room during a heatwave might have been the smarter choice altogether. In fact, most of the projects I've done around here over the past few weeks would probably have been a lot more fun if I'd been watching someone else complete them.
Maybe we'll consider that for The Next Brilliant Idea I Get In The Middle Of The Night. I've been thinking a lot about tile for some reason. Given that I have no idea whatsoever how to tile anything I can't help but wonder if that is going to be another one of those questionable decisions.
Questionable and, perhaps, unavoidable...
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