Okay kids! I was studying like crazy for a test tomorrow . . . needed a break and got hooked on watching a certain amazing interior decorating show . . . and then my brain started thinking faster (in this case yes this did happen) and I began imagining projects to do one day!
I get a little "to Wanda" in me sometimes and want to pull everything off my walls and rearrange everything, this usually happens when Toph is watching the game, or at midnight and I just get in the mood for a change . . . I am afraid that this may one day escalate when we own a home and Toph will come home to find me hacking tile off of our fireplace: to re tile/stone it, tearing up carpet: for tile or hardwood, moving furniture: to paint, or who knows what else!
Whenever I see all of the new styles and colors of tile, especially the little cubes that are all taped together waiting to become a kitchen back splash or surround a fireplace I especially want to do something! Some of the designs are kind of "edgy" . . . and it makes me want a black (or brown) and white cowhide looking chair, or to gather multi colored bottles, vases and jars and create an amazing shelf display . . . one day . . . until then I am content scouting out more pillows, having a red (yes I said red . . . oh yes edgy indeed) end table in my living room, and simply dreaming of the day when I put up multicolored metallic looking glass tiles as a kitchen back splash. (of course by then I am sure that a whole new image while spring up in my mind . . .) Until then I am sure that my husband will grimace a bit at the visions that I share and smile while hoping that my sanity returns soon! Just think Toph . . . we'll be like Sean Thornton and Mary Kate Danaher . . . only instead of planting roses we will be laying tile! What a dream!
It is supposed to get COLD here this week!!! As in enjoy the last "nice" day of sunshine and pleasant temps before the winter gray rolls in and brings with it slushy slippery sidewalks, piles of heavy wet snow, having to leave for anything 15 minutes earlier to make it on time and alive, and jeans that are muddy and soaked along the cuffs and up the legs! I believe that is what I just so look forward to each winter . . . . wet, dirty pant legs, no . . . no . . . correction= having wet dirty pant legs while trudging across campus sliding on ice and feeling like a wet dog while looking worse! Oh winter! Welcome again, come on in . . . bring on the gray!
On a lighter note we did manage to make it up the mountain once more before the roads turn into slip and slides, and finally made it to the livestock parade for the first time and watched the sheep scamper down mainstreet! Quite exciting!
