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Wednesday, January 18, 2012

Blogger, Why You Fail?

Maybe it's just me, I hope it's not, but blogger hates me lately.  There are certain blog posts that I have to pull up multiple times in order to get them to work, and even then it's iffy.  There are a few blogs I follow on here religiously, and really like to comment on, and it seems that I am all of a sudden not allowed to view some of my favorite ones due to some silly blogger glitch.

You know what, blogger?  That's mean.  Teasing me, and then pulling it away at the last second.  Sure, you'll let the page load finally and then I CAN'T SCROLL TO READ THE WHOLE POST AND COMMENT.  I mean, what is that?  New forms of torture?  I should have you tried under the Geneva Convention.

So anyone out there who I usually comment to (and who actually reads this, ha ha) I promise I haven't fallen off the face of the earth, nor have I stopped caring (though I can be vain enough to think that perhaps my absence has been noticed, but it probably hasn't ha ha), I just can't make any of my computers do what they are supposed to.

Still have mad love for you all, though.


Monday, January 16, 2012

Tripp Roth

I held off on writing this post because I didn't really know what to say.

I never knew Tripp in person, I've never met him, I don't know his mom Courtney, but I do know that on Saturday, January 14th, the world lost an amazing little boy.

Tripp was just 2 years 8 months old when he succumed to EB - a rare disease that involves the lack of a certain protein that binds layers of skin together, Tripp had the worst kind.  He spent his entire life living with pain, as his body was covered with sores and was constantly fighting infection.  I believe the only thing that kept him going for so long was the intense love his mother has for him.  She devoted her life to this boy, to making him comfortable, to seeing him grow, to teaching him about God and it showed.  I could never say enough about this woman who gave so selflessly, never asking for anything in return other than peace for her baby, she is an amazing person.

If you get the chance, stop over to her blog and leave a comment, a kind word, anything to let her know that you're thinking of her and her sweet boy who had a too-short life.  I will warn you, it's really heartbreaking to see this baby's pictures.

Courtney's blog:

Friday, January 6, 2012

The Donkey

So, I'm pretty much in love with the Bugaboo Donkey stroller (as is husband) and a website is giving one away.  I never win these things anyway but you just never know so I'm giving it a try.  Hence my blog about it for more entries, ha ha.

Anyway, that's about it, if you want a link to the givaway to enter (if you're into that kind of thing) here it is:

That's all!

Wednesday, January 4, 2012

New Year, New Carpet Stain

The Big Paint Debacle.

This is how our new year started.  We went to pick up paint for a kids' room on Monday and since we were at it husband asked if I wanted to paint an accent wall in the living room.  He knows how much boring white walls bother me, so of course I agreed.  We picked a nice deep sage green for the wall as it matches the curtains on the adjoining walls and would tie everything in nicely.  For the nursery we picked a light dolphin grey and I decided to paint the wall with a window a deep dark blue since it has a greyish curtain.

When we got home that evening we realized we had made a grave mistake...the accent wall in the living room had more too it than either of us had remembered.  We decided to see if we could make it work with what we had, and we *almost* did.  We called it a night and made a plan to get another quart the next day.

We get our quart, get home, and it's a completely different color.  Think "Packer green" compared to...what seemed to dry into army green.  Yuck.  We made ANOTHER trip into town with the plan to just go with a brown color but we soon realized that it was going to be harder than just covering it up.  We got our gallon of primer, and gallon of brown shade and went home, resigned to the project that went from "let's just knock out the accent wall tonight after we put the chicken to bed" to "oh my gosh I just want to get this stupid wall painted!".

We primed and decided while we were waiting for that to dry we would start on the babies' room.  We set up the plastic on the ground so as not to get paint on the light beige carpet (not my first choice but it was there when we bought the house) and taped off all the woodwork so we could get started.  As I was in the kitchen grabbing supplies I hear husband scream.  Immediately I thought he dropped the paint can on his foot and broke a bone or something.  Then I get into the room.  He had apparently been shaking the gallon of paint (not over the plastic) and dropped it and half the gallon had spilled onto the carpet before he righted it.  All I can say is thank God his foot WASN'T broken and thank God it was the light grey and not the dark blue.

Needless to say, instead of painting for the next couple of hours like I had planned I was hunched over, on my hands and knees, trying to scrub grey paint out of a close to white carpet.  Husband used the paint that had landed on the plastic to roll out one of the walls quickly instead of just letting it go to waste, so at least we got *something* painted other than the carpet.  He then went to the living room and rolled out everything, leaving just the corners for me since I'm much better at painting seems without going over than he is

At the end of the day the only thing that ended up getting done right was the living room.  That wall now looks fantastic.  I'm still waiting to see how dark the paint on the carpet is going to dry.  I have to say that I'm glad we both handled the mess without blowing up at each other.  I'll admit that after scrubbing for a while I just wanted to cry, but I didn't.  I held it together and just reminded myself that it could be worse, and that it's the children's room and the carpet isn't going to hold up to messes anyway.

So much for "vacation", ha ha.