Dining Room Stadium

Alright guys, here it is. My weekend.

So normally I write about how much fun domestic bliss is and mostly I mean it, but people, there are situations that are sometimes necessary that aren't really all that fun. Take my dining room for example, it "was", and we'll get to that in a minute, old ladylike with horrible wallpaper below the chair rail and sea foam green on top. The paint resembled primer in color and texture. I can't imagine ever thinking that was smashing. I have loathed it from first sight. I finally mustered the courage to take on the project Saturday.

The trip to Lowe's was simple enough. All by myself, I found the right aisle and the right products without the help of a man, or anyone for that matter. Proud was the emotion, as I got home ripped open the packaging and began to undertake the task at hand. I read the instructions and followed them perfectly.

I have never in my life removed wallpaper nor applied any to a wall and after the horror that it was to strip I probably never will again. As I scraped, sprayed, and pulled I wondered if it was all worth it. I did this for hours people. I completely lost track of time and we missed out on a party we were going to because I miss judged the time frame that it would take to complete this.

Sorry Hollie and Roger, we will catch you next time, and we love you guys.

After Big and I cleaned up, we pretty much fell right to sleep.
He got up in the morning and I decided that the painting of the dining room would begin immediately. Took me almost two hours just to tape the dang room. How frustrating, right? Considering I wanted to be on time and completed by 2pm, it was making me crazy. I slapped the first coat of La Fonda Sombrero on the wall and behold the beauty of, UT orange. What a nightmare! It looked more like a stadium color or maybe a locker room or something. I don't really know, but it needed to be on something else.

It was awful. The panic and frustration I felt was palpable. The only thing I knew to do was get my girls in on it. I sent pictures of the room to Mom and Dee Dee. The feedback I got was things like, " I didn't know you guys were Tennessee fans". Yeah, ha ha. Big was on the golf course that morning, and when he finally checked in with me I busted it all out. I just couldn't believe how such a pretty color on that little card turned into hunters, glow in the dark orange. He assured me that I was exaggerating and he would take a look when he arrived. Oh, yeah he took a quick look alright. All it took was a glance to know that it was unacceptable.

And back to Lowe's we went.

Now, the next color was/is gorgeous. Much creamier and rich, were the other was stark and harsh. I felt so tired but very anxious to finish that I insisted that we press on to get it all done. Really, the pressing reason was that I didn't want to clean it all up but just throw it all away when we were done. Yeah, great plan. Didn't happen.

It was still wet when we went to bed at 10:30pm last night but I couldn't so much as stand any longer. I was/am exhausted and VERY sore. There is still so much to do. There is furniture all is disarray in the house with tarps and covers everywhere. Our dogs didn't know what the heck we were doing. I will be overjoyed when night falls on tonight because, surely, we will be done.

Until next time, if you are painting don't call me. Apparently, I have a bad painting omen. LOL.

Simple, Right? Not so Much

We are dieting at my house. As simple as that short little sentence sounds, it has been quite stressful for me. Big has already lost a bit over 5lbs, while I have seen and felt differences in my waist line that have resulted in hardly any pounds lost. How frustrating is that?

I just can't tell you guys how proud I am of my sweetie and I promise I mean it, but it's hard to not see the numbers on the scale shrink when I am passing up fast food everyday. Yesterday, sushi was calling my name and I told it to hush up. I know that fighting cravings for yummy foods is all part of the battle, but I feel like I should be seeing more results. Now, I just looked at the calender and it has only been one week. My theory is that guys just loose faster for some reason. Big runs around all day long at work so there is a possibility that he gets more exercise so I will just keep on trucking.

We have taken up walking our dogs every night around the neighborhood. Last night, little Austin did the best he could to try and keep up with the big boys. It was like he kept looking up at me thinking, "come on Meg let's pick up the pace." Shortly after this, we starting running a bit. Big and Tucker took off in front of us, and as much as I wanted to stay in stride with them, I realized that my walking partner had much shorter legs than the rest of us. He did pretty darn well considering. Both dogs were exhausted when we finally returned home and Big was satisfied. I, however; wanted to get on the elliptical machine and get some extra work-out in due to the lack of decreased pounds. I watched some Netflix and ran while the household slowed down and I thought about how much better I feel. So whether the weight falls off or I have to break my back for every pound, I do feel somewhat better on a daily basis. I suppose this will be a new lifestyle change and a good one I might add.

Remember to Breathe

Why do we, and when I say we I mostly mean women, let our insecurities run away with us? I can't tell you how many times I get this silly notion in my head that something is happening or wrong that simply isn't. It's like I invent reasons for things to be a miss these days. I suppose, sub-consciously, I think that I don't deserve the happiness that I am experiencing at this point in my life. I am constantly concerned that I am not enough or not being the ideal girlfriend. I had a small freak out this morning. At this point, I am in so deep with the feelings that I have for Big that it is down right frightening to me and I just want to be his everything the way he is mine. My Nana recently told me to put those thoughts out of my mind because after waiting a very long time, I do deserve to be incandescently happy. Which I am at this time in my life. Thank goodness for Kyla, who reminded me to breathe and remember that we are perfect for each other and have a daily level of happy that isn't even normal.

The minute he got home from work today, I was assured that nothing was wrong at all and it was all just in my head. In fact, all he wanted to do was cook dinner for me and just chill out on the patio with me and the puppies. Here we all sit on the patio right now as I write this blog about my day, just as happy as clams.

Little Austin had a vet appointment on Friday for his last round of puppy shots. We both went hoping that we could get this taken care of and some Heartguard and be done, however; that didn't happen. He has some disorder that we can't remember the name of at this time that causes his lower K-9 teeth to growth up into his top gum. There are already indentations where they are quickly growing. We have an appointment with a specialist on Monday morning about this so that hopefully we can catch the problem now before it becomes a huge issue later. Poor guy. He hates going to the vet. Mainly he hates leaving Big and I. When the vet came to take him back to weigh him he ran under the chair I was sitting in and crouched down. I always feel terrible that he isn't the well adjusted friendly guy that Tucker is, but Austin is his own personality and we have to just go with that. I do love that he wants me above all else. Don't get me wrong, he loves Big dearly but when he is scared the way he was in that exam room he wants me. I am sure everything will be okay and all work out in the end.

For now, I am going to enjoy my happiness and try to quit over analyzing every little thing.