Nearly finished laundry room.
Some vintage prints and magazine ads.
My enamelware collection.
The washboard was in bad shape so I painted
and distressed it. Gotta have some fresh flowers
in an old coffee pot to make me enjoy the scenery.
Perhaps I'm feeling a bit melancholy. Blame it on PMS. Blame it on a funeral. Blame it on a lack of sleep. I dunno... but I'm feeling so blessed.
I'm thankful for my health, the fact that I have 5 healthy kids, and a healthy husband. I'm thankful that my kids all go to church, that they listen to us when we care enough to discipline and correct them. I'm thankful that we could all meet at Timber's after 5:30 mass for pizzas and burgers and laugh together, enjoying each other's company. What a cool, crazy bunch we are and what a gift-laughter. I could blather on and on about how my heart swells with pride when we all get together, but I won't. Because they know it. they feel it. they live it.
So I stayed up until 4:00 am finishing the final coat of paint and putting the laundry room back together. It looks great. I couldn't wait to get Jordy in there to take some pics. (Even though it still has some final things that need to be done. Like finishing my curtains.) Now to get her to post the pics for all blogland to see. Then I can feel like I'm really blogging. Such a novice blogger I am.
I don't know what is wrong with me...why I can't sleep without turning on the tv. I just talked to my mom tonight and she has the same problem and she said it started around my age. Is this hormone related? (I hardly doubt my mom is having hormonal issues at 65. ) I know I'm exhausted but the minute I lay in bed my mind starts racing. ugh.
Mary Lou called and left a message on my cell that she wants to start walking tomorrow morning. Wow, she's amazing considering they just buried her husband on Friday. I know I sure need to walk, I bet she feels the same way after the past few weeks she's had.
Maybe it's a good day to stop for a cappuccino.
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