Two Posts in ONE DAY?

No wonder I consider myself a "SIDETRACKED HOME EXECUTIVE"!

Well in lieu of my painting frustration, I decided to veer off the path and do a little window mistreatment. I know the nester says "it doesn't have to be perfect" and no sewing needs to be involved but I ended up using some scraps of material and sewed them together to make them long enough to cover the window in my master bathroom. (This can be a future post) All I can say is that the former window covering put the word "mistreatment" to shame. Eight years with a pathetic temporary fix was more than I could bear. I'm still not thrilled with the new replacement but at least it's hemmed which is more than I could shamefully say about the former window covering.

Anyways... For now these will work. (famous last words...) I still need to shorten them a bit.

So after I did my little sewing project, I did a little baking project. I made some super "numlicious" Mrs. Nye sugar cookies and frosted them in our team colors. I'm sorry to say the entire DOUBLE BATCH was fed to a team of hungry hockey players. (minus the dozen I probably ate.) Sigh. Sometimes a little pure, unadulterated sugar is just what the doctor ordered.

On the way to the bus, Ryan called and said he was involved in a fender bender. He was okay and nobody was hurt except for the front end of his Pontiac Grand Am. The elderly man in front of him slammed on his brakes and Ryan slid into the back end of his car. No damage to the other guy's car, but he insisted on calling the cops anyway. Ryan was ticketed for driving too close for conditions.

Needless to say, he had to wait for the cops and couldn't catch the bus to our game in Mt. Pleasant. While we were on the bus, the phone rang and it was Jordanne who was absolutely hysterical, crying so hard that I could not understand her. When I finally got her calmed down, she said she was driving and was having a horrible pain in her neck shooting into her head. I found out that she was right near the Ambulatory Care so I told her to go there and I would call someone to be with her. Jennifer and Ryan both drove over there to be with her. Apparently they decided it was either a panic attack or some sort of muscular thing but they sent her home. Oh dear Lord, I was scared and helpless, trying to remain calm enough to pray for their safety. I still haven't seen Ryan's car and I just woke Jordy up to see how she was feeling. Thank God they are both okay. Phew. Makes a 7-1 Victory pale in comparison.

I got up this morning at 5:30 to take Jennifer to the train station. On the way home, I missed a turn and ended up in Flint. Oh dear. I just hopped on I75 and went North. Once again, a little sidetracked.

We are leaving shortly to take Josh up to Marquette to check out Northern's campus and to meet with the football recruiters to hear what kind of scholarship they want to offer him. I sure hope we have decent weather. They are putting us up for a night in a new hotel and I can't wait to just have a day away from the craziness of yesterday. I better go pack some stuff in a bag.

Let's hope the painting project is resumed on Sunday.

The Bathroom work in progress.

The ugly truth in my bathroom that is holding up production. I cannot finish painting until this area is patched and sanded and primed. UGH.

As you see another area that needs edging. I did repaint and distress this shelf and threw some of Jen's pottery up there until I can decide what kind of wall decor I am looking for. I'm still looking for inspiration and open to suggestions.

totally a work in progress. I would love to put some moulding around the bathroom mirror.

These well placed hooks end up full of bathing suits, hats, and jeans.

and voila...the ugly brass shower doors that I would love to hide/remove/replace. Any suggestions?

Stay tuned for finished photos.

GRRRR

The painting was going along just fine. I even painted the trim white and caulked around the toilet, shower, and the baseboards. All I had to do was a little edging and a few spots of rolling and Pat decided to come in and ruin my plans. There were a few "bad spots" on the drywall mud and he insisted they had to be done right then.

Well one of our lovely children used his drywall tools and mud and, well....let's just say things did.not.go.as.planned. It sounded like the Tasmanian Devil was in my bathroom cursing and slamming things around. When the dust settled I went in to see what the problem was- Pat scraped the crap out of my freshly painted walls around the light switch because he couldn't find the proper tools. He left it looking worse than those few "bad spots" he just had to fix. UGH. I was done. I dumped my paint back in the can, washed my brushes and put it all away. Now I have to wait for HIM to finish his stuff before I can finish painting.

Painting today

...And NO, this is NOT me, in case you were wondering...

But today I am finally finishing my bathroom painting because I've been going crazy wanting to get it DONE. Sometimes it would be nice if a sweet little fairy painter would finish it for me. Usually I enjoy these kinds of projects but for some reason I am not. Must have something to do with the cold weather, snow, and lack of sunshine.

...BACK TO WORK.

Game reports

The game on Friday night ended in a 2-2 tie...went into overtime and we ended up losing in overtime. What a great game, with unfortunately not such a great outcome. All I can say is our little class C school was matched up against a large class A school and we gave them a game. The team felt they had a moral victory even despite the loss. Of course, someone from the other team started talking smack and pushed one of our players, knocking his helmet off. A little skirmish ensued and our coaches sent our players into the locker room. Rivalries tend to make the games get a little emotional.

Our team played again the next day at 1:00 and we came out a little flat. I don't think the boys even had time to recover their legs... but the 2nd and 3rd periods were exciting and we ended up losing 4-2.

I read the book, "A Child called It" this afternoon. Oh how incredibly sad. It made me want to become a foster parent and save the world from child abuse. I feel so sick inside. I've already started reading the sequel "The Lost Boy".

I still haven't finished painting my bathroom. This weekend of hockey has sidetracked my mission. Let's hope tomorrow is more productive.

Josh is checking out colleges this week. Northwood on Monday, Ferris on Wednesday, and Northern on Friday. We'll see how this all unfolds. National signing day is on February 4th. He has already registered with NCAA clearinghouse so all he needs to do is make a decision. FUN FUN.

Now I'm off to make some burgers for the hungry crew.

The big game tonight

Josh was not in this "scuffle"...

As one of the captains, he came in to break up the scuffle and the kid with the white stick jumped on his back...

the ref jumped on Josh... and he fought to get the jerk off his back, still thinking it was the player who attempted to jump him.

notice the ref putting a choke hold with a hockey stick on Josh. NIIIIICE.

okay, I know that was last year...but in light of all that happened it would be sweet justice to win this year.

Our high school hockey team is hosting their across town rivals tonight in the biggest crowd of the year. Last year we had them on the ropes...we were beating them by 2 or 3 goals...and then Josh got jumped by a ref and it got real ugly. He got ejected from the game and our team lost their heads...they blew the lead and ended up losing the game by two goals. (one was an empty netter at the end) In the world of an athlete, it was heartbreaking.

So anyways...this team is good...but "This could be the year"... In all the years Pat has coached, we have NEVER beaten them. I sure wish Josh was still playing. He is only 3 months post surgery and cannot play for the rest of the season. I realize it's only a game, but in the world of coaches and players...it would just be fun to beat them ONCE in a while. Let's hope tonight's the night.

I was wondering if it's incredibly shallow to pray for a win?

Instead I will pray for the safety of all players tonight. I will pray for the winning team to be gracious and the losing team to be understanding. (and oh God, by the way...you know our coach would really like to have one moment of glory. ahem...and his wife would love to hear his excitement about his team.) After all...I am a very patient woman.