Monthly Archives: February 2008

Hindsight is 20/20

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Have you ever just done something without thinking?   Then right, just as you do it, something in the back of your head says, “STOP”  but you just don’t listen and keep on going?  Then you look at the result of your actions and think WTF did I do?  Yeah . . .

I decided to paint today.  I have this cabinet that I bought a few years ago at a garage sale for $3.  At Wal*Mart I found some black paint on clearance for $3 an a can of that “stone” spray paint.  Mind you, I’m a quick result, quick response person.  I grew up with a microwave, where you can get a full complete 3 or 4 course meal in 5 minutes.  I can download and entire song in 2.3 seconds on my cell phone.  My bank gives you $5 if you aren’t through the drive through in 5 minutes.  Quick results.  Quick response. 

Painting does not fit into the quick results, quick response area.  It was fun painting at first, then I realized that I still have 3 sides to do, plus the drawers.  I rotate painting and spray painting.  Which just gets spray paint over my paint.  So I repaint.  Mind you, I’m doing this in my dining room, yes inside my house.  Again, wtf was I thinking.

As I paint, stroking and stroking, up and down, wax on, wax off, I think, “geesh this paint is thick.”  Thick and shiny.  Thick and shiny.  Wax on, wax off.  Finally, done.  I’m satisfied with my work, except I’ll need to do another spray paint coat outside tomorrow.  It takes me all of 15 minutes to paint, quick action, quick response.  If I really had wanted it to look nice, I would’ve had my mother-in-law come and paint it, which would have taken her, eh 2 hours maybe.

I take the brush into the kitchen and turn on the hot water to rinse it out.  I take my hand and rustle the bristles.  STOP!  Ohhh, I heard it, but kept going.  Pure black, glossy, enamel paint.  All over my hand.  What do I do?  Ohh!  Take the OTHER hand and rustle the bristles.  STOP!  ohhhh damn.  Literally pure black hands.  Both of them.  Damn damn damn. 

Thankfully Mike had taken the Baby to pick up the Dude.  The Man was playing the x-box, so it gave me time to hide my mess before Mike came back home (only to make fun of me).  Palmolive cuts grease!  Two uses of that, no luck.  SOS!  Yeah, one large steel sponge, a bit better, but no luck.  I jump into the shower.  Irish spring, no go.  Pantene, nope.  St Ives apricot scrub, gets some of it off.  Toss on the burgundy Victoria’s Secret robe that my husband wears as much as me, and take 309,855,309,258 cotton balls and all I have left of nail polish remover.  It takes off most of it.  I still have black hands.  Hopefully it will wear off before I work this weekend, or before clinicals on Monday!

Pizza Pasta

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Here’s a delicious dish that I made tonight.

 1 pack of pepperoni (or italian sausage or ground beef if you like)

1 bag of pasta (rotini, shells, swirls, bowties, etc)

1 can of cheese soup (nacho cheese is fine)

1  jars of spaghetti sauce (we like the classico line of pasta sauces)

fresh garlic or 1 can of Hunts fire roasted diced tomatoes with garlic  (try this in many dishes, it’s really great)

shredded cheese (I vary between mixes, always love romano and asiago, both have great flavors)

Boil pasta, mix everything in a casserole dish and bake at 350 for 25 minutes or so.  You can add olives, peppers, etc.  My family loves this dish!

Waiting

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It is that time, the one that comes once a year.  You wait in anticipation each year, and y ou save your money for this.  It blows your diet, but you can’t resist.  They attack you at your door, your school, your work, your church.  Even in the shopping mall parking lot.  Outside Krogers.  Everywhere.  You don’t need them, but it’s for a good cause.  And they are good ~ and you can’t resist. 

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Samoas, thin mint, trefoils.  All of them!  Soooo delicious!  I only bought 15 boxes this year!  ACK!  Why can’t I resist them?  They are so overpriced and yet I buy them every year.  I think I need less friends.  I always feel obligated to buy some from each friend’s kid!  Maybe I’ll dump my friends in January, and pick them up again by summer time.  Seems fair!

Feeling Shallow

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As I sit here and watch the Oscars, where movie stars who make millions a year for repeating the words that someone else wrote (and gets paid much less), spend thousands of dollars on dresses, shoes, and other accessories to sit in a theater and drool over one another.  I realize that half of the movies I’ve never heard of.  My scope of entertainment is watching re-runs of CSI and reading gossip blogs.  I watch blockbuster movies, but never international ones, much less any that are nominated for an Oscar (Harry Potter anyone).  Books?  Unless it has information regarding medication doses, how poop is backed up into your system, or the pathological system of your body, I don’t read it.

What I feel like is another useless citizen.  You know the ones that can tell you who is dating who, which tv show is being renewed next season, or what movie you should see.  But they couldn’t tell you the presidential candidate, prime minister of England, or who the Attorney General is.

So, do any of you have any great books or movies that you recommend?