....Tired of Painting, Popcorn Ceiling SUCKS, and Lowe's Knows Who We Are ....

I'M SO GODDAMN SICK OF PAINTING. Well....not fun painting. I've been wanting to fun paint for weeks. Right now? We're painting the house. Yes, ladies and germiephobies, Mr. and Mrs. Chavez got the keys. We haven't really....MOVED IN just yet. We've, so far, painted a few rooms, and T.C. went popcorn ceiling scrape CRAZY!! But he's he good at it!! I tell you he's a regular Holmes on Homes!! WHICH is where I got the IDEA to tell him that i knew how to scrape popcorn texture off of a ceiling. Cough.

But it's been fun, a wonderful scary change, and we're pretty happy with it. I just never wanna see a damn roller for a LONG TIME. My shoulders, fingers, everything is SORE. I still have to paint the other room I'm going to inhabit. Really we've just been working very very hard, a lot of it has been trial and error....mostly error....but goddamn it we can say we did it ourselves with minimal help. Our little sister Amanda was amazing. She helped me paint my whole bedroom and helped with the dining room and anything else she could. She's the bestest.

Oh, btw, if you're gonna shell out the money for Valspar, it's not bad. Just don't think you can walk up to the guy at Lowe's and get what you want, GOD FORBID you pick the wrong MATTE!! Valspar is just hella involved. Too much precise mixing and applying.

I think the people at the Lowe's in our town now recognize us, and wish we'd go home. This is, obviously, my paranoia. The paint mixers see us coming. I know coz they look like this:

(I finally get near Photoimpression 4 again and I LOOSE MY TOUCH!! This is the worst picture I've ever made.) Anyway it's just bad. My big Sister is doing stuff she'd never had tried had her husband not bought her a house for her birthday. We're pretty happy. I'm pretty buzzed. I think it's bedtime. I was TRYING to not fall asleep in the middle of Craig Ferguson like I have every night since we've starting working. OH WELL!! NIGHT!!!

AND NOW THE GRATUITOUS CHRIS ISAAK PICTURE!!

I love you, you're so cute. <3

HAZ A GOOD NIGHT PIPPLEZ!! <3

~Moni

....Almost....THERE!!!....

OH MY GOD. I MIGHT HAVE TO MOVE AGAIN SOON!! It's a good thing everything is still packed. Feels like we've been reaching into nothingness for some time now. I'll be honest, the most I've had on my mind is getting the money to see Chris Isaak again. And not just the one ticket. I want the V.I.P package. Dammit I want my PICTURE!!! Actually that's a lie. I've been thinking about anything that makes it seem as if my life has some sort of roots. I am temporarily living in the house my mom and her boyfriend are renting. My clothes are here, my bed is here, and my stuff is in the garage in boxes, getting dusty. My posters are rolled up and sitting on my entertainment desk, and I miss having my cave. I miss my room a lot.

But truly, I am ready, finally at the age of 26, to be on my own. YES it's lame but it's true. It would be nice to be able to do, wear, or say something without worrying what my mom thinks. Even if in the years we've lived together there's probably not a lot I haven't said or done, or worn. But I will miss her, but it'll be okay. I'm happy to finally be able to live with my best friend.

I've been sleeping deep and dreaming crazy shit. I've been hungry and sick at the same time, and I've had legs so sore you'd think I'd been riding horses. (Go ahead, make a sex joke, I"m sure you will.) I've been watching Drag Queens be fabulous and lip sync for their lives, I've watched my man sit in Bhutan and be a sexy piece of ass. I took a nap this afternoon and woke up at 5:00 pm thinking I was late for work. I went to Carlsbad, NM after a week of pretending I wasn't in town, ate twinkies and watched television with my Sis. Frankly, I'm fucking tired.

I think I should go to sleep.

On that note, here's the gratuitous Chris Isaak picture!

HAZ A GOOD NIGHT PIPPLEZ!!
~Moni