One of them days... ok, weeks.

I was so excited at the start of this week.  It was mission productivity, and I was Tom Cruise.  Monday was great.  I finished painting the bedroom, refinished the fireplace doors I bought on Craigslist, got laundry done, went to the bank, got the car inspection done, I was on a roll.  Then, I met Tuesday. 

Tuesday was not my friend.  I got absolutely nothing done.  Ok, well not nothing.  I was able to get some of my wedding scrapbook done (it is my plan for the millions of cards we got) while watching tv and being a cranky, uncomfortable girl all day.  So, I watched a shameful array of movies and television (Yogi Bear, Win a Date with Tad Hamilton, Fraggle Rock, Muppets Take Manhatten, and a Property Virgins marathon) and didn't even make it to the grocery store for dinner.  I did try to install the freshly refinished fireplace door, but of course couldn't figure out how to do the install.  Forget you Tuesday, I like Wednesday better anyway.

Today made me wish for Tuesday again.  I woke up early, like a little girl on Christmas morning.  I was so excited to see the new carpet installed in the bedroom.  I told myself last night that tomorrow the room would look completely different.  Boy was I right.  My bedroom floor now consists of tack strips and carpet padding, how lovely.  The installers came, pulled out the old carpet, put in the new padding, and called me outside to where they had rolled out the new carpet to measure and cut.  Oh my Lord, they put the wrong measurement tag on my beautiful remnant.  Of course, they did; Wednesday hates me.  My carpet was about four feet smaller than what I paid for and I was told via Rob the salesman on the phone that I had to drive down to the carpet mart in Delaware and pick out a new carpet and reschedule an installation.  I was so mad my drive down was a blur.  I picked out a nicer carpet (by nicer I mean more expensive), but I'm not a fan of the color as much.  In the end, I have a carpet being installed tomorrow morning that would have cost me more than I was willing to spend, but because of the extreme inconvience, I don't have to pay any additional fees. 

Tomorrow can't be as mean to me as Tuesday and Wednesday have been (I say as I type this with one eye swollen shut from allergies).  Ok, it can be, I am just hoping that it isn't.  I actually work tomorrow for a few hours, and then I am going to attempt to put some of the finishing touches on the bedroom.  Hopefully when this room is done I will like it so much that I decide to enjoy it for a while before starting another big project.  I'm sure my husband is thinking the same thing. 

Hope Wednesday likes you more than it likes me!

Under the Weather

I know that I named my blog "Dancing in the rain", and since it rained all day I should be exhausted from all the dancing.  Not the case.  A better name for today's blog would be Under the Weather.  In the battle of allergies verses Amanda, the allergies won.  I still feel like the cartoon in the Sudafed commercial (the one that was on about ten years ago). 

Regardless of the fact that my nose doubled as a faucet, I still went out and attempted to do something before I leave my husband and dog to fend for themselves for five days.  It seemed that the weather that I was under was similar to the rain cloud that follows Eeyore.  That rain caused me the power to go out in Target.  I think I'd be okay if that never happens to me again.  Anyway, I got home and was able to put the finishing touches on the guest room.  Another room done (well, I need to hang a picture or two).

Other than that, boring day. I probably should pack and go to bed.  I am headed to Kentucky tomorrow with my sister to celebrate my grandpa's 90th birthday.  Ninety years, can you think of all the things he and my grandmother have witnessed.  Just to give you an idea, the day my grandpa turned 13, Adolf Hitler became commander-and-chief of Germany.  All the technology that we "just can't live without" our grandparents actually lived without.  Just makes me think what the next few generations will think of me and how I grew up.