Painting the ceiling

Saturday I went to the Open House at my sister’s new school.  I got to see her classroom!  She had it decorated in such a fun way!  Seeing her standing there, wearing a pretty dress, a huge smile plastered across her face, standing in HER OWN classroom… I just felt so happy!  It was the culmination of years of determination for her.  So many ups and downs.  False starts, wrong ways, and yet it all came together.  Congrats Lisa!  You deserve it all!

As I said in a previous entry, the new shower is in!  The shower looks great but the ceiling above it looked horrible.  On Sunday, Pookie Bear and I put down some drop cloths and painted the ceiling.  We started around noon.  I figured it might take an hour or so to get it done.  We finished at 5:00.  It looks good.  There is still more painting that needs to be done but in the other rooms.  The bathroom is finished.  Hooray!

My birthday is fast approaching.  Two days.  I can’t believe I am going to be 35.  It seems a joke.  I know what a 35-year- old person is like AND I AM NOT THAT!  So either I am exactly like that but am blind to it or my idea of 35-year-old person is totally wrong.  Let’s go with the latter.  I am sure not every 35-year-old woman has a mannish haircut, drives a minivan and listens to Phil Collins.   I remember as a little girl, many of my little friends had mothers who were 35-years-old.  I remember this because my mom was in her 40’s and I couldn’t quite understand why my mom was so very old when their mother’s were just kinda old.  Makes me laugh now.  35-years-old!  Here I come!