I decided to repaint my room. I wanted something new and fresh. I figured I'd make my own shade. I took several leftover colors that were all really cool. In my head I pictured this iridescent blue/pink/purple shade. In order to achieve this I'd have to go to the local Depot and obtain some white semi-gloss to mix in with it. While I'm at it let me get some trim paint too.
OK. So I mix the paint in a bucket, and I mean mix. Did you know that you have to stir the crap out of paint in order for it to blend? No wonder they have that paint shaker at the store. Duh! Anyway, so I look at my final product and tilt my head. Huh. It looks familiar. Alright. Let's see how it looks on the walls. I test an area not very noticeable and give it a good coat. Hmm. That seems kinda bright, but OK. Let's see what happens when it dries.
The result? It turns out to be the shade I had on there before only lighter. So I got bluish/pinkish/purplish shade I'd hoped for, but with way more work. Here's the kicker. I chose an awesome chocolate brown as the trim color figuring it would compliment the brightness of the tone I had in my head.
Obviously my brain has a sense of humor because I've finished that one wall, and the final result is.....An Easter egg.
Yup. It looks like you can eat my wall. That's just fine. I like it. It's different like me.
Until next time.
Lyn
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
Monday, April 11, 2011
Turning 40.
My birthday is approaching fast. I thought time would drag on like it normally does, but because I am turning 40 my life is speeding up. Didn't Valentines day just pass? Did the groundhog see his shadow? What month is this?
There are so many things that I promised myself would happen, or that I'd accomplish before I reached 40. So I was thinking about the "list", and mentally checking off the stuff I'd done and prioritizing the things I haven't. I can probably write a whole post just regarding the list so I'll cut to one of the items in the top 10. The tattoo.
One day my son decides that he'd like a tattoo for his birthday. He is underage and therefor needs permission, and of course the money for it. Me being the wise ass that I can sometimes be decide that I'll trick him out of it. I wanted him to wait till he was old enough. So I tell him that he has to ask Grandpa for permission. I also, throw in the topper. If Grandpa says he can get inked then I will get one as well. Dad is old school, so I figure he'd have a cow. WRONG! Not only does he say go for it, but he is excited for him.
What the heck just happened? Are you kidding me. What happened to the man who freaked out when I put a second hole in my ear? How about when my brother pierced BOTH of his? Alright. OK. So people can change with age. He isn't as strict anymore. He is now the cool Grandpa. Grr.
This meant that I had to be a mom of her word and let him do it, but I also would have to do mine. Sigh.
Wait. Whats that I smell? A loophole? Yes, that's right ladies and gentleman I never said when or what for myself. Ha! Well I wasn't that abrasive. I just told him I really needed to think about what I was putting on myself. I didn't want some silly squiggle just to say I did it. I wanted it to mean something.
Well that was a few years ago. My son is heading for the Marines soon, and I needed to make sure this got done before I turned 40. The timing was perfect. The inspiration for the Tat is Thomas Hooper. He rocks. You should check out his work here.
Inked by "T". Photo by ME.
Until next time.
Lyn
There are so many things that I promised myself would happen, or that I'd accomplish before I reached 40. So I was thinking about the "list", and mentally checking off the stuff I'd done and prioritizing the things I haven't. I can probably write a whole post just regarding the list so I'll cut to one of the items in the top 10. The tattoo.
One day my son decides that he'd like a tattoo for his birthday. He is underage and therefor needs permission, and of course the money for it. Me being the wise ass that I can sometimes be decide that I'll trick him out of it. I wanted him to wait till he was old enough. So I tell him that he has to ask Grandpa for permission. I also, throw in the topper. If Grandpa says he can get inked then I will get one as well. Dad is old school, so I figure he'd have a cow. WRONG! Not only does he say go for it, but he is excited for him.
What the heck just happened? Are you kidding me. What happened to the man who freaked out when I put a second hole in my ear? How about when my brother pierced BOTH of his? Alright. OK. So people can change with age. He isn't as strict anymore. He is now the cool Grandpa. Grr.
This meant that I had to be a mom of her word and let him do it, but I also would have to do mine. Sigh.
Wait. Whats that I smell? A loophole? Yes, that's right ladies and gentleman I never said when or what for myself. Ha! Well I wasn't that abrasive. I just told him I really needed to think about what I was putting on myself. I didn't want some silly squiggle just to say I did it. I wanted it to mean something.
Well that was a few years ago. My son is heading for the Marines soon, and I needed to make sure this got done before I turned 40. The timing was perfect. The inspiration for the Tat is Thomas Hooper. He rocks. You should check out his work here.
Inked by "T". Photo by ME.
Until next time.
Lyn
Thursday, March 31, 2011
I feel.
Sometimes it's easier to say it with music. I'm not good at explaining how I feel to others. I fear repercussion, or somehow that I will be manipulated. I tend to shut down, and slap on that happy face for everyone to see.
It's easier for people to deal with. If you entered a room and saw a group of happy people at one table, and a mopey or indifferent person at another who would you want to sit with? Sure you can say the mopey one and claim to be that 1% of the general public that would actually do the right thing, but let's be honest here. Everyone initially heads for the happy table. It's easier. Your conscience is what might guide you to the lonely person.
Anyway, it's always nice to pay attention to those around you. Someone might need help, and just won't ask.
Caution: The following contains strong language, and profanity. Do not view if this bothers you.
Until next time.
Lyn
It's easier for people to deal with. If you entered a room and saw a group of happy people at one table, and a mopey or indifferent person at another who would you want to sit with? Sure you can say the mopey one and claim to be that 1% of the general public that would actually do the right thing, but let's be honest here. Everyone initially heads for the happy table. It's easier. Your conscience is what might guide you to the lonely person.
Anyway, it's always nice to pay attention to those around you. Someone might need help, and just won't ask.
Caution: The following contains strong language, and profanity. Do not view if this bothers you.
Until next time.
Lyn
Monday, March 14, 2011
Calling Angels.
I had this speech about how we are being punished for what we have done to Mother Earth and we are to suffer the consequences but, I don't want to lecture. Enjoy.
Sweet dreams.
Lyn
PS. I will not give up.
Sweet dreams.
Lyn
PS. I will not give up.
Saturday, March 12, 2011
Our time for Angels.
If you are not saddened by the events of the past year, month, or day you may want to check your pulse. We have been plagued with disaster after disaster in an alarming rate. Well at least to this one little human.
All the petty things that we worry about on a daily basis become small. So minuscule you wonder if you worried excessively..I worry.
In my times of worry , or sadness I think of Angels. I have been a fond believer in Angels for many years. If you play a sport think of the Angel as a Coach. If you like Arts, think of the Angels as Mentors. Even if you like machinery, I'll say cars for this purpose, you have an Angel.
Please everyone. Start the chain of hope. Think of your Angel.
Yeah. I did sound like a commercial, but nope. I did not get paid anything for this. I just believe!
Lyn
All the petty things that we worry about on a daily basis become small. So minuscule you wonder if you worried excessively..I worry.
In my times of worry , or sadness I think of Angels. I have been a fond believer in Angels for many years. If you play a sport think of the Angel as a Coach. If you like Arts, think of the Angels as Mentors. Even if you like machinery, I'll say cars for this purpose, you have an Angel.
Please everyone. Start the chain of hope. Think of your Angel.
Yeah. I did sound like a commercial, but nope. I did not get paid anything for this. I just believe!
Lyn
Monday, March 7, 2011
Just because.
Today seemed like a good day to share. Not that yesterday or tomorrow are any different. I just wanted to tell everyone that it's going to be OK. It's up to you how to interpret it.
I am a glass half-full kinda gal so I of course will find all the positive that derives from that statement. Pretty much...I make my own happy.
Today is your day to make your "HAPPY".
When you feel that simmering of impatience surfacing, step back, breathe deep, and if need be walk away. Come back, and smile wide.
If that doesn't work try reading THE BOOK OF AWESOME. It is a gooey book of feel good posts from Neil Pasricha. His blog can be found at 1000awesomethings.com.
No I was not asked to promote him in any way, shape, or form.
He does make me smile though.
The video is for my girl Cindi Lauper. If you do not follow the news Ms. Lauper calmed a crowd down in an airport after delays made some people a wee bit bitter. Cindi Lauper you never fail to come through "Time after time."
I am a glass half-full kinda gal so I of course will find all the positive that derives from that statement. Pretty much...I make my own happy.
Today is your day to make your "HAPPY".
When you feel that simmering of impatience surfacing, step back, breathe deep, and if need be walk away. Come back, and smile wide.
If that doesn't work try reading THE BOOK OF AWESOME. It is a gooey book of feel good posts from Neil Pasricha. His blog can be found at 1000awesomethings.com.
No I was not asked to promote him in any way, shape, or form.
He does make me smile though.
The video is for my girl Cindi Lauper. If you do not follow the news Ms. Lauper calmed a crowd down in an airport after delays made some people a wee bit bitter. Cindi Lauper you never fail to come through "Time after time."
Sunday, March 6, 2011
Spring Cleaning
Ah....I love the smell of rain. Cleansing all the crap thats been steeping. Be gone filthy snow. Leave this place, and come not again till next year. :)
Yeah I'm back. I have been out having fun. Building multi-colored igloos. Making the yard look like Candyland with Mom and the Zman. Hanging out with my niece Ms.V, and letting the nephews run wild with their cousin. Man life is good.
So I thought I'd pick up my pen again, and start to write. I just want to have a little fun, be creative, and forget about boundaries or normalcy. I'm just gonna let it flow, let it rip, and do what comes naturally.
See ya!
Lyn
Yeah I'm back. I have been out having fun. Building multi-colored igloos. Making the yard look like Candyland with Mom and the Zman. Hanging out with my niece Ms.V, and letting the nephews run wild with their cousin. Man life is good.
So I thought I'd pick up my pen again, and start to write. I just want to have a little fun, be creative, and forget about boundaries or normalcy. I'm just gonna let it flow, let it rip, and do what comes naturally.
See ya!
Lyn
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