For me I get something in my head and it has to get done, even though a project is still waiting to be completed that I started months ago. Last summer I began painting my bluish gray house to a lighter off white color called Nomadic Plains with Apple Red paint for the fireplace and trim. Basically I got the whole front of the house done and some of the back even. Still half the painting is unfinished but outside painting takes time and I even can use the excuse that Wal-Mart stopped mixing paint colors so now I have to go get my little paint sample card matched at Home Depot, yeah yeah, I will get around to it one day. Then there is my daughter's room. There are three purple walls…well technically 2 1/2 that are actually purple and a half of a wall that still needs purple paint. The other wall is black and my big plan was to give it that zebra stripe effect. Ok, so my excuse is that if she doesn't keep her room clean why should I finish it. Ok, so maybe that's just what I tell her, I will finish that one day too!
So my latest thing was to give my plain off white den walls a kick of color and give ourselves an accent wall. I envisioned red since it is my favorite color, but I also got brown because I knew that the other half wouldn’t welcome such a bright color. As expected, he chose the brown but when I actually got to Home Depot I chose a reddish brown called Wild Manzanita and it didn’t matter anyways because he wouldn’t notice and besides you know the saying…Happy Wife-Happy Life. Then I got to thinking about my back yard and how I have neglected it. Though I have three monster dogs that don’t even reach my knees, I would still like it to be my outside oasis. Somewhere I can go after work, sit by my fire pit and read a good book while sipping a tall glass of almond champagne. Currently it looks like the backyard I would go to sit on a crate while drinking a generic beer! The one thing I hate about my house is that we have a chain link fence in the back and live on a corner. Everyone can see into our backyard which totally diminishes any thoughts of sunbathing-that was a joke!
So while looking for plants that would climb up the fence I thought I would look for bricks to make this whole new garden section I have planned out in my head-see, there goes another project. So my daughter and I ventured on over to the bricks. Aside from the boring plain flat and cheap bricks there is a brick world I didn’t think existed. Different textures, colors, shapes and sizes, wow-I was in brick heaven. I found a curvy brick that I thought would be good to take home and see how it fit in with my plans. I picked it up and turned to put it in my basket when KABLAM …followed by me screaming obscenities that rhyme with Mitt and Truck. A brick fell on the top of my foot/toes and actually broke in half when it hit my foot. I was in so much pain that all I could do was to jump around for about thirty seconds as my daughter panicked and called my son on his phone to come back to the bricks because mom broke her foot. I pulled myself together and gripped tightly to the basket, it helped ease the pain! The first person who was wearing their little orange apron that told me hello I barked at. I told them it was really unsafe to have curved bricks stacked and they looked at me as if I was crazy and said sorry. Before the end of my visit a manager took a report in case there was a medical claim. Needless to say after the trip the rest of the day was pretty much shot as my foot was mad it was attached for someone who had to be a do it yourselfer.
I woke up the next day sick to my stomach with throbbing foot pain-ugh. I could not be sick this day, I was going to the winery with my sister and some friends. I laid on my stomach for as long as I could and I even had to make myself vomit just to even begin the day. I had no idea what to wear and it was already sweltering outside. I threw on a cute black cotton dress and some sandals, swiped red lipstick across my lips and added some cute jewelry. Even though I was sick , I still managed to make myself look adorable as always (I’m so pretty) haha, inside joke.
So four girls began our trip to Temecula to go to our local wine country. My sister loves Wilson Creek Winery. We went there for her birthday and I absolutely loved it. It was like a peaceful little piece of somewhere I could envision myself in a different time as a different me. I told her I wanted to go there for my birthday as well, so she granted my wish. We got there and sampled all the different varieties of wine but for me on this particular day the champagne's fizzy little bubbles really did help my stomach feel better. We sat down for lunch and I ordered what was so wonderful the last time...Chicken Caprese Panini. During lunch the four of us girls talked and laughed and even cried about us, love and life. I felt like I was there with not just my sister but two other sisters. One of the girls kept saying she felt like we were in a movie because of the setting and our conversation. I totally understood what she meant. It was the perfect ending to a perfect day, like a perfect movie. As we drove home and got closer to home reality started to drift slowly upon us. Isn't it weird how away from home when we are in another place and time we are happy and the nostalgia of being somewhere else makes it seem like we are in a perfect place, but as soon as we get within 15 miles of our normal everyday life we start to almost dread going back. Back to the everyday routine of wherever our lives have put us.
As I sit here on the eve of my 38th birthday in the middle of my everyday routine, I am in a place I feel blessed to have. I have a family, we all have our health, we have a home, food and just what we need to be where we are with people in our lives to share it with. But this isn't a movie, it's reality. There are days I wish this was a movie and I was part of a different cast and then I think that's just me being crazy. Oh 38...where will you take me? Will my life forever me a drama with an essence of comical or will I one day live in the perfect chick flick romance...only time will tell...
By the way for anyone who cares...aside from my toes being an ugly shade of purple, the experts tell me that unfortunately Larry Parker can't get me anything because like my spirit my toes are strong and definately not broken or even fractured...ahh but to dream...
Farewell forever 37!
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