Thursday, June 5, 2008

Antsy Pants

I have ants in my pants. I am not a sit back and wait kinda girl. I cannot stand it to have an unfinished project. As you can deductively reason, moving and this personality flaw tend to clash like oil and water...like Jennifer and Brad....like shrimp and pickles....like kelly green and periwinkle...I think you get the pic.

I put post-it notes in all the different places I wanted to hang things and then yesterday the forces of the gods overtook me and I could not handle it anymore. I went and grabbed my utensils (or is it tools?) I would need to embark and survive the journey of picture hanging. I mean seriously, how hard can it be?

Here were my bare essentials -- nails, hammer, ruler thingy, and Dr Pepper lip gloss....ahhhhh. I was missing a level and stud finder -- but let's face it shall we? I am quite the stud finder all by my lonesome self.....ha ha ha ho ho ho hee hee giggle giggle snort. I started with something I thought would be easy and simple and no problemo.....
I had to take the nails and out rehammer a couple time which left a few holes in the wall, but they were small...minute...miniscule.... hardy noticeable to the untrained eye...a termite would make a bigger hole...Then the nails started to bend a bow and not do the proper job function that I was expecting. Come on little nails...you an do it. I did a little chant for them...You can do it...You can do it...I am here to Pump...you up... Go Go Go! I told the kids not to walk under this until IJ got home. Just in case. Indiana Jones came home, sighed a heavy sigh, rolled his eyes, got a ladder and the right utensils(Like wall anchors....Psfsh...Who has ever heard of those???) and fixed it. And then while he was up there.....There were a few more items up for bid.
And pretty soon we were rolling...And he bestowed his loving gaze upon me and said in the calmest voice he could possibly muster, "Please do not hang anything without me ever again, okay?" What is he really trying to say? Sometimes his messages are so unclear.
Now those curtains? I know, I know....I will get to them....cut me some slack. And the lighting will be hung soon. Maybe I can do that tomorrow...that is not really "hanging".
(PS This pic is like a Where's Waldo. If you make it big enough you can see my wedding pic and my HUGE 90's hair. I was such a BIG hair girl.)
What do you think he meant by "Do not hang ANYTHING?" You think I could do some stuff in the bathroom at least? I am just sayin....I have ants in my pants.

6 comments:

theotherblonde said...

I dont think he really meant "don't hang anything", I think he just meant the big stuff that is too heavy to balance with one hand.! How much trouble could you get into in the bathroom? Like we have all day to wait for them to get home. I don't think so!

hope4grace said...

OMG, just about had a nervous breakdown........I need to shop at your house. I love wrought iron and clocks. Seriously my house is full, but I'm missing some....like yours.....where oh where do I get those lovlies.....

Erin said...

Hey, I found your blog from Kim's. I am a teacher, too! Nice job with hanging the pics. Yeah, that is so my hubby's job in our house! Hammer, nails?!?! What are those!

3SonsAreMyLove said...

I think you should do a blog about your wedding hair...I mean pictures :)

Also, while reading your blog tonight another song came to mind...

I am woman hear me roar....

hope4grace said...

Hey you, tagged you over at my place.....come visit

marchelle said...

LOVING your station clock! got one myself, only not exactly the same.
and can i just say that i love your blog? you are my soul-sista, i think. i've been stalking you for a few days now and i've decided that we are long lost relatives.