Life Goes On

The bedroom is coming along nicely. It's completely prepped. I helped Adam this morning tape paper over the windows, tape down drop cloths, and tape up various things such as doorknobs and vents. (no that picture is not our room)

Our son in law is here today giving it the final sanding. He's been in and out helping us with patching the walls and sanding them. When he leaves in a bit Adam is going to start priming the woodwork which shouldn't take long at all. Tomorrow we'll paint the walls and then start painting the trim if time allows. I hope to be completely done and just waiting on the furniture by Wednesday.

Last night we went shopping. We found drapes that are going to be perfect. They were on sale which was nice. It was a buy one get the other one for a buck. The rods are nice too. We've always had plain old rods but these look like pewter sort of with leaves on the end. The curtains are a mix of burgundy, green, and deep gold. The print is a floral plaid combo sort of.

We found a bedspread on the Internet. It should be perfect. It's a solid deep olive green. (yup, that's the one we ordered) We got a few throw pillows in burgundy and gold. We need a lamp. That's all we need to finish it off as far as I'm concerned.

Well, my son in law just left so I guess I better get off my butt and go back to helping Adam. I'm not sure if he'll trust me with a paintbrush or not. It's not my favorite thing in the world to do and I'm not all that good at it but I certainly don't want him feeling like he has to do everything.

Spanking? Oh yeah. Spanking. Adam keeps threatening. In fact he left me a note yesterday that said he wanted to spank me today if I was feeling up to it. I'm physically up to it. No problem.

Mentally? My mind is in a million places. I keep failing medical tests and that is very disheartening because it means MORE tests... MORE hoops. I failed my bone density test. I failed my PAP and yesterday I found out I failed my mammogram. I'm quite sick of it all. She did more extensive tests where the PAP is concerned and I'm off the hook there till December. On Monday I have to go for a sonogram of the right boob. I'm sure it's nothing but you know how these medical people are. They have to make sure. Sometimes I think they think "Oh, lookie here... good insurance... let's milk it."

Anyhow, I admit that mentally I'm in a million places these days. All I really want to do is finish the bedroom, curl up on my new bed, and watch a baseball game on TV.