Oh Glue Gun
How have I known of you for so long
Yet have kept my distance until now?
Yes, a home-improvement project united us
But don't be upset by that
Because now I understand that I shall never live without you again.
Your sleek design, and slender sides
Are delicate to the touch.
Glue hangs out your backside, but I don't judge you for that;
You were just designed that way.
I feel so powerful around you Glue Gun.
I am able to turn you on at a flip of a switch
And then you warm to me.
Not only that, but you get hot for me.
I feel like I could run the world.
What inner power I must have!
You are more powerful than the elements!
The Sun cannot melt your work.
The weather cannot make you freeze.
Water cannot dissolve your gobs of desire,
And not even fire can keep you from doing your duty.
I perch you upon your head-stand while you warm to my touch
You sit there knowingly
Knowing that there is almost nothing you can't do.
And that is what drew me to you:
You are confident in your abilities
And you are smoking HOT!
Fabrics and jewels, they bow to you.
Doll houses and decor, they devour you.
Fake flowers adorn girls head as an ode to you,
Saying, "Thank You" for making my wishes come true.
You are warm to the touch as I pick you up.
Slowly I squeeze your trigger
And you ooze with delight.
When I stoke you just righ,
You work consistenly and provide me what I need.
And Ode to you as you make my curtain wishes come true.
Oh Glue Gun!
Never again, will I live with out.
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Thursday, February 21, 2008
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
Paint to a New You - Part II
I woke up this morning a little confused. I slept in one of our guest bedroom and even though all my belongings were there with me, I woke up feeling lost. One of our guest bedroom is cave-ish insomuch as it's very dark (it has one window that looks out onto another person's roof that is about 2 feet away) and cold, whereas my room is incredibly bright at all hours (either a street light is glowing into my room or the sun beams into my eyes starting around 7am).
I didn't start my morning off the way I normally did; however, today is a new day for me to paint my way to a new me. What do I mean by this? I love remodeling. I dream of remodeling. I imagine the endless things I could do to Hoodstock (the nickname for our beloved house) with unlimited amounts of funds. So, I am getting to reinvent myself on a smaller scale. No longer will someone come into my room and say, "Wow, your walls are filthy" or "Is that a window I am trying to look through?" or "Yikes! Is this where you live?" or anything else of the sort. No one has actually said those things, but after today, no one will ever be able to say those things about my room (or me for that matter). I think your room or any other personal space one has says something about that person (this is by no means meant to be profound), and up until recently, I was living in a space that said "only for a little bit" instead of "this is me in my space."
But more to the point, I wanted to change my room, and I FINALLY have a weekend free to do it! Kevin and I have been at Hoodstock since mid-September and this is the first time we've gotten to do a home-improvement project. Yeah!!!
So there was lots of painting to do, but we went through it much quicker than we did with the primer. At first I was trying to be gentle and not splatter, and basically have perfect brush strokes, but today was a different story. I was over pussy-footing around; I needed to slap the paint on so it could start drying!
Kev did the walls and I did edges and detailing again, but it wasn't nearly as exhausting or draining as it was the day before. As the heat radiated from the radiator and as the tunes crooned from my iPod speakers, Kev and I happily painted away, enjoying the new walls and the new room.
As white swept the inner walls, white blanketed the outside. It was snowing so hard that we ended up canceling dance class. We made the assumption that the storm might not let up, in which case many students probably couldn't or wouldn't come. Since we have 2 routine classes, we didn't't want people missing the material, so canceling felt like it would be the right decision, which in turn lead us to calling half the student body to make sure they knew class was canceled.
Phone Tree
Kev and I had a pretty good system worked out and we motored through about 80 names rather quickly. We noticed that our messages became more concise the more we left, and that when we bobbled, it was very amusing. We'd also say the name of the person right as we were calling and hope the other person hadn't already called them before someone on the other end picked up.
We made some phone calls, had some Subway sandwiches, and then headed back in the Ivory room. It was already looking so much better. I was so pleased. We definitely need to do another coat tomorrow, but it's looking wonderful. I feel like the value of Kev's house has just gone up!!!
I took some pictures; hopefully I can get them up in the next few days.
Cheers!
I didn't start my morning off the way I normally did; however, today is a new day for me to paint my way to a new me. What do I mean by this? I love remodeling. I dream of remodeling. I imagine the endless things I could do to Hoodstock (the nickname for our beloved house) with unlimited amounts of funds. So, I am getting to reinvent myself on a smaller scale. No longer will someone come into my room and say, "Wow, your walls are filthy" or "Is that a window I am trying to look through?" or "Yikes! Is this where you live?" or anything else of the sort. No one has actually said those things, but after today, no one will ever be able to say those things about my room (or me for that matter). I think your room or any other personal space one has says something about that person (this is by no means meant to be profound), and up until recently, I was living in a space that said "only for a little bit" instead of "this is me in my space."
But more to the point, I wanted to change my room, and I FINALLY have a weekend free to do it! Kevin and I have been at Hoodstock since mid-September and this is the first time we've gotten to do a home-improvement project. Yeah!!!
So there was lots of painting to do, but we went through it much quicker than we did with the primer. At first I was trying to be gentle and not splatter, and basically have perfect brush strokes, but today was a different story. I was over pussy-footing around; I needed to slap the paint on so it could start drying!
Kev did the walls and I did edges and detailing again, but it wasn't nearly as exhausting or draining as it was the day before. As the heat radiated from the radiator and as the tunes crooned from my iPod speakers, Kev and I happily painted away, enjoying the new walls and the new room.
As white swept the inner walls, white blanketed the outside. It was snowing so hard that we ended up canceling dance class. We made the assumption that the storm might not let up, in which case many students probably couldn't or wouldn't come. Since we have 2 routine classes, we didn't't want people missing the material, so canceling felt like it would be the right decision, which in turn lead us to calling half the student body to make sure they knew class was canceled.
Phone Tree
Kev and I had a pretty good system worked out and we motored through about 80 names rather quickly. We noticed that our messages became more concise the more we left, and that when we bobbled, it was very amusing. We'd also say the name of the person right as we were calling and hope the other person hadn't already called them before someone on the other end picked up.
We made some phone calls, had some Subway sandwiches, and then headed back in the Ivory room. It was already looking so much better. I was so pleased. We definitely need to do another coat tomorrow, but it's looking wonderful. I feel like the value of Kev's house has just gone up!!!
I took some pictures; hopefully I can get them up in the next few days.
Cheers!
Monday, February 11, 2008
Paint to a New You
It's painting day!!!!!
I am so very excited because today is the first day real progress will be made on my room. It's going to receive it's first proper paint job ever (from what I can tell).
Yesterday I moved all my belongings out of the room: boxes, books, hangers, clothes, shoes, junk, etc. Thank goodness there are 2 empty rooms upstairs for me to stash my stuff in, otherwise I have no idea where everything would go! After that, Kevin came in and taped off the room. My goodness was that time consuming. I had been fantasizing about how easy it would be to paint my room, but there were so many edges and nooks and crannies; the amount of work seemed endless!
But the work didn't end there. No-no. We scrapped off the large paint globs that had been left, swept the floors, vacuumed, and then scrubbed the walls.
Yes, we scrubbed the walls. I didn't even know that one would do such a thing unless you had children and crayons or markers! But the walls were filthy and it had ot be done. The walls were still a depressing shade of baby blue, but much less dingy now.
Fast-forward to today. I got into some grungy clothes and Kevin got into his painter-suit and we busted out our new painter toys. We had rollers, extenders, sponge brushes, bristled brushed, primer and Ivory paint in an eggshell finish. I was put on edges while Kev got to use the roller. Honestly, I was a little jealous because I wanted to roll around the room with the big roller and make the major changes; instead, I was down in a crouch position dealing with molding. Sigh. But it needed to get done, and I wanted to do it.
As music blared, we hummed along, wiggled a bit, and made some serious headway with the primer. However, after hour 4 rolled around, we needed to take a break. I was feeling overly anal-retentive doing so much detail work, but I KNOW it had to get done. Man! All those edges, nooks, and crannies were really doing a number on my psyche. I was tired of looking at cracks and edges, but there were soooooooooooo many of them that were vying for my attention. Finally I had to say enough.
We took a break to eat and watched a little TV before returning to my space. Kev helped me finish up with the details and then we called it a night. Tomorrow we'll switch over to the Ivory paint and start the real transformation.
Yeah!!!!!
I am so very excited because today is the first day real progress will be made on my room. It's going to receive it's first proper paint job ever (from what I can tell).
Yesterday I moved all my belongings out of the room: boxes, books, hangers, clothes, shoes, junk, etc. Thank goodness there are 2 empty rooms upstairs for me to stash my stuff in, otherwise I have no idea where everything would go! After that, Kevin came in and taped off the room. My goodness was that time consuming. I had been fantasizing about how easy it would be to paint my room, but there were so many edges and nooks and crannies; the amount of work seemed endless!
But the work didn't end there. No-no. We scrapped off the large paint globs that had been left, swept the floors, vacuumed, and then scrubbed the walls.
Yes, we scrubbed the walls. I didn't even know that one would do such a thing unless you had children and crayons or markers! But the walls were filthy and it had ot be done. The walls were still a depressing shade of baby blue, but much less dingy now.
Fast-forward to today. I got into some grungy clothes and Kevin got into his painter-suit and we busted out our new painter toys. We had rollers, extenders, sponge brushes, bristled brushed, primer and Ivory paint in an eggshell finish. I was put on edges while Kev got to use the roller. Honestly, I was a little jealous because I wanted to roll around the room with the big roller and make the major changes; instead, I was down in a crouch position dealing with molding. Sigh. But it needed to get done, and I wanted to do it.
As music blared, we hummed along, wiggled a bit, and made some serious headway with the primer. However, after hour 4 rolled around, we needed to take a break. I was feeling overly anal-retentive doing so much detail work, but I KNOW it had to get done. Man! All those edges, nooks, and crannies were really doing a number on my psyche. I was tired of looking at cracks and edges, but there were soooooooooooo many of them that were vying for my attention. Finally I had to say enough.
We took a break to eat and watched a little TV before returning to my space. Kev helped me finish up with the details and then we called it a night. Tomorrow we'll switch over to the Ivory paint and start the real transformation.
Yeah!!!!!
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