Rock of the '80's

I'm taking a break from painting the master bathroom. Why is it that painting always takes so much longer than you think it will? In this case, the bathroom is so small and has so much tile you'd think it would be a half an hour job, one hour tops. Alas...not so. Our highly textured walls require at least three coats of paint -- they suck the stuff up almost as much as that horrible acoustic ceiling we had in our last house.

That's why I've just returned from a trip to Home Depot for more paint. The gal in the paint department took one look at me and knew what I wanted. It was then that I realized I'd left the house in my painting clothes.

Painting clothes around my house consist of whatever T-shirt and pants you're sick of so that you can wipe your paint-smeared hands freely on them. We wear them while painting, no matter how many days this requires, and then we throw them out. So, yeah, I was a sight alright, but who cares?

Anyway, we like to turn on the local radio station when we paint or do other home projects as they play their '80's music on the weekends and I just really enjoy that blast from the past. I don't know why people are always complaining about '80's music and saying it was a rotten era. I absolutely love it -- most of it, anyway.

My husband was upset that they didn't play any Judas Priest while we were listening. It was just a matter of time, honey.

Pizza's in the oven and I'll have to finish the painting by myself tomorrow, as hubby has to work. Not looking forward to that, but I want it done! I still need a wall cabinet and some curtains, and also need to hang some pictures. I have a lot to choose from, just having trouble committing.

I'm two weeks behind on homework (that's really just 2 assignments...) but I"ve been cursed with two teachers who don't care if I stick to a schedule. That is, as evidenced by last semester, a problem for me; they say, "Work at your own pace" and I hear, "Go ahead and go shopping, homework can wait."

Bad Blogger!

I'm a terrible blogger, with nothing to say that's fit to print.

It's been heavenly weather, lots of sun. Bulbs are popping up, purple and yellow; babies are popping out -- seems like everyone's due date was the same; and, I'm still under the weather from a lingering case of sinusitis.

Lots going on at work, none of which I can write about, sworn to secrecy and all that. At least I'm busy and still enjoy the work -- and that's about all I can say that's positive!

School's started again, new semester, three new classes, lots of challenge. I submitted a piece to my college journal for consideration. It's that poem I wrote, and it couldn't be more timely, as the subject, a dear friend, is going through a lot. No one could be more deserving of a tribute than she right now.

My son has just a scant six weeks of school left, then it's summer, he's another year older, and life is passing us by. He's ferverently wishing for us to adopt him a kid brother. I think that ship has sailed but I'm not sure.