James! I need you to come home right now!
I may have locked myself in the bathroom.
Ok, I'll come in.
And Trevin is on the other side of the door...
He was home within 2 minutes and basically told me to put the door knob peg into the door and turn the handle just like you would normally. Why didn't I think of that? Because I'm a woman. That's why. I'm not being sexist, I'm just stating the truth. We tend to over exaggerate situations of panic and look for the most extreme solution. Don't try to deny it. Anyways, Trevin and I were reunited and I thanked my husband for being kind and understanding. He didn't laugh at me (to my face), he didn't get mad at me (to my face), and he saved me. You think he's great now? Just wait til you hear what I did next...
Quick side note: I can imagine my Dad's and father-in-law's reactions after hearing this story. Sometimes I feel like such a failure. I mean, I enjoyed school and I did well in all of my classes, but sometimes I suffer majorly in the common sense department. I hope they aren't too embarrassed to call me their daughter.
So the bathroom door knob was really embarrassing, but so is the next story. I bought paint to repaint one bedroom that will eventually be Trevin's when he's grown out of the nursery. The room is currently pink and has wallpaper on 2 walls. (I know that everyone just cringed. No one likes to hear the word "wallpaper." Terrifying.) Anyways, last night, I decided that I was going to start removing the wallpaper. I looked up some good tutorials and started wetting the walls with a fabric softener/hot water mix. It took me 1/2 hour to do a 4 inch circle. It was a slow process. But then I discovered that there were multiple layer of...something. I peeled up the next layer to check it out and amazingly, it started pulling up so easily! Foot long pieces at a time! It was a miracle! Except... I was pulling up the sheet rock or something, I'm still a little fuzzy about the details, but I guess I wasn't supposed to touch it. Friends, family, and everybody else, this is bad. Look at what I've done.
I think I messed up. But (insert a long explanation and excuse as to why i just ripped up the wall.)
Well, you might have taken an extra layer off.
So, what do we do?
I think we will just have to re-sheetrock it.
I'm so sorry.
It's ok, it's not that bad.
(Exaggerated hand gesture and eye roll.)
It's that bad. I'm sorry.
I've made mistakes too.
You are being way too nice to me today.He then helped me with the rest of the wall and continued to make me feel better about my mistake. He is the nicest man I have ever met. After a day like yesterday, I am happy to sit and blog today. No house projects for me! I think they are putting in our new front door tonight, I'll make sure that I am FAR away from the action.
|Oh just eating a little corn...|
He's also become quite the social butterfly. He takes the liberty to say hi to random people in the store or at the restaurant. They will then stop and say hi, and he will start telling them a story. He also tells jokes. He will get serious and say something to you, then suddenly cover his mouth with his hand and giggle. It is priceless. You'd be amazed at how long an adult will stand and listen to a gibberish-talking toddler. They all say the same thing to me, "You've got a little talker!" Yes, trust me, I know.
The beginning of August brought Stockham BBQ time! It is a glorious time of year.
We had a grand time. I played glow ball Friday night and we enjoyed the BBQ and dance on Saturday.
We were also able to help the band sing "The Cover of the Rolling Stones" by Dr Hook. It seems to be Stockham's theme song. I've had the privilege of singing this song with a band on stage 3 times over the years. They were all incredible, but this one was certainly special. If you are bummed that you didn't hear it live, you can go to my facebook page and check it out. It was a highlight of the year. Now a little advice for those of you that have never hopped on stage to sing with the band, when you grab the mic, you can't hear yourself sing. So it usually ends up as just a bunch of yelling into the mic. I can only imagine what the lead singer is hearing in his earpiece.
We've started to really clean out our basement in hopes of construction this winter. James found his dad's old bee keeper suit. Watch out bees, this one's got a sting.
School has officially started for most kids. And I am not one of them. Many people have asked me if it feels weird, and honestly, I think it is just now starting to sink in. No more classes, no more expensive books, no more homework, and no more summer break. I'm on summer break for the rest of my life. Mind blown. So far, I love it! But I do miss the reading. I was constantly reading during school, whether it be text books, research information, or a recreational book for in between classes, I filled my brain. I've noticed that I haven't picked up a book since school let out. So that is definitely on my list for fall and winter. Now for all of you that are reading this, but should be doing homework, just know that your day will come. It will all be worth it. Stay gold, Ponyboy.
The beloved Christian Resource Center lodge has officially been demolished. There is now a huge hole where the basement will be poured. Quite a change in scenery.
|How touching is this?!|
I came across this gem. This was James' 17th birthday. We had been dating 1 month. We were babies. I can't believe that 6 years have passed since this picture, so glad this man has been by my side the entire time!
And here's us now!
Receiving forgiveness, growing on the farm...