Nothing to say

I got nothing today, people.  Nuttin'.  My brain is feelin' kinda fried and I'm thinking it probably has something to do with the fact that I stayed up 'til nearly midnight sucking in fumes while I painted my half bath RED!!!  

That paint has a serious strong odor and it didn't help that there is no window in there.  At one point, I remembered that there is an exhaust fan in there and C was standing there when I flipped it on and said he didn't think that was a good idea because it's probably not an explosion proof fan.

Come again?  A who?  He has to explain to me that with all the fumes....yada, yada, yada..it could cause an explosion.  Well, you learn something new every day and thank God I lived to tell about it. 

Anywho, I primed those walls first after removing the hideous ivy vine covered wallpaper and a gallon of red paint was not enough to finish the trim work.  Are you kidding me?  I don't get it.  It's not that big of a room but Lowe's, here I come again. 

I've been racking my brain over Mama Kat's writing prompts this week but just kept coming up blank.  Here they are:

1.) The popular girls.

2.) It happened at work.

3.) “How long until you realized you had no talent or patience for this? Tell the story (true or fiction) of trying to learn a new talent or hobby that you only pursued briefly.”

4.) “Who first told you that it’s not nice to stare? Write about a time you stared when you maybe shouldn’t have, or a time when someone stared at you.”

5.) Describe a happy reunion.

As far as popular girls go, I was never really what you'd call one of those because you actually have to talk to people to be popular. And as I told y'all in my Nostalgic Friday post a couple of weeks ago, I.did.not.talk.at.school. And I just really have nothing to say about the popular girls.  Let's just let sleeping dogs lie, shall we?

It's been 7 years since I had a job outside the home and in the last one I was half owner of a florist.  I left a pretty decent paying job for a big company in the city and bought into my friend's florist so I could take baby Devin to work with me.  I do have fond memories of tying a helium balloon to his little wrist every morning when we got there (once he was of walking age) so that I could keep up with his whearabouts in the shop. I would just look for the balloon.  At the end of each day, before we got in the car, he would let the balloon go and we had to stand there and watch it until it disappeared.  He was a great baby/toddler.  This never would have worked with Boy number 2, the Dracenator. 

Number 3, how long until you realized you had no patience/talent for this?  BaHaHaHaaaa!  This has happened to me countless times but here are a few things that come to mind...

*Tennis*

{I took tennis as a P.E. in college and I stunk at it BIG time.  I was, I think, the only one in the class who got a B instead of an A and trust me, that was a sympathy B}

*Scouts*

{Cub scouts...Dev and I are cub scout drop-outs...we started going when he was 6, or however old they are when they pump them up for it at school, and although we stuck it out for a few months, we just could not stomach any more of the painting of popsicle sticks and gluing of macaroni. I think he thought they'd be making fires out of twigs and hiking the ho chi minh trail.}

*Cheerleading*

{don't laugh, but me (the infamous shy girl) and my bff took a notion to try out for pee wee chearleading, back when you still had to "try out" and not just "sign up"...I don't think I need to tell you how that went}

This list could keep going but I've got to make it to Lowe's today before they close.

Number 4...staring.  I had the "it's not polite to stare" drilled into my brain so much when I was a kid that I absolutely do not stare and I hate to be stared at and I give my kids that speech constantly.  The creepiest staring experience happened when I was a teenager, sitting on my bed drying my hair when I looked up to see fingers gripping my window sill and a pair of eyes.  I screamed and he ran.  Years later, a guy who had lived in my neighborhood (who was calling me and I was considering dating) confessed that it was him.  Needless to say, I refused to date him.

And number 5, the happy reunion.  The only thing that comes to mind here is the crazy, flip cuttin' joy and excitement my dog, Dixie (who died last year at the age of 14), used to show me when I would return from a trip.  I've not yet left the two I have now for any extended period but I have a feeling they will be the same way since they can hardly stand to be more than 2 feet away from me at any given time.  In case I haven't mentioned, I'm a dog person! 

I can't believe I am still writing when I had absolutely nothing to say!  I'm late for a date with a paint brush so I'm outta here.  Y'all have a great day! 

Now go check out Mama Kat to see if anyone else actually had something to say today!