The Queen B

Why I Love All The Subcontractors With The Exception Of The Painters

So the painters have put us a week or 2 behind.

Thanks, painters.

Every time I go to the house, the painters are eating.

Donuts. 

Fajitas.

Something brown with sauce.

More donuts.

They've had a NASTY looking microwave parked in the house since their arrival. 

I assumed it was to melt paint or something.

Nope.  It's to heat their snacks.

For real.

I'll show you a few pictures.

I don't love showing the pictures because of my poor photography.  I tell you that every time, but my poor photography makes my color choices look heinous. 

Squint or something.
 

This is the master bathtub.  It is not a jacuzzi.

One time, I accidentally pushed the ON button on a jacuzzi tub and GAZILLIONS of particles of nastiness exploded onto my body.  

I've yet to recover.
 

This is a crooked picture of the master bedroom.

It is not painted.  Because the painters didn't come to work for 3 days.
 

The kitchen.  More specifically, the pantry in the kitchen.

Here's a little tale about my neurosis...  

I need things to be on 90 degree angles.

I don't really do well with things placed on angles of less than 90 degrees.

They make me ache.

The first thing that I told the architect was, "I need 90 degree angles, please."

The first thing I noticed upon receiving the plan was the pantry.

THE NOT 90 DEGREE ANGLED PANTRY.

I am considering it growth that I was able to move forward with construction.

Anyway, here is really how I'm dealing with the poorly placed pantry:

I'm accessorizing it.
 

Powder bath.  
 

Back porch.  Beams will be stained when the painters finish their buffet.

That's all I've got for now.

Tonight, I was trying to sneak up on a sweet little calf to take his picture.

Instead, this is what I got.

Who knew that mama cows could have horns?

I did not know that.

I'm sure they are quite useful.

Flying

Hey.

Remember me?

Really.  I never actually decided to take the summer off from blogging.  

Every day my intention is to get a post completed.

But then I decide that y'all are up to here with QB's posts about the house or the adoption.

And that is all I got.

So.  Because I miss you all (are any of you still there?) I thought I'd give a brief recap of what's been going on this week at The Palace...

Exciting stuff, isn't it?

Moving on...

So guess where I am headed today?

Yep.  The Palace is heading South.

Please pray for our trip today as we fly to Guatemala.  Though I'm much more excited than I was before our last journey, I am still a teensy bit afraid.

(I'm also a teensy bit medicated.)

I'm hoping to be able to post while there.  The internet is a bit sketchy...

I can't wait to share all the pictures and stories with you when we return!!!

Y'all rock.

Paint Delays, Cows & VBS

I know this will come as a shock, but the painting has been postponed until Wednesday. 

Though you can barely stand it, you'll have to wait for the results.

***

You may remember that I have a mild fascination/obsession with cows.

I could watch them all day.  

In fact, I suspect there will be days that I do nothing but stare at the cows.

Their ears thrill me.

Thrill.  Me.

So we went to check out the farm over the weekend.

Turning into the gate, I was immediately welcomed by the loudest mooing I've ever heard.

Constant mooing.

Loud & constant mooing.

We drove around the barn and I realized what was happening.

The calves were being weaned.

Oh my goodness.

The babies were on one side of the fence and the mamas were on the other. 

They were crying.

It broke my heart.

Some of them sounded hoarse from the loud & constant.

This is the worst picture known to man, but I need you to feel my pain.

We went back to the farm the next day and it was still happening.

Only now, the kids were acting out.

There was head butting.  Lots and lots of head butting.

The King thinks I'm weird.

***

And this is VBS week at our church.

Please don't judge me for what I'm about to share.

I mean it.

No judging.

I don't necessarily enjoy the VBS.

Well.  I don't.

Teaching is not my thing.

Guilt, however, is my thing.

There are never enough adults to go around.

I may have been a teensy bit grumpy on our way to VBS yesterday.  

The Princess said, "Mom.  Since when did telling kids about Jesus put you in a bad mood?"

"Um.  Today?"

I totally know that VBS is the only place some of the kids will hear about Jesus. 

Once I get there, I can get into it.  The kids are really sweet.  

Though they do touch you a lot.

But they are sweet. 

It goes by fast.

There are snacks.

Our church does a great job preparing for the week.

It's just the every day part of it that wears me out.

I do get to wear a toga/bedsheet.  Which means more snacks!

Don't tell me I'm rotten.  

Guilt is my thing, remember?

***

I hope your Tuesday is fantastic.

*I have no idea why this post's spacing has gone crazy.  If it looks nutty on your computer.  If not, then ignore this.

Weekend Recap: Mother's Day Edition

I have written a little poem.

School is over.

The plays are done.

The Palace is happy.

Summer better be fun.

Thank you.

Have I ever mentioned that I'm not a great poet?

I know. Where's the proof?

Anyway.  The Princess is officially finished with the 5th grade.

Hallelujah.

Her 2 plays are finished.

Hallelujah.

Her theater had 4 productions this weekend.

Yep.

Four.

She was a mouse in Alice in Wonderland.

Actually, she was a dormouse.

(I had to look it up.  It is a mouse found in Europe that hibernates a lot.)

Anyway.  She had fun and did a great job.

And it's over.

***

Thanks for the advice on the mirrors.  I'm now more confused than ever.

I'll narrow it down and we'll discuss again later.

The house is completely framed.  WOO HOO!

The view out of my dining room window is just what I'd hoped...

The cows.

I have a strange fascination with cows.

(I know, Jules, I know.  They freak you out.)

Wanna see a cute baby cow?

Or, I mean, wanna see a cute calf?

I think he's sticking his tongue out at me.

How sweet is that?

***

Finally, Happy Mother's Day one day late.

Just to prove the lengths to which mamas will go for their babies...

Look at the mammary glands on that girl.

OH MY WORD.

If you care about me at all, you will immediately enlarge that picture and take a really good look at those mamms.

(That includes you, Jules.)

They (It?) were (was?) swaying between her legs when she walked.

Bless her.

I hope you all have a better day than she's having.