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Previous journal entries:
4/9/2002:
Good Friends and a Weekend Getaway
1/30/2002:
Runaway Day
1/19/2002: Ready to walk
12/16/2001: Ornaments
12/6/2001: Galpals
9/25/2001: Flags
9/7/2001: BabyBabyBaby
8/9/2001: Moving
6/25/2001:
Sleeping through
the night
6/21/2001: Why Website?
Time Insanity
Maybe it's just me, but lately life seems to be flashing by in a weird Twilight Zone of alternately interminable stretches of time spent waiting for twin toddlers to wind down enough to go to bed and quick flashes of time when I can actually Get Things Done.
I've started so many projects in the last few months, yet finished none of them. Journal entries are only a subset of the unfinished projects. I guess either I have no long-term memory left or by the time I get back to them, it's impossible for me to believe that anyone else could possibly be at all interested in my stupid Journal, so I give up on it. Well, By God this one's going to get finished. I am a woman on a mission, even if it's just to whinge about my inability to finish a damn thing.
Chuck and Samn have had a baby. A wonderful cute boy named Andrew. Chuck claims that the kid will be calling himself "Dwew" for years. Chuck and Samn made a stop motion video of Samn as the Energizer Bunny when she was nine months pregnant. Scarily, it really looks like the Energizer Bunny (her tummy is the drum). They also made a video of a giant eight-foot green stuffed octopus wandering drunkenly down their driveway, but that's another story. So we've known Chuck for over twenty years now, from our college days in Davis. I've stuck in a sketch I did of Chuck from years ago so you can get a feel for his personality. He's pure mischief, really. Samn smilingly listens to his enthusiastic appreciation for all things female and his tendency towards wild tales of adventures that could only happen to Chuck. She has a wry, sly sense of humor that I wish I could emulate. They're great with Casey and Riley. So now they have a kid... Man, what a cool set of parents for a kid to have.
I've been making cards to send to everybody to say thanks for the weekend getaway, but the sad fact is that it's taking me forever to finish them because I end up wanting to add notes to all of them and I keep getting interrupted. By the time I actually send them out everyone will have totally forgotten they even helped us go.
I'm in the midst of painting the boys' room. It's been the same ever since we moved into this house ten or more years ago (yeesh, that it's been that long!) and it wasn't bad; white walls, a striped wallpaper and red trim with a truly abysmally bad stencil of crayons on the wall. I'm painting the upper half and the ceiling sky blue, hopefully to add clouds later, and the bottom half is a light spring green, hopefully to have a grassy looking texture added. I want to paint a mural on one wall of green hills with oak trees. When Paul saw the green he hated it and asked why I was painting their room puke green. Well, it's not "puke green"; it's a lighter spring green. Puke green has more yellow and ochre in it, and is considerably darker in tone. But anyway. Once he found out I wanted it to look like grass, he was willing to give it a chance. It was okay as long as it was a base color and represented something, but not as a color by itself. Odd, I thought. We'll see how the painting progresses. I took a few photos for before and after, to use later when it's all done and gorgeous. (yeah, right.)
Anyway, painting rooms entails many trips to the hardware store for supplies, paint, ideas, and generally trips Out Of The House with the boys. For some reason the lighting and ceiling fans really excite them. We've taken to rolling up and down the ceiling fan aisles multiple times per trip with them looking up and excitedly grunting (loudly). You'd think they were at Disneyland or something. I've had people come into the aisles just to see what all the commotion was about; I think they really expected to see people having wild sex or something. Wonder if they're disappointed to see two little boys in a cart waving and pointing and grunting wildly?
Well, must go. The boys are restless and it's time for an outing for all our sanity. I'll probably take them to the park and be alarmed at how they're climbing and running around and how there's only one of me and two of them going in all directions.
