Oh, wait I know what happened. I decided to spend some Christmas money on new blinds. That sounds simple enough I know, but nothing is ever what it seems with me. I found some new blinds I had really wanted and ordered them. They were so nice when they got here that it made me realize that the wall was kind of dirty. I decided that since I knew I should paint the wall that it would make more sense to do that before I installed the blinds. Then my brain apparently started thinking like the children's book If You Give a Mouse A Cookie, because it dawned on me that I really do not like my ceiling. My house has the horrid popcorn ceiling from the eighties that slowly, but surely my husband and I have been removing. It VERY messy to remove, think dust bomb exploding in your house. In fact, I become so covered in dust I leave footprints on the sidewalk when I go out for air and the plaster dyes my hair so white it leads my husband to call me John Adams for a few days. I now am scraping the ceiling of texture, repainting the celing, and painting the walls so I can install the new blinds. Of course, while I am at it the baseboards and ceiling fan should really go too, not to mention the pieces of tile that are cracked. The long story made short is it is now a week later and I do love my blinds.
This was actually part of T's present. He had been begging D to do it.😂 It only stayed around a short while. After throwing such a fun and memorable birthday party for T at the lake with his basketball buddies, we have decided to part ways with the basketball organization. I cannot get past that evil man being anywhere near us or people I care about. I did make sure to give everyone a fair warning about the evil man and they can now hopefully make an informed decision about their level of involvement with him. I don't think T's too bothered by it. He didn't want to play this year anyways, but I had originally really wanted him to be around his friends. I am not sure what we will do instead, but I know he is happy to NOT have to run. He hates running. I am basically just feeling completely defeated. I trust no one and have a complete LACK of faith in police officers and lawyers. I know my husband is a good officer, but that's about it and the count is on until June ...
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