Fall leaves at Poopsie

Shawn keeps sending me these great photos he's taking. They just make me miss home too much!

Mustacho Fantastico!

I never shared

Remember last year when all the ladies at work were doing cross stitch? I never shared the one I made for big, strong Shawn. Here it is, my fantastic cross stitch handy-work.

Back I go....

I just got home 5 weeks ago, and now I'm off again. So quickly. Too quickly. I'm heading to Denver on another mammoth road trip. This one is only 1300 miles. An easy 2-dayer. Santa Fe was 1450, so I should really count my blessings. Magic Flute deux, here I come....

when the color looks great on the swatch

Rolando came to town with the tour of Wicked. I haven't seen him in far too long; we spent the whole two weeks wandering around and fixing up the Poopsie house. Shawn and I went to see Wicked, and then picked out paint colors. Maybe not the best idea......

I have a green den now.
It's green. I mean, we intended on green. A nice, bright, fill the house with light kind of green. Or so we thought.

But really, all it does is scream at me all day long. Hello? I'm hhhhheeeerrreee. I'm greeeeeeen. Want to get anything done? Sorry, no. I'll make you ill all day long because I'm so omni-present. You won't be able to look at anything else because I'm grrreeeeeeennn. Between this and the animal acrobats that danced on the roof all night, it's a frickin' party over here in poopsie.
Crap. I leave for Denver in two days. This just isn't right. Stupid color.

Went for coffee with Kevin the other day. He was full of energy and somewhat spastic. At one point, he just up and ran away to climb these steps. Silly goose. He was goin' all crazy because we (Shawn, Mom, and Tommy) had just gotten back from Hawaii and I was all tan. I made the teeniest little remark on how pale he was, and he couldn't get over his poor choice of wearing black that day. Entertaining all around.

Oh, let the painting begin....

hmmmmmm. should the living room be blue? the den green? Oh, yeah, and the little nighttime feeders were back the other night. crunch crunch crunch. I made Shawn wake up so he could be terrified with me. Poor guy. Ugh.