Congress ran around screaming that the world was going to end if they didn't do something last week. In true Congressional fashion, they didn't do dick.
The world didn't end.
Now, they're screaming the world will end if they don't do something now. Will it?
The stock market dropped almost 800 points today. And that means... ?
My credit cards still work. My bank is still open (well, it was but it closed at 5).
Congress spent the latter part of the day arguing like children. That seems to be what they do best, no matter what.
I, for one, absolutely do not trust any of them singularly or all of them collectively to do anything worthwhile as far as assisting the country through ANY crisis whatsoever. All I hear is - "the democrats this and the republicans that" - waah, waah, fuckin' waah. I'd like to hear someone tell them to shut the fuck up and get back to work if things are that bad. Quit the interviews, quit the whining and complaining, quit being a bunch of bitches and get to fuckin' work.
And on a personal level, I'm not really sure there IS a financial crisis for someone like myself who lives within my means. There sure hasn't been any change whatsoever in my life from last week 'til this one - other than a Chicken Little who's yelling about the sky falling with a louder voice.
I'm glad the package was rejected. It can only mean one thing - someone, somewhere is paying attention to the fact that acting rashly just because panic hits doesn't mean that action will be worthwhile.
I work hard and pay my taxes. I do my part. I don't think I should be forced to pony up monumental sums of money to bail out some folks with insane wealth, just because they fucked up. I want to know more and understand how all the colorful pieces came together to create a broken picture. And I EXPECT Congress to do the same before tossing piled-high football fields worth of hundred dollar bills at it.
Monday, September 29, 2008
Sunday, September 28, 2008
Couple things
There's a few points to hit upon.
1.) Job satisfaction - right now, it's at an all-time low. I just don't have much positive anticipation when it comes to the day before heading back to work, like today. People are more of a pain in the ass, if that's possible. I didn't get paid my OT last week and i hope it gets added in on Thursday.
2.) Tomorrow's a new resident day. The next batch of residents starts tomorrow and I have my welcome speech to give. I really dislike doing the public speaking thing and fret about it every night before i have to sit down with them. I really don't know why continue to agree to do this - aside from the inherently perceived placement it applies to my status as one of the RN's there.
3.) The onus of the economic crisis has laid a pall over the heads of just about everyone. Every time i hear one or more of our politicians on the air railing against the others, or god forbid - two pols from different parties arguing like kids, I'm forced to acknowledge the fear I hold knowing they are the ones working on "fixing" this mess.
4.) I'm heading off to the gym soon. Delts and legs. Can't wait. Oh, and Dexter Jackson won the Olympia yesterday. That makes me happy for 2 reasons: 1.) Dexter's always in insane shape and his form truly exemplifies someone who understand how to sculpt a beautiful physique. 2.) Jay's a soft, poorly put together pussy. Sad he ever won, never mind having won twice.
Ok. Grace needs something to drink. I'll be back.
1.) Job satisfaction - right now, it's at an all-time low. I just don't have much positive anticipation when it comes to the day before heading back to work, like today. People are more of a pain in the ass, if that's possible. I didn't get paid my OT last week and i hope it gets added in on Thursday.
2.) Tomorrow's a new resident day. The next batch of residents starts tomorrow and I have my welcome speech to give. I really dislike doing the public speaking thing and fret about it every night before i have to sit down with them. I really don't know why continue to agree to do this - aside from the inherently perceived placement it applies to my status as one of the RN's there.
3.) The onus of the economic crisis has laid a pall over the heads of just about everyone. Every time i hear one or more of our politicians on the air railing against the others, or god forbid - two pols from different parties arguing like kids, I'm forced to acknowledge the fear I hold knowing they are the ones working on "fixing" this mess.
4.) I'm heading off to the gym soon. Delts and legs. Can't wait. Oh, and Dexter Jackson won the Olympia yesterday. That makes me happy for 2 reasons: 1.) Dexter's always in insane shape and his form truly exemplifies someone who understand how to sculpt a beautiful physique. 2.) Jay's a soft, poorly put together pussy. Sad he ever won, never mind having won twice.
Ok. Grace needs something to drink. I'll be back.
Saturday, September 20, 2008
From My Journal
I have no real idea when I wrote this entry I'm about to lay down, although the passage that follows this one in my journal says I'm 38. So, this was somewhere around 2 years ago. I haven't read through it prior to this, so I'll be re-reading while I'm typing. Just for the sake of clarity, I'm going to try and keep the text as close to the original as possible, although there's a chance I'll be doing a bit of on-the-fly editing, especially since I enjoy writing in my journal while I'm drinking and sometimes that leads to indecipherable entries, if taken at face value.
If I put some text within a set of brackets, like this - [ ] - that will invariably equate to added text / clarification I felt was necessary while typing.
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I really see the world in a different light than when I was a teen-ager and in my young twenies. I can remember feeling what I proclaimed as a "love" for people, wanting to believe in the idealistic fantasy related to the inherent goodness of mankind. That was a hard sentence to write and a hard belief / ideology to revisit. Let me try again. Indulge me, please.
I used to believe, when young and inexperienced and quite naive, that people, in a universal sense, as referred to as humanity, were inherently and overwhelmingly good. [I must have been drinking while i wrote this because the grammar is atrocious, not to mention the lame attempt at trying to sound profound. I hope it gets better, or at least a bit better clarified as I go along.] It was on the micro-scale, the minutiae, the individualized basis where one would find the negative side of being human.
Today, my eyes are open and the blinders are off. I understand that for the good to show its face, it has to start with me. I also see the large gap in my belief of people as inherently good - that is, my general dislike in the individuals I've met. [Ok. I think that what I was trying to get at here had to do with my understandig that now, at this point in my life, if I want to count on the goodness of man, I should first count on myself to show it. What I believe to be dsplayed in this small paragraph is a hackneyed description of - you get what you give. And I think the end of it has to do with my difficulty in putting forth the caring side of myself because of the frustration I often feel dealing with the never-ending onslaught of shitbags I come in contact with. It's a hard job, dealing with difficult people and it's very easy to lose sight of the basic tenet of being a nurse - to care for those who need it.]
Back then, as a teen-ager in a relatively small New England town, young college adult in an ultra-liberal western MA town and subsequent entry into healthcare with the belief I was oing to do what no one else had been able to do - help those, REALLY help those, who needed it. I was going to change their world, give them vision, be involved, "love" them all in a sense and show them tghat someone really cared. [This paragraph interests me for a variety of reasons, although the most glaring of which is the combination ego-driven, all-me feelings I held back then as well as the innocent desire and drive to change the world for what I considered would be "the better". There was little-to-no wiggle room for argument. I had a vision of sorts and wanted to make it a reality.]
Except for one, small thing - I didn't know who these people were. I didn't realize some of them actually fed off the caring of others, like parasites. I didn't realize how often people in the real world lied or manipulated (or how good they were at it). I was innocently narcissistic, lookingback on it now - narcissistic in the sense of my youth and belief or extent of confidance in my abilities. [I guess what I was getting at here had to do with realizing now how inexperienced I was in my assertions of readiness to take on the worst the world had to throw at me. I believed I was unstoppable, the seductively aggressive effects of a system overflowing with testosterone. The narcissism mainly has to do with the unflappable belief of - if want to do it, then of course it will get done. Eh - youth.]
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Well, not all of the enries in my journal are this scatter-brained. I promise. I guess I was still getting my "sea legs", so to speak. This was apparently one of those relatively "indecipherable" entries. D'OH!
There will be more as time goes on.
Thanx for reading.
If I put some text within a set of brackets, like this - [ ] - that will invariably equate to added text / clarification I felt was necessary while typing.
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I really see the world in a different light than when I was a teen-ager and in my young twenies. I can remember feeling what I proclaimed as a "love" for people, wanting to believe in the idealistic fantasy related to the inherent goodness of mankind. That was a hard sentence to write and a hard belief / ideology to revisit. Let me try again. Indulge me, please.
I used to believe, when young and inexperienced and quite naive, that people, in a universal sense, as referred to as humanity, were inherently and overwhelmingly good. [I must have been drinking while i wrote this because the grammar is atrocious, not to mention the lame attempt at trying to sound profound. I hope it gets better, or at least a bit better clarified as I go along.] It was on the micro-scale, the minutiae, the individualized basis where one would find the negative side of being human.
Today, my eyes are open and the blinders are off. I understand that for the good to show its face, it has to start with me. I also see the large gap in my belief of people as inherently good - that is, my general dislike in the individuals I've met. [Ok. I think that what I was trying to get at here had to do with my understandig that now, at this point in my life, if I want to count on the goodness of man, I should first count on myself to show it. What I believe to be dsplayed in this small paragraph is a hackneyed description of - you get what you give. And I think the end of it has to do with my difficulty in putting forth the caring side of myself because of the frustration I often feel dealing with the never-ending onslaught of shitbags I come in contact with. It's a hard job, dealing with difficult people and it's very easy to lose sight of the basic tenet of being a nurse - to care for those who need it.]
Back then, as a teen-ager in a relatively small New England town, young college adult in an ultra-liberal western MA town and subsequent entry into healthcare with the belief I was oing to do what no one else had been able to do - help those, REALLY help those, who needed it. I was going to change their world, give them vision, be involved, "love" them all in a sense and show them tghat someone really cared. [This paragraph interests me for a variety of reasons, although the most glaring of which is the combination ego-driven, all-me feelings I held back then as well as the innocent desire and drive to change the world for what I considered would be "the better". There was little-to-no wiggle room for argument. I had a vision of sorts and wanted to make it a reality.]
Except for one, small thing - I didn't know who these people were. I didn't realize some of them actually fed off the caring of others, like parasites. I didn't realize how often people in the real world lied or manipulated (or how good they were at it). I was innocently narcissistic, lookingback on it now - narcissistic in the sense of my youth and belief or extent of confidance in my abilities. [I guess what I was getting at here had to do with realizing now how inexperienced I was in my assertions of readiness to take on the worst the world had to throw at me. I believed I was unstoppable, the seductively aggressive effects of a system overflowing with testosterone. The narcissism mainly has to do with the unflappable belief of - if want to do it, then of course it will get done. Eh - youth.]
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Well, not all of the enries in my journal are this scatter-brained. I promise. I guess I was still getting my "sea legs", so to speak. This was apparently one of those relatively "indecipherable" entries. D'OH!
There will be more as time goes on.
Thanx for reading.
Lying in Bed
The other night, while I was putting together the second post about Nick's room, my wife was lying next to me, reading my words as I laid them down. She had a smirk on her face - not a nasty, cynical one but rather one of curious amusement.
"What's up?", I asked.
"I just don't understand you.", she said.
"Really?", I said. "What does that mean?"
"Just you. You're almost 40, married, have a respectable job and you're well respected. You're a father raising three kids, you have a house, a mortgage and yet, the top of your blog is a picture of you eating a whiskey bottle. You're like a teen-ager. I just don't get it."
"Oh. Not really sure what to tell you.", I said and went back to writing about Nick's room.
She laid there for a few moments and then wrapped her arm around my arm closest to her. "I love you.", she said. "So much."
I finished up the blog about Nick's room and then turned my attention to Trish, finishing off the night the way it should be.
"What's up?", I asked.
"I just don't understand you.", she said.
"Really?", I said. "What does that mean?"
"Just you. You're almost 40, married, have a respectable job and you're well respected. You're a father raising three kids, you have a house, a mortgage and yet, the top of your blog is a picture of you eating a whiskey bottle. You're like a teen-ager. I just don't get it."
"Oh. Not really sure what to tell you.", I said and went back to writing about Nick's room.
She laid there for a few moments and then wrapped her arm around my arm closest to her. "I love you.", she said. "So much."
I finished up the blog about Nick's room and then turned my attention to Trish, finishing off the night the way it should be.
Thursday, September 18, 2008
Nick's Room 2
Ok. I got the pics uploaded.
I just left his room, actually. I worked all day today and plan on hitting the gym tomorrow before I go to work again. Bi's and Tri's. Hell yeah.
I just went into nick's room with Trish so we could talk to him and tickle him and hang out for a little bit. He's such a damn, good kid. Anyway, here's a little slideshow of the space-scape i put together for him while he was in Jersey for the week with my parents.
Here's what the expanse of ceiling looked like before I got started. Pretty boring. There are a couple of light sabres on the wall next to the area I'm going to transform.
There's his bed and the blank wall behind him. My brother John is in the Coast Guard and has traveled the world several times on his cutter ship, The Munroe. One of the flags from the ship was retired and John saved it to give to Nick. It used to hang on the dead space of the slanted ceiling and I decided it would be better suited for the wall behind his head board. Hell yes. Note the Diet fuckin' Coke.
The mobile Nick built of the solar system - and yes, Pluto is still part of it. y brother Mike and his wife, Agus gave it to Nick for Christmas in 2007. They were here for the holiday and helped Nick work on it.
Flag has been relocated and now, it's time to start painting.
Believe it or not, the ceiling looked pretty badass just the way it was with the black - but then again, I'm sorta partial to black. Trish came in and snapped a few pics of me whie I was painting. Looks like you need to trim down the ol' waist, old man.
I added clouds around the top of the room, sort of a make-shift border. You can't see it in the pictures I took, but i bought some glow-in-the-dark paint and slapped a ton of stars in the clouds so that when the lights go out or the black lights go on, there are stars everywhere along the top of the walls. Yes, that's a sword above his door - sword of death, I think it's called. There are a few weapons scattered about the room - sword of death, a Braveheart-type sword, a battle hammer and the light sabres.
Here's a prespective of the mobile against the black, along with one of the black lights and the glow-in-the-dark stars on the ceiling. They're not glowing in the pic but you can see where they are. Now, I'll put up the pics with the constellations, just so it's apparent how this thing turned out.
The last pic shows the Pisces constellation because my son is a Pisces. Unfortunately, i don't have any pictures of him actually walking into the room and seeing it for the first time but he stared and tears fell from his eyes.
"You're the best parents in the world.", he said. And let's face it, as a parent, that's probably the best thing you can hope to hear.
Peace.
I just left his room, actually. I worked all day today and plan on hitting the gym tomorrow before I go to work again. Bi's and Tri's. Hell yeah.
I just went into nick's room with Trish so we could talk to him and tickle him and hang out for a little bit. He's such a damn, good kid. Anyway, here's a little slideshow of the space-scape i put together for him while he was in Jersey for the week with my parents.
Here's what the expanse of ceiling looked like before I got started. Pretty boring. There are a couple of light sabres on the wall next to the area I'm going to transform.
There's his bed and the blank wall behind him. My brother John is in the Coast Guard and has traveled the world several times on his cutter ship, The Munroe. One of the flags from the ship was retired and John saved it to give to Nick. It used to hang on the dead space of the slanted ceiling and I decided it would be better suited for the wall behind his head board. Hell yes. Note the Diet fuckin' Coke.
The mobile Nick built of the solar system - and yes, Pluto is still part of it. y brother Mike and his wife, Agus gave it to Nick for Christmas in 2007. They were here for the holiday and helped Nick work on it.
Flag has been relocated and now, it's time to start painting.
Believe it or not, the ceiling looked pretty badass just the way it was with the black - but then again, I'm sorta partial to black. Trish came in and snapped a few pics of me whie I was painting. Looks like you need to trim down the ol' waist, old man.
I added clouds around the top of the room, sort of a make-shift border. You can't see it in the pictures I took, but i bought some glow-in-the-dark paint and slapped a ton of stars in the clouds so that when the lights go out or the black lights go on, there are stars everywhere along the top of the walls. Yes, that's a sword above his door - sword of death, I think it's called. There are a few weapons scattered about the room - sword of death, a Braveheart-type sword, a battle hammer and the light sabres.
Here's a prespective of the mobile against the black, along with one of the black lights and the glow-in-the-dark stars on the ceiling. They're not glowing in the pic but you can see where they are. Now, I'll put up the pics with the constellations, just so it's apparent how this thing turned out.
The last pic shows the Pisces constellation because my son is a Pisces. Unfortunately, i don't have any pictures of him actually walking into the room and seeing it for the first time but he stared and tears fell from his eyes.
"You're the best parents in the world.", he said. And let's face it, as a parent, that's probably the best thing you can hope to hear.
Peace.
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Nick's Room
Ah, pretty decent day today. I got to sleep late this morning, which was exactly what i needed. Trish woke me up after she got the kids onto the bus and asked if I wanted to go to breakfast with her and her sister. i didn't. I wanted to sleep and she left, leaving behind a quiet house. I slept like a champ, opening my eyes at 10:50 to start my day. Excellent.
I got a few things done around the house and banged out a kick ass workout - chest and back. I'm still holding my own for an old man.
Anyway, Nick's room. Nick is my son, the oldest of my children. A year ago, give or take, he'd told me he wanted a Space and Sky theme applied to his room. I'd put together a fairly basic compilation of pieces over time, including a sparse scattering of glow-in-the-dark stars on his ceiling surrounding a planetary mobile he put together. I tossed a few trinkets around the room, like a lava lamp with an alien fetus in the center, a lightning disc, one of those Eye of the Storm globes and a black light mounted on the wall. But he needed something else in there, something to pull the room together and help to create an overwhelming sense of space inside.
One night about mid-Summer, i was laying on his bed while he was at his cousin's for a sleep over. i was looking around the room, trying to get a sense of what would pull the ambiance together, what it needed to bring out the space theme in a bold way.
The ceiling in Nick's room has an angled slant across from his bed and it was here my eyes kept returning. Something about that blank, square expanse was bothering me. It held the promise of a starscape, constellations, etc. It was decided that day I would transform the ceiling space in his immediate sight.
My mom loves every second she gets to spend with the kids. One of the things she wanted to do this summer was spend a week with the kids down in Jersey, minus Grace of course because she's not old enough yet. I took this as the perfect opportunity to do what I'd envisioned in Nick's room.
I thought I had the pictures in my computer to add to this post but i don't. Bummer. I'll have to see if Trish has them in hers and send them to my e-mail. Guess I'll finish this later...
I got a few things done around the house and banged out a kick ass workout - chest and back. I'm still holding my own for an old man.
Anyway, Nick's room. Nick is my son, the oldest of my children. A year ago, give or take, he'd told me he wanted a Space and Sky theme applied to his room. I'd put together a fairly basic compilation of pieces over time, including a sparse scattering of glow-in-the-dark stars on his ceiling surrounding a planetary mobile he put together. I tossed a few trinkets around the room, like a lava lamp with an alien fetus in the center, a lightning disc, one of those Eye of the Storm globes and a black light mounted on the wall. But he needed something else in there, something to pull the room together and help to create an overwhelming sense of space inside.
One night about mid-Summer, i was laying on his bed while he was at his cousin's for a sleep over. i was looking around the room, trying to get a sense of what would pull the ambiance together, what it needed to bring out the space theme in a bold way.
The ceiling in Nick's room has an angled slant across from his bed and it was here my eyes kept returning. Something about that blank, square expanse was bothering me. It held the promise of a starscape, constellations, etc. It was decided that day I would transform the ceiling space in his immediate sight.
My mom loves every second she gets to spend with the kids. One of the things she wanted to do this summer was spend a week with the kids down in Jersey, minus Grace of course because she's not old enough yet. I took this as the perfect opportunity to do what I'd envisioned in Nick's room.
I thought I had the pictures in my computer to add to this post but i don't. Bummer. I'll have to see if Trish has them in hers and send them to my e-mail. Guess I'll finish this later...
Monday, September 15, 2008
The Yankees
My parents bid on a trip to Yankee Stadium and won. It was one of those charity deals, where a bunch of prizes were laid out and whomever showed for the event was able to walk around and put bids in on what they saw. Whatever money was collected went to whichever charity the function was held in honor of, I believe. Anyway, my mom put a bid in on a 4-pack of tickets to see the Yanks play Tampa Bay - complete with access to the Sony Stadium club and access to some exclusive restaurant inside the stadium as well. Big shot stuff - and she won.
My mom was born and raised in Queens, NY and my grandfather - her father - was a die-hard Yankee fan. She told me of the times she would go to the games with him and how much she loved being there as a kid. Time spent with her father - what kid doesn't like that? She hadn't been there for decades and when she entered the stadium, it was like a small piece of her from childhood woke up with bright eyes, beaming from ear-to-ear with a ravenous quest to recapture the thrill of yester-year.
Myself, I was a Mets fan growing up. I despised the Yankees, as all Mets fans do. And now, living in Mass., I suppose I'm supposed to continue despising them because of the Red Sox - but truth be told, I'm not much of a sports fan at all anymore. or me, the fun in the trip took on several angles.
I went with my son, that's the biggest piece. We had a fun ride down to Jersey, having left friday night around 10 p.m. after I returned from work and got some stuff together. We had a fun ride down, Nick watching a movie while i listened to the radio. Then about half-way through the ride, we started chatting and really had a decent time just trading words. I even got to tell him all about how Trish and I met, started hanging out together and later decided to stick it out for the long haul. He soaked it in, the beginning of the family.
We even got to stand side-by-side for a bathroom break - the first father-son pissing on the side of the highway deal we've ever done. Yes, history was made between us that night.
We had fun in Jersey also. It's a rare weekend together in Jersey that we don't enjoy the time shared. But anyway, Sunday was the game.
The first thing Nick said he wanted to do was wear his Red Sox jersey to the game. I told him he could if he wanted to but to think about this - New York fans have been known to be nasty toward Sox fans, even kids. I figured there'd be a good chance I'd wind up in a fight of some sort if he wore it, especially as the game drew on and people around us became increasingly intoxicated. Ultumately, he decided to scrap the jersey but kept his Red Sox necklace on.
Our seats were pretty, fucking amazing. I'd never been that close to the field, hadn't been to a game in fact for close to 30 years - decades, just like my mom. Down on the bottom row like that lent a whole, new perspective on the game. Several times the ball was hit, especially into foul territory, it came screaming at our area. And there were signs all around that warned of said foul balls - that may be standard these days at a ball field, but it's not something I remember from sitting in the upper tiers when i was a kid myself.
There are 7 games left at Yankee Stadium before it gets torn down. The new Stadium is there, right across the street the old one and it looks like a Roman Coliseum.
So, the game. It was almost 90 degrees out and sunny, which kicked ass. There hasn't been near enough sun this summer, so sitting in it for 3 hours was a welcome endeavor - even though I got burnt to a crisp. Whatever. My son boo'ed everything the Yanks did for the first two innings, something i was sure was going to draw the ire of those around us. It didn't though, and after several texts to Trish about the day thus far, Nick was given the ok by Poppy (Trish's dad) to root for the Yanks because he wanted the Devil Rays to lose. A Yank win / Devil Ray loss would inevitably help the Sox advance. And that made the trip all the better because now, nick was able to really get into the game.
Yankee History was made that day. Derek Jeter tied Lou Gehrig for the number of hits made inside Yankee Stadium and the place went berzerk. He tied it in style, smacking a home run over the wall - even though his next at bat proved fatal in terms of actually breaking the record as he hit a ball right into a double play. Nevertheless, with the entire stadium on their feet, all 54,300 of us chanting "DER-EK JE-TER!", I had to reflect upon what it must have felt like, for him, to hear everyone chanting his name in unison - a kid who dreamed of playing Yankee Stadium now being celebrated in about as fantastic a way as could be imagined. It was hard not to get caught up in the emotion and momentum of the event.
Nick even wound up wanting a Jeter jersey after the game was out and I picked one up for him outside our parking garage from a street vendor. All around, it was just a decent, family day. That's my mom with him, by the way.
We shot the shit with the guy selling the shirts and he gave nick a free hat, which was awfully decent of him. And in turn, Nick gave the hat to Jackie, which was jusy as nice. Grace got to keep the stuffed bear they were handing out at the gate, a pin-striped white bear with a Yankee Stadium patch. A collector's item, for sure - not that that really matters. Grace was just happy to have the bear.
Couple of pics from inside:
The last one shows how close to the field we were.
Yanks won, 8 - 4.
And I won, for having the opportunity to spend such an awesome day with my son.
Jackie's Room
Awhile back, before Summer, anyway - I set out to transform my middle daughter's room from the drab and dreary yellow it was to something bright and fun. She's 8 and I'd asked her several times about what she'd like to have as a room theme since I'd already taken my son's room and began a Space and Sky Theme, and each time I asked, she'd said she wanted an Ocean or Underwater Theme.
I did some research on the internet, browsing both pictures of what others had done for their children along these lines, as well as various sites where I could purchase pieces of underwater imagery to include. In the end though, I settled for my own ideas, coupled with a few trips to places like Christmas Tree Shops and Spencer gifts to put together the look I had in my head. The result was, well - she loves it.
And here it is:
You can see how just plain UGH her room was. No inspiration whatsoever. It's enough to make your brain feel as though it's turning to mush.
The bed was a little better, I guess. At least there's some color and texture involved. Kind of like an oasis within all that drab.
This was the other thing - too much dead space. She deserved better. The plaster patches were part of the fix-up. Yes, she'd been living with cracks and holes in her walls.
And here she is, allowed to come into the room for the last time before I started painting, etc. She wanted one, final look out the window with her room the way she remembered it. I'm no Ty Pennington - but the difference is night and day...
Step one. The window wall. Just this alone took the room to a new level. I could already see life beginning anew within that one, small change. It made the room feel both vibrant and energizing - which just made me want to plow ahead with the rest of the task.
And now, for some pieces and a theme-coordinated bedset to enhace the look. Note the Diet Coke. Hell yes!
Dead space? No more.
How did she like it when she walked in? Let's take a look.
One of life's joys at this point in my own, is the ability to bring joy to my children. When it hits, there is nothing to equal that feeling of self-satisfaction. This pic sums up whatever i need to know about whether or not I did good by her.
And that's it for this post. There's quite a bit more catching up to do, though - and quite a bit of investment I still need to commit in order to make this countdown something like what I intended it to be.
I did some research on the internet, browsing both pictures of what others had done for their children along these lines, as well as various sites where I could purchase pieces of underwater imagery to include. In the end though, I settled for my own ideas, coupled with a few trips to places like Christmas Tree Shops and Spencer gifts to put together the look I had in my head. The result was, well - she loves it.
And here it is:
You can see how just plain UGH her room was. No inspiration whatsoever. It's enough to make your brain feel as though it's turning to mush.
The bed was a little better, I guess. At least there's some color and texture involved. Kind of like an oasis within all that drab.
This was the other thing - too much dead space. She deserved better. The plaster patches were part of the fix-up. Yes, she'd been living with cracks and holes in her walls.
And here she is, allowed to come into the room for the last time before I started painting, etc. She wanted one, final look out the window with her room the way she remembered it. I'm no Ty Pennington - but the difference is night and day...
Step one. The window wall. Just this alone took the room to a new level. I could already see life beginning anew within that one, small change. It made the room feel both vibrant and energizing - which just made me want to plow ahead with the rest of the task.
And now, for some pieces and a theme-coordinated bedset to enhace the look. Note the Diet Coke. Hell yes!
Dead space? No more.
How did she like it when she walked in? Let's take a look.
One of life's joys at this point in my own, is the ability to bring joy to my children. When it hits, there is nothing to equal that feeling of self-satisfaction. This pic sums up whatever i need to know about whether or not I did good by her.
And that's it for this post. There's quite a bit more catching up to do, though - and quite a bit of investment I still need to commit in order to make this countdown something like what I intended it to be.
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