Foxy Friday: An oldie but goodie

Well Mark Harmon isn't that old... But still, in comparison to the others previously showcased. We'll just say he is mature.
Mark Harmon has always been hot. In the 80's he was the hottie with a soft heart in Summer School. That was probably when I fell in love with him. But as time has gone by, I think I like him better now. The older man fantasy is easy to see... if it includes him.
He plays Gibbs on CBS's NCIS. I watch the show because Abby Rocks! But he is nice to look at too.















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OK, now I really need some constructive criticism on the first chapter of my book. I am hard at work on the 2nd chapter, but I don't want to put all that work into it if everyone thinks it stinks. So please take a look at it and let me know what you think. You can post your comments there.

Routledge Chapter I

I Am Awesome!!!

Here is the before and after of my kitchen. Keep in mind I did the work myself. Hubby screwed the new drywall to the ceiling. And that was about it.

Go ahead, tell me how wonderful I am.














AFTER THE MISSY THE FANTASTIC

Foxy Friday Another Bad Boy

Can you imagine what the oh so yummy Orlando Bloom will look like in 15-20 years? I can... HOT. I am also inclined to believe he will look a lot like this guy...
Antonio Bandaras is known for his bad boy renegade rolls. I first caught a glimpse of him in Interview with a Vampire. He played Armand. Totally hot. And who can forget Desperado? OK, 'nuff said!

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Speaking of vampires... I have posted the first chapter to my book. I think it's going very well. Words are just flowing from my fingertips, ideas swirling around in my brain. You can take a read for yourself here...
Routledge

In other news, I would like to wish
Sexy Papa Happy Birthday.
Not that he even reads this blog, but if he did it would make him smile.

He doesn't like to have his picture taken much, so this one is a couple years old. Yep it's going to be a Foxy Friday.

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Tomorrow... My new and improved kitchen. I promise.

Working on it

Hiya. You all know I have been busy remodeling my house. I might have some pictures up today.

But I have also started writing the "story". I don't know how long it will be, so I can't call it a book yet. But I have always wanted to write a book. So I figured what the hell.

I have the first chapter rough draft. It still needs to be edited which I plan to do today. Then as soon as it's copy written, I will post a link so you all can take a look. I am having a hard time deciding on a name for the main character female in the story. Should I go with something romantic, or classic old English? Or something modern?

Maybe you all can give me some suggestions? She is in her early 30's. Very long dark curly hair. Kind of a thick figure. She manages an exclusive dance club and is taking a tattoo apprenticeship. Any ideas?

Foxy Friday, Total Yum

Presenting the oh-so-yummy Shamar Moore!
He plays Derek on CBS's Criminal Minds. I love Criminal Minds. Watching that show helped me pass a college final, believe it or not. There are some very tasty pictures of him on the internet. I picked some of the more tame ones.












Don't you just love black and white photos? I sure do.

OK, I have been really busy. Remodeling my kitchen has lead into the living room. I re-textured the living room wall. It was fun at first. I thinned down the drywall mud and slapped my hands in the wet mud to make tiny peaks. Can I just say: I didn't realize just how big that wall was? 10 hours later I was in some serious pain. I woke up this morning super stiff in my shoulders and neck. But... the wall looks great. I am in the middle of primer and I think we are going to paint it sand color.

I would love to post some pictures, but my house is still a wreck. So once I get everything put back together, I will be putting some before and afters up.

Well, that's it for today. Enjoy your hottie. I will catch up with ya'll next week.

P.S. I have been thinking about writing a book for a couple of years now. A vampire base with some mild erotica in the mix. Sort of an Ann Rice style thing. What do you guys think?

Random Tuesday

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OK, here we go, another Random Tuesday Thoughts...

Sexy Papa...You Did NOT help with the kitchen. I understand that you work all day. Fine. Good. I don't fault you for that. I used 3 gallons of mud to make all the repairs that needed to be done, including the ceiling. I sanded every surface, dusted and washed everything. I cut all of the paint, around every edge. So just because you rolled a couple coats of paint on the pre-cut walls, doesn't mean you get to claim "WE" redid the kitchen. Especially since I asked you to let me do it. That is the fun part.

Sorry about Foxy Friday. I totally flaked and forgot to post a hottie for the day. But in my defense I was pretty busy. And my kitchen looks great, so it was kinda worth the loss. I promise I will not miss this week.

Itty Bit's favorite new saying is "Any Chance". Keeping in mind that she's 5 year old trapped in a 3 year old's body, who thinks she is 16, I can't help but laugh my ass off when she says stuff like: "Any chance I could get a midnight snack before I go to bed?" "Any chance I can play Wii today?" Or "Any chance you could make pudding for dessert?"

Speaking of Itty Bit... My Mom is taking her to DC on Wed. They are staying for 3 days. She is mildly excited as she will get to go to the National Zoo and see the clouded leapards. I, on the other hand, am bouncing off the walls excited. I can't wait to have the house to myself. Is that bad? In true Hot Mama fashion, I totally plan to redo the living room walls while they are gone, but still?

I can't decided how I want to texture the living room walls. This house was build in 1953. The living room walls are pretty beat to shit. Sanding them down flat is not an option. So I figured I would just texture them. That would hide a lot of the imperfections. Now I want your opinion... Should I texture the mud with a roller for the "stucco" look, OR should I mud them flat and carve a faux brick pattern into the mud? I really like the idea of the brick, but that seems like a lot of work. What would you do?

He Thinks I'm Dumb and That's OK With Me.

I think broadly speaking, men feel women are not as smart as them. I have personally seen it on several occasions, but I won't get into other peoples lives.

Sexy Papa tells me I am the smartest woman he knows... but he doesn't act like it. I believe he thinks I am stupid. Well maybe not stupid, just not as smart as him. Even though I have proven this not to be the case more than once. Don't get me wrong, Sexy Papa is smart. He is a wiz at math. Can build custom furniture and cabinets with the best of them. As far as street smarts, well he knows when to hold 'em and when to fold 'em, if you know what I mean. But none of that means he is smarter than me.

This "project" has, once again, shown me how dumb he thinks I am. When we were first deciding on what we needed to redo our kitchen a descusion of screws came up. Drywall screws to be exact, and how long should they be. While in the aisle at Home Depot, we debated over 2" or 3". I said we should get the 3's because we didn't know exactly what was in the way of the ceiling studs. Better to be safe. He said, since we were using half inch drywall and what was up was probably no more than 3/4", a 2 inch screw should be fine.
Well fast forward to the day he actually puts the dry wall up, and guess what?... the 2" screws aren't long enough. I literally laughed out loud... at him... in front of his friend! Thank God his friend had 3" drywall screws in his truck. I might have had to kill Sexy Papa if that ceiling didn't get put up.

Yesterday I was working on skimming the walls with mud. A nice new even coat on a couple of wall that were old and had hairline cracks in them. I am sanding away, smoothing things out. Dust everything off and then wipe it with a wet sponge before putting another coat on. All of this might lead a reasonalble person to believe I kinda know what I am doing. He said to me, "You know everything has to be sanded before we paint. I mean not just what you have mudded, but every where that's going to be painted." I reply with a smile on my face, "Yes, and dusted and wet wiped. So that the surface is rough enough for the paint to stick to. And you want to wet wipe it so the dust doesn't hamper your work. Honey, you know my brother is a painter right? I have done this more than once."

I may not be a drywall guy or a painter, but I CAN do it. I don't like to but I know how. I mean, I have worked on a construction crew before. I have also worked with my brother. I have actually been paid to paint murals on walls before. Everyone else seems to think I am capable of this, why doesn't he?

I usually say that "he thinks I'm stupid, and that's OK with me." I find it an advantage when one person underestimates the other. When we "debate" over unimportant things, ( What some political person said) and I know it's not going to be resolved, I just say "OK Dear". It's enough for me to know I'm right. I hold a strong believe to Not Argue Over Dumb Shit. It's more important that everyone is happy. I gernarally get a kick out of shocking him, because he thinks I am stupid. This was a lot more fun when we were seperated. I held a "Go ahead and think I'm dumb all you want. It will only be that much more of a slap in the face when you realize you've been had."

Now-a-days it isn't so much of a satisfaction, more like an annoyance. So I guess I brought the whole kitchen thing on myself. Maybe one of these days he will figure out, more like it will hit him like a ton of bricks, that I am pretty smart. I can hold my own. I know what I am talking about. I might have a point.

PS: If it doesn't stop raining soon, I may be forced to do something drastic. Like duct tape my kids to a wall, or at the very least... go shopping with money we don't have to cheer myself up!

Random Tuesday, The kitchen edition.

OK, you know the deal by now... I hope. Every Tuesday, us dorks, um I mean blog freaks, um I mean, literary geniuses participate in Random Tuesday Thoughts. You can link up over at The Un Mom.

I seriously thought inhaling your food was a habit most people pick up with the onset of Motherhood. You know... trying to eat your dinner while it's still warm and before the baby starts crying. I developed this habit when my oldest was a baby. She had a knack for screaming as soon as dinner hit the table. But DQ inhales her food, as though preventing World War 3 depends on it. This worries me.

Joint compound is great stuff. I am not the only one who thinks so. Besides the traditional applications, and faux decorative applications, it makes a great baby sitter while you mud your wall. Just ignore the mess around Itty Bit. I am remodeling my kitchen remember?





Speaking of mudding walls... Now I remember why I don't work construction anymore. I used to be the only girl on a rowdy construction crew. Yeah I have had a lot of interesting jobs, but that's another post. I quit the construction job when I almost fell backwards off the front of a house, while hanging a second story window. It was good money, but it occurs to me that construction work sucks. This is no fun, and I can't wait to be done!!! I am half tempted to roll the wet mud with a paint roller, so it doesn't have to be sanded. I could call it textured.

On the upside, my kitchen looks a whole lot bigger with nothing in it, and all the appliances moved. We are redoing the whole kitchen, moving cabinets and appliances. (NOTE TO SELF: find someone to run a 220 outlet to new stove wall.) After I get my pretty Mocha Mist on the walls, and everything put back it should look great.

Well that is about all the randomness I have in me today. I am consumed with this kitchen, and can't really think about anything else. I'll catch up with you guys later. Back to mudding the walls. sigh

Our US economy

We are responsible for making this work. Here is a link to another blogger, and a very simple way to get our economy a kick in the ass it needs.

http://schiranotriplets.blogspot.com/2009/05/350-project.html

Thats all for today. Have to get back to mudding my kitchen.

Foxy Friday More Super Heros

Well today we will continue with out (mostly) super hero theme. A couple of weeks ago, when profiling Justin Hartley I mentioned Tom Welling, and here he is.

Tom Welling plays Clark Kent, AKA Superman, on Smallville (CW). I like his boyish charm. He has that "boy next door" look about him. Also, for some strange reason, I am attracted to his teeth. All the better to bite you with my dear? Who knows.

WARNING: If you decided to, say, do your own Internet search for Tom Welling... Beware, there is some very disturbing porn associated with the name. Not having anything to do with him, I don't think.

Anyway, here you go ladies



Hot eyes AND a devilish grin. We are all in trouble now!



Kind of muscular.



See, boyish charm!



The required half naked picture.



I like the more "candid" shots better.



And here he is with Justin, AKA Green Arrow. Also very hot!

Now on to life...
I. Am. Tired!!! AND... I am tired of being tired. I got everything mailed out that had to go out last week. Well, I sent it with Sexy Papa so he could mail it. But that still counts right? Not that there are any orders in there. But other things that needed to be sent. Anyway, I don't know if I am still tired from my trip or what. I could sleep all day.

My SIL says it could be depression. I don't have a whole lot to be depressed about though. When I look at my life, I feel blessed. Especially with the state of our economy. My husband is employed, at a fairly well paying job. My children are healthy. We have the food and shelter we need. I really have nothing to complain about.

But still... I am just bummy. I know that I am feeling like a failure as far as my business goes. I haven't really done any business since Christmas. That's a long time for me not to have any real projects. And... I know it's not my fault. The economy is crap. I am not buying things I don't really need. Why should I expect anything different from my customers? I know that it will get better, in the long run. But what do I do until then?

Also, I feel like I can't keep up with my house, and I am ready to give up that battle. I also can't figure out why I am having such a hard time keeping up. I am a stay at home mom. And as I just mentioned, I don't have any "work" right now to keep me from my house. But... No one around here seems to give a shit what the house looks like, why should I? Well, because I get gloomy when the house is a mess. Kind of like a catch 22 at this point. I am gloomy because the house is dirty, but too gloomy to do anything about it. Mostly because I know it won't last the day. I feel a strike coming on.

Maybe I will feel better when my kitchen gets fixed. It was supposed to happen this weekend, but now Sexy Papa has to work on Sat. I can't hang sheet rock on the ceiling by myself. I have my fingers crossed for Sunday, but I know it's not likely.

So as much as I would love to entertain everyone today, with wit and humor, it's just not in me today.