Wednesday, March 24, 2010

Phone Calls and Peach Ceilings

As I mentioned several times, we live in a Log Cabin. Its a great Cabin and I mostly love it. What I don't love is the few walls that are Sheetrock instead of wood paneling. I don't love them simply because they are painted PEACH. Who paints their walls peach? Not me, that's who. And to make matters worse; the upstairs bedroom and bathroom had matching PEACH CEILINGS. Who paints a ceiling peach? An Idiot, with a capitol "I."

I became a rebel with a paintbrush this week and painted those peach ceilings white. You heard me, I did it. I loudly and proudly exclaim to the world that I painted those peach ceilings white, without permission from the folks we are renting from. Rebel? Thats me! Last night I was a very UNhappy B-Dub. Painting ceilings are NO FUN. Especially after 4 hours at the park and a strength training workout for my legs. I was hurting something fierce by 1:30 in the AM when I finally finished. Is this the face of a happy B-Dub? I think not.

As if I needed any other reason for the angriness, I was also dealing with this:

Stupid hours spent at the Park. : (

But this morning provided some excellent entertainment to distract me from my misery of aching butt regions and sunburned top regions. Littlest was chatting it up on this old cell phone my big bro Coolio gave to Oldest. And by chatting it up I mean having actual conversations, like "I love my family, but Dadda is at work" and "I have a puppy and his name is Chuey-baca," et cetera.

The second time she started with the talking on the celly I could have sworn I heard someone talk back to her. Impossible, there is no service associated with that particular phone. She couldn't have call anyone, Right?

Wrong. She was having a very merry conversation with the ever so happy 911 operator. You hear me, Littlest called 911 and filled her in on the status of each family member, including the dog; and talked about going back to the park, wanting to go to McCrappies for lunch, and how we have not yet brushed her hair this morning. 

Needless to say, that phone no longer has a battery. And, I am now convinced, my kids wish to cause me bodily harm in the form of busted blood vessels in my eye. Or maybe my ear, either way. Send help, Xanex, and blood pressure medication ASAP.

Oh, and just in case you are wondering what a peach ceiling looks like part way through its transformation:

It was similar to living in a cave. Badness.


  1. when you said PEACH, you really meant it!! holy crap!

  2. The ceiling pic almost matches your sunburn chesticals pic 'cept you're red and white whilst the ceiling is peach and white... just wanted to point that out to you....

  3. My son did the same thing, except he was only 18 months old and managed to step on the phone in the formation of 9-1-1 and we didn't know that he had done so until Johnny Law showed up at our door. That was a fun sunday!

  4. I do have to wonder what makes people choose certain paint colors. When we first moved into our house the entry way floor AND walls were fuschia pink which led into the the living room that had mint green walls and forest green carpet. Needless to say we painted immediately.

  5. My first childhood bedroom was painted melon, which is like peach only more so. The carpeting was the same exact color. I was only five when we moved out of that house, but I can remember that color like it was yesterday.

  6. Peach? Really? *gag*
    Good call on going rebel and painting!

    Also, you might want to invest in some SPF, you know what I mean. Ouch!!

    And the 911 call, hilarious! How funny is it that both your children have had close encounters with the cops...okay maybe not so funny to you but seriously, it is to us! :)

  7. Hahaha oh yeah.. Phones with no service still connect to emergency numbers don't they?

    A valuable lesson for all of us.

  8. YAY for paint...the peach ceiling is crazy

  9. FYI Fellow 911 Operator Mander found the call hilarious and wanted to know that it's happened to them plenty! DON'T EVER GIVE YOUR KID THE UNUSED CELL! =) One of the operators got a kid to give Daddy the phone by telling them that they had a delivery from McDonalds and that if they wanted their happy meal that they would have to give Daddy the phone...kid gave it up like no tomorrow! =) Hope you've learned your lesson..and have fun with the painting it's like my most least likely thing to do... =) Miss you guys!

  10. My chest looks like your chest from the sun! The ceiling looks so much better white! You crack me up with all the droplets of paint on your face,etc.

    I would SO help you if I was nearby!

  11. -Yucky sunburn!
    -Peach ceilings? yucky...white is much better looking!
    -911 calls? I totally did that just to prove to my mommy that I knew my address. I got in trouble. Then my mom told my aunt about it and she asked about it and I showed her JUST how I did it...needless to say, I wasn't allowed to use the telephones for a LONG time :)