Give this a shot

How Smart Is Your Right Foot? This is so funny that it will boggle your mind. And you will keep trying it at least 50 more times to see if you can outsmart your foot. But you can't!!!

1. While sitting, lift your right foot off the floor and make clockwise circles with it.

2. Now, while doing this, draw the number "6" in the air with your right hand. Your foot will change direction!!!

I told you so... And there is nothing you can do about it.

But it stinks of paint and Goof Off - I suppose a "no smoking" sign will be in order. But it looks good...and it only took 4 years

I would take a picture but it is smaller than a closet - I don't think me, the toilet, the hand towel, the sink, AND a camera can fit in there.

Time to think about Thanksgiving.

Loaded the puppies in the tub last night for a bath. Today I will get out the ladder to clean dog hair off the ceiling.

Heading to the grocery store in a few....I don't think I have ever seen the inside of a grocery store before 5pm. Lately, I don't think I have gotten out of my PJs before 5pm.

Then jump on Marta to pick up my stepson from the airport. Considered driving but in Atlanta any day before a holiday is bad enough, but to add going to the busiest airport in the world? Not just no, but hell no.

Last time Jus he was here he came a week before his 21st b-day. This year will be nice to catch some bands with him. Jamie Lidell is playing at the Earl tonight - looks to be a great show. We'll see how much gets done by 9:30. Hell, we may even get a wild hair and drag him to the Claremont Lounge to look at some seedy strippers.

Time to get shit going. I am going to start cooking this afternoon -house of 9 tomorrow. Biggie and Marc were asked to bring 3 chairs and 3 dinner plates. This may be a house of many parties - but they don't usually entail much sitting and certainly never dinnerware!

Oh yes, note to self. Get burn medication. Considering the cuts and scrapes from the bathroom excursion- I am anticipating (at least) one mack daddy of an oven burn.

Happy Turkey Day! Be nice to family, they will be gone soon enough. Besides, jail time over a long weekend just ain't worth it!

She can sure get more shit done than the punk side of me.

Blasted some Rusted Root and the bathroom is near completion. Off to put a coat of paint on the puppy. Clearly the person who added this bathroom watched a home improvement show or read a book and said, "well hell Martha, that don't look too darn hard! Let's add a bathroom!"

5,000 feet of silicone caulk removed

400 feet of latex caulk put in

1/3 bottle of Goof Off gone (and a REALLY high Chanda and puppies)

5 feet of stupid wallpaper border removed

2 old t-shirts filled with primer, caulk, paint and whatever else the Goof Off removed from the tile

too many 6" tiles to count that no longer have excess grout and paint from years past

20sq feet of drywall patches sanded

20sq feet of primer applied

2 boxes of bandaids gone - Marc claims I require a special insurance ryder for accidents. I agree

paint, roller and roller pan and another old t-shirt all ready to go.

I just submitted a proposal for a HUGE project.

It will (I say that to get the word out to the universe) be on a 12-month contract performing a software conversion, training 150+ people, supporting operations of the software and play IT director.

Whew!

The meeting went well - but when it came to my formal proposal, they scanned it and said, "we'll call you Monday"

::handshake:: ::handshake::

They are either sold or have sticker shock.

But when I lay it all out in my head, they would either suffer during this process by cutting cost (which they have already experienced) or they write a smaller checks, in larger check runs. And can I justify my price - I will need to invest in a colostomy bag because there will be no time to even poop in the months to come.

My references are off the charts and I know this shit better than my own home phone number (no kidding, I don't know my home phone number)

So I am crossing all phalanges and closing my eyes.

We have a full house for Thanksgiving and I've got some cookin' to do! So I am going to finish my (other) bathroom renovation so our company can pee in a nice space - and things will happen however they are meant

My funny bone has returned!

Rob said he felt a tugging on his undies while watching the hockey game last night and there she was, nestled between the cushions on the couch - giving him wedgies and laughing like a lunatic.

Anyway, I am now reflecting on people who have touched my life. Of course, my first love always comes to mind.

He was cute. Freckles and jelly stains on his shirt. We met in Kindergarten and it was love at first sight.

My grandfather still talks about him 28 years later. He even mentioned him when he did the toast at our wedding...he said,

"I suppose this means your first love doesn't have a chance. But Butch Pickle still holds a special place in my heart"

Yes - I had a crush on a freckled boy with jelly stains on his shirt named Buster Pickle.

My Grandfather liked the sound of Butch (over Buster) and from that -a life long family joke was born!