Sea Serpent Blue

David is going to be surely glad when I go back to work.  Because, when I am teaching, that is all I have the energy for.

Teaching.  That is it.

But right now, I am on *summer break* and have been all inspired since we fixed up that rental.  And instead of being sad that the house I like so much is being sold, I have decided I am going to fix up some stuff around THIS house.

And David is still working, still farming, still sporting a cracked rib, and added a broken finger to the mix.  David is not on Pinterest.  But I am.  I am on there a lot.  And I have many ideas.

Many.

But who has the time to wait around for David?  I ask you?  So I am starting to tackle things around here that I can do on my own.  And for a gal who hates to paint, I am sure painting an awful lot.

I am plum tired of my home’s exterior.  I don’t like it.  I don’t like the colors.  It is vinyl siding and I cannot change it, which makes me sad.  The trim and shutters are like a brownish red, but mostly brown.  The doors were all a medium wood stain.  Everything looks like it needs TLC.  I have been agonizing and pinning and trying to figure out what colors would work and then I just threw caution to the wind and started.  First I started painting all wood trim white.  I am still not certain about it, but I like it better than brown.  Then I found the door of my dreams on Pinterest:

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I mean.  Come on.

The color from that pin is Sherwin Williams Sea Serpent.  We always get our paint at Home Depot, so I did a color converter thing and purchased Behr Starless Night.

And I learned that Behr Starless Night is NOT the same as Sherwin Williams Sea Serpent, unfortunately.  And did you know that Lowe’s has Sherwin Williams paint?  And I got the right paint and I have painted three out of four exterior doors and 8 out of ten shutters.  I am totally rocking it over here.

I have been stressing out over how to paint the top of this porch portico thing we have and I am deathly afraid of using an extension ladder.  I was trying to discuss this with HD, and he came up with his own plan using the Bobcat AND offered to paint it for me.  And then we shoved LD into the mix and I was winning at life:

Brilliant.

In other news, we are down to two weaner pigs.  These two are NOT champions and it is a wonder they are even still alive.  David and the boys went to a livestock auction and LD bought two darling lambs:

Because he could.

David bought 20 butcher pigs:

Because he could.

Last night, David and I were discussing life on the deck.  It was make your own dinner night.  I had a salad.  He brought out a box of ice cream bars and popped a bag of popcorn.

Me:  David, I do not think the two little pigs should live with the big pigs.

David:  They’ll be fine.

Me:  I think the big pigs will eat the little ones.  Or at least trample them, and then eat them.

And, yes.  I truly do think this would happen.  Because giant pigs such as these once ate about 20 of my live hens.

Anyways, David insisted the little pigs get moved in with the big pigs and that was part of the boys’ chores today.  I went to check on the sitch:

Yeah.  Me no likey.

And then I was watching the giant ugly pigs fight over mud and I was sure tiny pig had been trampled.  I ran inside to ask the boys to help me move them out.

Boys:  No.

I know.  I felt it was disrespectful, too.

Me:  Yes.

Boys:  Dad told us to do it this way.  You will have to ask him, he will get mad at us.

So, I call David.  He doesn’t really care where the pigs live, but he has a water supply issue and doesn’t have an extra space for the little pigs at this time.  Which is understandable.  But, please remember, I am the smart one of this operation.  Probably because I fuel my body with salad and not ice cream bars and popcorn.

Just kidding.  I eat ice cream and popcorn, too.  Just AFTER salad.

Me:  Can we let the little pigs live with the lambs?

David agreed and the boys and I moved the baby pigs to live with the baby lambs and everyone is happy.

Except the big pigs.  They were snorting and biting at each other, being all vile and fighting over the mud.  So I, being the kind person to animals that I am, told them to chill out and I could just make them more mud.

Yes, I talk to my animals.  Don’t you?

Oh they were all grunty and happy.  But, please, let the records show:  I despise them.

We believe Mama Kitty is pregnant again.

Me:  For SHAME, Mama.  FOR SHAME.

She doesn’t feel remorseful about her actions.  But I cannot figure out how this happened.  I know of no male cats around and she is literally always asleep on my couch.

Alright.  Enjoy your day.