Home Again

I know it's been way too long since I've posted. Thing is, when interesting things are happening, I'm much too busy to post, and when I have time to post, everything that was interesting seems to have happened so long ago, I can't remember it anymore. BUT! Not today.

Kam and I found a new apartment! Yesterday! And I'm blogging about it today! Ha ha ha ha! (read crazy almost maniacal laugh)

Mostly because I'm just so super excited about it, but we don't get to move in until March 1. And Kam and I are super impatient about that. So, what can we do until then to celebrate the fact that we have a new apartment? Well, I can blog about it. And we can go to Ikea tomorrow (which we are). And we even looked at internet providers yesterday, but that was mostly just disappointing because we won't be getting google fiber....

But anyway!

Remember that post a looooong time ago about how Heavenly Father has always blessed me to find the right place to live? I feel already like that's happened again. For months as Kam and I have been looking for apartments, we've just been really picky. We both knew that if we didn't like a place, or it "just didn't feel right" we could just keep looking. Because we had time. But in the past couple weeks we were starting to feel like we were running out of time. I didn't want to have to move during finals. And the complex we had always thought of as a fall back--it turns out they're really hopping, and we wouldn't be able to get in there in time if we tried. So I started searching for apartments online every day. And sending Kam to look at them almost every day. He often had to go see more than one in a single day, but he was always such a good sport about it. Then I found this apartment online, and just looking at the pictures and reading the description I thought, "This could be it." There was only one other apartment that made me think that. Kam and I worked really hard to get it, but in the end we had to bid in a silent auction with 8 other couples and it was just ridiculous and as we were driving home Kam was thinking, "I really hope we won the auction!" And I was thinking, "I kind of hope someone bid more than we did..." Because after we saw it in person it suddenly just didn't feel right anymore. It was a really nice place, but it wasn't our place. So I was a little nervous to see this place in person, but it just seemed so perfect! So, I (late as always) checked out the apartment (for about 10 min because we were on a tight schedule that I'd already messed up), and it still seemed really nice. It had that inexplicable, not wanting to leave feeling (which was unfortunate since we really needed to leave), but I had to be sure I wasn't the only one who felt that way (partly because I had only gotten to see it for 10 min and Kam had been there for about 20 min before I even showed up), but Kam felt the same way, too. All the apartments we saw after that, even the ones that were maybe a little nicer, or had this or that feature that "ours" didn't have, just didn't compare. Kam told me he had resigned himself to live in that apartment. So of course, I really hoped we would get to do that.

And thank goodness, I make a pay check! So they called us back in a couple days and asked us to come in for an interview, which we did, and then told us we could sign the lease, and Kam said, "So, I had heard there were other applicants. Just to be clear, does this mean you're choosing us?" And they were.

So, without further ado, I would like to announce that we are now the proud renters of a 2 bedroom apartment with a dishwasher AND washer AND dryer! It sounds pretty easy to impress me right now, huh? Well, trust me. It wasn't that easy. Kam knows.

For one thing, we always have to check that the size of the master bedroom will fit our bed. We have a California King, and it's freaking huge. Which is fantastic, because we both like to take up lots of space. But like I said, lots of space. There have been a few apartments where we've said to each other, "I think it would fit, but we wouldn't be able to close the door." Or Kam would say, "We could put it up against the wall on my side. I actually almost fell off the bed this morning because I thought there was a wall there to roll into for some reason." At this place--not a problem.

Also, freeway access is always a consideration. I work all the way in Murray and getting to Wymount has been a royal pain especially anytime there's a BYU sporting event. This apartment is in South Orem, close to the freeway entrance, close enough to the school, and bus routes (in case we ever do sell our other car, or worse...), and also easily accessible by alternative roads that will not get cluttered at game time. Plus, it's a little closer to Target, which could be a good or a bad thing for me, depending on how you look at it.

The neighborhood itself is a consideration for any savvy home-buyer. And also for picky renters like Kam and I. We were wary of renting anything too near the tracks in south Provo. The trains can be loud, and it's just not very pretty over there, at least not on 300 S where all those pawn shops are. Maybe I'm a baby, but I was getting nervous just picking up take-out over there. Our new apartment is just north of University Avenue, so there's some nice shopping over there. But it's just far enough that you don't feel like you're near a major road. We'll be in a cul-de-sac, so no traffic right in front of the house. And there's a park just down the street, and a church building just up the street. And another one on the other street... I guess that doesn't surprise anyone.

We also had a few perks in mind. You know, not deal breakers or anything. But boy, did we luck out. We were hoping to find a place with a living room large enough to play our dancing game on our new X-box One. Right now, doesn't really work so well. We have to rearrange all the furniture just to play it once. And also, I've been a huge kitchen nerd recently, baking up a storm. Ever since Kam got me that kitchen-aid for Christmas, you cannnnot stop me. So, it would really be awesome if we had some more counter space. Oh, and upgraded cupboards, and walls and walls of them? Yeah, that'll win me over pretty quickly. I'm pretty sure this kitchen is larger than the one I grew up in. We could make a whole extra guest room in there if we got desperate. Ok, maybe not really. Who wants to sleep in a kitchen?

But basically, I'm just really stoked about this new apartment. Once we actually move in I'll be able to post pictures. But for now, I just had to share how grateful and excited I am to have that "at home" feeling, and know it's not going to go away. Actually, it kind of feels like we have two homes right now, and we're just not allowed into one of them yet. Ha ha. So, now all we have to do is four more weeks of laundry at the facility, and there we go! Oh dear, I'm counting down in laundry loads and dish-doing turns...

Reflections

This month, in honor of Thanksgiving (and because I'm not very good at it), Kam and I decided to fast to have more gratitude in our lives. And in the spirit of that fast, I've decided to (catch up on a lot of news in a little time because I never post anymore) share a few reflections of things I've been grateful for recently.

First of all, Kam and I bought a new car! So, instead of all the adventures I used to take in order to get to work, I get to blast whatever music I want for an hour or so. I can plug in my smartphone to the stereo, so I've gotten pretty creative with that recently. I also get to listen to conference talks, which is really cool. But sometimes I just turn the music off and think. This was one of those mornings (and it makes for a super exciting video!).

So, even though this may not seem like the most exciting thing, it often saves me about an hour each day, if traffic isn't too bad. And it is much less likely to break down than the train (surprising, huh?).

And it's kind of nice to just have time to think. Today as I was driving home I remembered one thing I am definitely grateful for that I have not thought of in a very long time.

When I was growing up, I lived in the same house almost my entire life. It's the only house I remember. So moving was new to me when I was planning to leave for college. I had graduated high school with some of my same classmates from kindergarten, and I was really nervous about making friends in a new place, and especially about making friends with my roommates. I remember the day I chose my dorm room. You did it online at a designated time, and the time that I was given happened to be when I was in Mexico visiting my uncle. So, we got on plenty early to make sure the internet connection was strong, and we hurried and looked through the buildings closest to campus, and the only information about the other roommates who had already picked rooms that you could see was what music they liked, how tidy they were, and when they went to bed. I was supposed to choose who I'd be sleeping in the same room as for the next 4 months at least based on just that! But there was one apartment I stumbled on that just felt right. I had literally been praying that I would get along with my roommates for weeks leading up to this, and when I saw that particular apartment layout, I felt calm. My mom encouraged me to keep looking, but I said, "No, I think this is it."

Turns out it definitely was it. These are the beautiful girls I lived with for my first year away from home, and I owe so much to them.

These three went on to live with me for another year and then some, and were even the bridesmaids at my wedding.

These girls are some of my best friends. I am positive I blessed with these roommates because my Heavenly Father knows what I need. Every move since then has been equal proof. When I was apartment shopping and found Alta, I got that same good feeling and ultimately, I and two of these, my best friends, met our loving husbands there (and I will take credit for that. ;)). When Kam and I were shopping for our first home together, a hard-to-get Wymount apartment fell into my lap, and I snatched it up with confidence that it was no coincidence. We have made many dear friends in this ward, and they have made this new stage in our life together so much more enjoyable.

It's a comfort to know that Heavenly Father has a plan for me no matter where I go. But it takes for me to remember that he has a plan for me even when I'm staying in the same place.

Beginning working full-time has been a little bit hard to adjust to. It's not like school where you know you're going to get to start something new every four months, and if you don't like something enough, it's alright because soon it will be over. There are a few of those projects, but most things go on and on. You're continually improving. It gets me thinking about what it means to endure to the end. So much of my life until now has been about completing milestones. And those milestones have been very tangible. My successes seem a bit more gradient now. But I'm learning to appreciate little milestones throughout the past few months.

Our office decorated for Halloween and handed out candy to all the office's kids. So much fun! Just a little something, but definitely noteworthy.

And Kam and I made his Halloween costume this year! We both wanted to give up a couple times, but I'm glad we didn't! It was a really fun project to work on together. And it was fun to see Kam sewing! I wish I'd gotten a picture.

I made squash lasagna for the first time, and in the slow cooker! It was pretty good, but we decided to add tomato sauce at the very end and that made it a lot better.

I bought our first Christmas tree! And set it up! And then took it back down because it's not quite Christmas time yet, but I sure wish it were! It's getting so close! (You probably already heard in the video how impatient I'm getting for Christmas.)

I did a little decorating...

And I got started on my family history! Kam and I taught a lesson about it in Sunday school last week and I decided to practice what I preach, and it was actually super exciting! I found out a lot about Kam and my families. I even found a transcribed recording of my great-grandfather singing songs that I heard from my parents growing up. I can't wait to continue that tradition.

So, that's what's new here. Not a whole lot for over a month since my last blog post, but a good bunch of little things. And I'm grateful for those little things. :)

How's Work Going?

I've waited so long to write another blog post, that even my husband is impatient to read one! (He told me so, yesterday.) So, I'm going to finish what I started... two weeks ago... and get another blog post out into the cyber air.

I get this question a lot, and I'm not very good at answering it in a way that makes it sound cool and fun, so I thought I'd fix that with a blog post:

As some of you know, my current form of transportation is quite a trek. A 15 min drive to the train station, an hour on the train, and then a 15 min bike ride. But the bike ride is actually quite nice (and considering I'm currently blogging and watching farm animals out my window during the train portion of my commute, I've got to appreciate that a bit, too).

The bike route I take goes through a residential area, and as long as it's not garbage day, that's always more pleasant than the main street (Garbage days are Mondays here. Just another reason not to like Mondays). It's a very eclectic little neighborhood with houses built from as far back as the early 1900's to one house which was just recently finished. And they're all on this same little street. (There are also two houses that have been up for sale all summer, and I covet them every day as I ride past.) So, I wanted to give you guys a taste of my journey, but really had to think about which would be less creepy: me standing on the street taking pictures of people's houses with my cell phone, or me going on to google earth and taking screenshots of people's houses. I decided on the more creepy, but also more anonymous option, because I still plan on riding my bike down that street.

These are a few of my favorites:

Then, when I get to work I'm tired out from my bike ride, and sometimes a little hungry. So I stop by the break room and get a granola bar. I'm notorious for eating granola bars, but they seem to be the one thing we never run out of  (update: in spite of me, we just ran out of granola bars and Dr. Pepper), so I don't feel too bad. At least I'm not the one who's notorious for eating the chocolate covered almonds. This is what happened to that guy:

Ok, not really. But I did find that skeleton in the cubicle next to mine as I was leaving one day. I have no idea where it came from, but it's been floating around ever since.

Then I sit down and make pretty graphs for hours. Or write reports for Comcast. Or try to figure out why my pretty graphs are taking so long to load (which is especially difficult, because I'm typically the "Kam, come fix my computer" type, and know very little--

I just saw a burro! Out the window of the train. It was so short and fat and cute.

Uh, anyway. Then I do boring stuff like that for 8 hours, and then I come home! But I actually really like it a lot. I like being in charge of my graphs. They're actually interactive, not just pretty, and I've been in charge of one project that basically the entire company, including the executives, uses. The CEO presented it at our conference in Park City a couple weeks ago. That's my favorite project, even though it's also very stressful, because it's all mine, and it makes me feel important.

The people I work with are also awesome. They've taught me a lot of important things, like how to gloat about your fantasy football team, and how to fix my wireless mouse, and what wives sound like in their husbands' heads when they're not around (the last one was the first topic of conversation I got in an argument with a coworker about). But they really are great. They look out for me, and buy me pizza when I explode the microwave and give me rides when they want to use the carpool lane. They even care about the well being of my orchid (who isn't doing very well, by the way...), and don't make fun of me for how much I like Startrek, because they all really like it, too.

And as I mentioned a little earlier, I got to go to a conference in Park City! That was really fun. Kam teased me a little, because I was giggling about all of our clients who had taken advantage of the open bar. You've gotta understand, I had never really been to a party with alcohol before, (except for one really bad clubbing incident) and I only just turned 21 in July, so the idea of 40-year-old corporate more-important-than-me people dancing on tables and not remembering it as clearly as I do the next morning, that's pretty exciting stuff. I'm so used to being the one who embarrasses myself, it's really nice to know that by being the sober one at an open bar I have an instant advantage.

And the conference did turn out to be that exciting. Although, I did get called up to the stage to sing 80's songs with a few of our clients. And, wanting to give our clients the experience a fun-loving Mindshare-ite should give, I gave it all I had--and later remembered that everyone else would be recording that for future generations. So I wasn't entirely embarrassment free. Most of the conference was calmer than that, though. We went to lots of speeches and break out sessions about our industry. It really made me miss school a little bit. And then we rode a gondola up the mountain and had dinner and s'mores and hot chocolate, and another open bar. I got really adventurous with what virgin drinks to ask for. And I was very full after the conference was over. They just kept on feeding us! It was a college student's recent college graduate's dream come true.

And and and!...Our company just acquired one of our competitors who is based in Ontario, and the UK. Which may mean some travelling for me in the future. Which I have mixed feelings about, because I really want to travel, but I want Kam to come with me. Maybe we'll just have to make that happen.

Well, if I do go to another country, you will definitely hear about it. But until then, I think I may have just said everything interesting about my work for a long time... so, bye for now!

Snippets

It's been a while!

I can't deny that I've been busy. I believe my last post was just before I turned 21, and now that I've reached that mighty milestone, all my time is just being swallowed up!

I'll start things off with a few highlights from last month:

On the day before my birthday, Kam took me out to dinner with his family at a nice little Italian place. His family gave us some very nice camping supplies for his family campout that's coming up. I also got an orchid, which I put on my new desk at work!

Unfortunately, Kam had also thrown out his back, so that was the end of celebrations for a little while. That meant we got to share our first experience with a chiropractor. We were recommended to one by a friend, and he did seem to help Kam feel a lot better. Although, the pulling and yanking and cracking did freak both of us out a little. Kam really doesn't like cracking his neck, and that was where the chiropractor started, and without much warning. I'm not sure who was more nervous, but I think it might have been me. I don't want anyone to break my husband, thank you very much.

After Kam was feeling a little better, he took me on a birthday date to Goodwood (yummy ribs!) and then to see Wolverine at an early showing. The best of both worlds. You don't have to be patient and wait until the second day it's been out, but you don't have to stay up all night and then die at work the next morning, either. Hooray early showings! The movie wasn't quite what I was expecting, but it had Hugh Jackman, and that's fun for me. And lots of ninjas, which is fun for Kam.

Kam and I also decided we needed to take a little vacation before school started, so on the fly we planned a little staycation in Park City for the following weekend. That was a really interesting adventure. Let me just say we learned a lot of things about vacation planning. Like when you book a hotel for one night, you have to leave early in the morning, and that the art festival in Park City is not an event you can choose to forgo if you're staying on Main Street. And that you should find out what town is actually holding the Demo Derby before you buy tickets. But all that said, we still had a really good time. We got a taste of the high life one night with all the art festival and sushi dinner and jacuzzi in our hotel room and whatnot. And then the next evening we got a taste of the other side of western entertainment, at the Coalville Demo Derby. Both very... new cultural experiences. I decided afterward that part of the reason people take vacations is so that they'll appreciate their own towns a little more by the time they're going back. The hotel was my favorite part. It had air conditioning, for one thing. :)

Kam and I started making freezer meals! We experimented with it for just a week's worth of meals and then decided it was worth it enough to make a month's worth. So we set aside 4 hours, cut up 16 bajillion onions, and set to work. It was a long day, but I definitely don't regret it now! They're all slow cooker meals, so it solves the "It's 6:30, and I just got home from work, and I'm hungry now, so I don't want to start cooking now, I want to eat!" problem. It also solves our, "Ok, well, then let's just go out to eat." problem. And our, "But we eat out so much... It costs too much and it's not that good for you, and I really should just go home and cook, but I don't even know what we have in the house to cook, so you're right let's go eat I guess." problem. So that's great! I'll have to post links to the recipes we've tried and liked. I've pulled recipes from about 4 or 5 pins on my neverending pinterest board of foods I wish I were eating.

And finally, I graduated college! This has been one of my greatest dreams for I can't remember how long. I do remember first learning about when my mom graduated because I saw all those pictures of her wearing a funny hat. So I made sure to take plenty of funny hat pictures for my daughter to look at some day. It was also really cool to watch the people before me get their Masters in Information Systems degrees, because I know that's where Kam will be in a few years, and I just thought to myself, "Man! Kam's going to get cool robes!" Seriously. My robes were almost exactly the same ones I wore in High School. Color and everything. But Masters robes look like Hogwarts! You get a pointy hood and everything! Kam's going to look so cool. Actually walking and having all my family there was a really amazing feeling, though. I told some people it was the first thing that really made me feel grown up. I mean. I'm the youngest person at work, so sometimes I just feel like and anomaly, and I didn't know when I'd be getting married for most of my life. I didn't expect it to be as soon as it was. So I did feel a little young. But I went to school for 15 years, and even though I still graduated one year early, 15 years is a long time to know you want something. I told Kam that getting married and graduating college were two of my biggest bucket list items, and he said, "Well, I guess you can die now, then." And I said, "No, I haven't learned Spanish, yet." (That's not my third priority in the list or anything. I was just trying to make a point.)

My little brother also got baptized this weekend. That was a really cool experience for me not only because I love my brother, but because he's the youngest, and now all of my siblings have been baptized, and it's just kind of a cool feeling. And also because Joey asked Kam to baptize him. Kam did such a good job making sure Joey knew what was going on and felt comfortable. I'm very protective of my siblings, and Joey being the youngest, I probably baby him the most. So it really impresses me to know how much Joey seems to look up to Kam. They're both doing good things and I'm proud of both of them.

And I think that brings us up to date. Kam has that family campout coming up soon, and that is definitely going to warrant a post, so until then, give me warm thoughts and feelings about this camping trip, because I am starting to wonder if I'm tough enough for the Jensen/Perkin family.

The Truth Comes Out

I tend to have a Chloe side, and a professional side. My professional side is a little uptight and not that fun. But I'm always worried about letting the people I have to work with know how ditsy and clumsy my Chloe side is! It makes it a little harder to make friends in places like... business school... and... work... But hey, it's not like I spend a whole lot of time at those places...

Yeah...

So maybe it's a blessing in disguise that my quirkiness literally exploded at work yesterday. I mean, people have to learn what Chloe's really like eventually, right?

The potential blessing doesn't spare me the embarrassment, though. I was trying to make minute rice in the microwave in a container that was marked microwave safe. Little did I know, that marking did not apply to the lid. My bad. So, I was just sitting at my desk waiting for the microwave in the break room to beep, until Kimball asked who was burning food. (Do I even know how to save face? Nope.) I jumped up and said, "Oh, crap! Is it burning?" and I ran into the break room, opened the microwave for a second to see puffs of yellow smoke coming out, and I figured, that really can't be good. So I closed the door again, and ran out of the break room and closed that door, too. And I really didn't know what to do at that point.

Kimball mercifully bought me lunch, everyone in the office teased me for a while, and I searched upstairs for the biggest fan I could find, which turned out to be a small desk fan. Later I took my melted container out of the microwave and found that the entire inside of the microwave was yellow. Today I really should have "taken care of it," but I was still at such a loss for what to do. I have now sufficiently googled my stain removers, though, and am prepared to go back and redeem myself. Tomorrow my coworkers find out how good my Chloe side is at cleaning (although they probably doubted that today).

Besides the microwave incident, things are getting along pretty well at work. I'm getting to know people better in general, and there's even one other girl on my floor. I even got my own desk and locking cabinet! (Yes, that is a step up.) I've also been put on what seems to be a fairly you-really-can't-screw-this-up-for-me project, which seems to be a good thing. I mean, at least it means someone has a little faith in me. And thankfully, my ability to use the microwave has no affect on my qualification for that project. I hope. Right?

I'm just going to scrub that microwave real hard tomorrow, just in case.

Team Pikachu

Thanks to a few lovely friends, I have recently been able to start playing football again! Yay!

No really. Lots of yays! I don't know how I missed out on football for so long growing up, but I'm a total fan now. After practice this week I thought to myself, "You know, I've always kind of wanted to be a soccer mom. You know. Driving kids around and getting all excited about their games and knowing all their friends and bringing all the cool snacks and stuff. But I really don't care about soccer. Football is way more fun. Can I be a football mom? Do they even have those?" Anyway, the point of that string of thought is, I really don't think I'm going to get sick of football any times soon.

I mean, it involves strategy, which I like to think I'm good at since I majored in it and stuff. And exercise, which makes you feel good. And it's especially fun to play with a group of girls, because we all talk about being intense and scaring the other team, and then go practice with our husbands and boyfriends and giggle the whole time, and you can tell they're just wondering why we talk so much and don't just play football already. And that's a fun face to watch on a group of guys who really adore you all anyway.

(Another plus is that it's like, the only sport I follow enough to talk to my male coworkers about at work. I can't wait for baseball season to be over.)

But there's another benefit that's particularly exciting for me. When I was growing up I was always hesitant to play team sports because I wasn't very good, or didn't know the rules, or generally was afraid of letting people down. But--maybe it just comes with growing up, or having great teammates--I've just gotten over that with football. I've been trying to do more things I'm not naturally good at recently (Modern dance being one of them. Holy awkward.). It's not really that I've ever had a hard time trying new things. It's that I've had a hard time sticking with them. Throughout grade school, if something didn't come easily, I'd usually give it up for something that did. But that doesn't build character, and if you're as clumsy as I am, it doesn't build muscle either.

So, hurray for my awesome teammates! They are so loyal and optimistic and dedicated. And they forgive me even though I false start like, all the time... I'm just super excited to play, ok!

But also a hurray for my husband, who has stepped up and helped run our practices and write plays for us. I never expected him to get so involved when I decided to set up a team. He's been helping me practice my throws and catches for about a year now, so he knows exactly how much help I need to be decent at football (which is a lot). And he's still come to every game, gotten to know the girls on my team, helped me get team shirts, written a play book, and held weekly practices for us. It's a lot more than I was expecting, but I know we couldn't have improved as much as we have without his help (and the help of all the other husbands and boyfriends who we all appreciate so much! But, of course, mine is my favorite).

Of course, it can sometimes be hard when your coach is also your spouse. Because even if you talk back to them, they're still going home with you at the end of it all (which I guess could be a good or bad thing, but I was going for good thing). And although I sometimes get frustrated that Kam's not afraid to push me, I'm also glad that he knows that I need the push. Kam talks about how that's the point of being married. You have each other to be accountable to and push each other to be better. And that's how you get better, too.

So... Yay, football! And Yay, Team Pikachu! And Yay, wonderful amazing love of my life.

Breaking the Habit

So... I have a really bad habit of never finishing anything. Ok, that's not entirely true. When I have a deadlines for work or school or something like that, I always get things done. But when it comes to hobbies, I can just never seem to get things finished. So, although I'm typically a little more private about my paintings, I'm feeling a bit more confident about this one, and I could use some accountability for it. So I'm going to be posting my progress here, even if it takes me the next 20 years to finish. (Ok, maybe not. I don't know that I'll still be blogging 20 years from now...) But really, if you notice I haven't posted anything about my painting recently, feel free to hound me about it! It will totally help! (I think.)

But here's the caveat. I'm not going to tell you what it's going to be. So, sorry. Don't ask.

Today I got my paints back out for the first time in almost a year. I've just been so busy with school... and when we moved we didn't have as much room for me to work... But now I have no excuses. I am done with school. I don't work on the weekends. I'm actually complaining to Kam about being bored. And it is actually really getting nice outside, which is good since that's where we've decided my new studio will be. That's right. I'm painting on my freaking balcony. Doesn't that sound awesome? Cause it is. I can spread all my crap out on the table and make a mess without worrying about the carpet. (Which is especially important, because I've already ruined this carpet once. But with a hot pan, not paints. Don't ask me how that happened.) Man, I seriously forget how liberating painting feels. It also makes me feel a little bit like a hippie. Especially when I use words like liberating. And then I think of Kam yelling, "Freaking hippie!" but he is actually very supportive of my painting, because I'm his hippie. And he told me we're going to hang my painting on the wall.

But really. I sometimes forget that painting's kind of one of my things. It's like when you don't pick up a book for a while and after some time you've kind of lost interest in it, and you think, Eh, I could read... but you don't. And then finally one day you get bored enough to and you realize, "Dang! This book is really good! Why did I stop reading it again?" And then you can't put it down. (Please tell me I'm not the only one who does that.)

Only, unfortunately, you have to wait for paint to dry. And when you're like me, you have to wait for a lot of other preparation steps to be ready before you can keep painting, even after your first coat is dry. So this is all I got through today.

You can (hopefully) probably guess what that is. But it's just the background! So, don't think you know it all yet! Cause you don't! Ha ha! You'll just have to wait and see.