Water Repellent Pants

This will be the last summer before Will graduates....if all goes as planned and he passes his senior classes next year.  The last two summers, he has worked at the YMCA as a day camp counselor. And while that was a good job and he loved it... he was strongly encouraged to get an internship in his field this summer.  Blah, blah, looks good on your resume, blah, blah.

What is his field?  Hmmmm.  Well, his degree will be in Communication: Radio and Television with a minor in Film.  His dream is to become a film director.  He loves photography.  He wants to move to New York City or L.A.  Or Austin.  He really wants to write for Saturday Night Live.  Or maybe act.


Let's just say, something in the film industry.  Let's just hope it's not working at the ticket counter of a movie theater.  (just kidding Will!)

I have suggested he learns to wait tables this summer as that will help him while he pursues his dream.

Really, we just want him happy....and graduated...and employed.  I say "go for it...as long as you can pay your bills." Daddy grits his teeth because Daddy is an engineer....and he doesn't understand having an open ended plan.  Engineers become engineers.  But Communication majors become....well that depends....

Here's how one of those interviews for a summer internship went according to Will:

Me:  How'd it go?

Will:  I don't know.  I was nice and  I made them laugh but I don't think I'm what they want.

Me:  Why?

Will:  I don't know.  I was so nervous, I'm not sure if I answered the questions the right way. 

Me:  Well did they say anything at the end....like they will get back with you?

Will:  Not really.  And I felt so bad for them....cause I had to shake their hands and my palms were dripping wet.

Me:  Why didn't you wipe them on your pants!?!?

Will:  I tried.  But those pants y'all bought me were like water repellent.

Those pants were men's dress slacks. After that conversation, I don't think any of us were very hopeful.  I just kept thinking about those wet handshakes.  Oh, well.

Last night, Will told me he had gotten 5 letters of decline for some internships he had applied for. He was sounding pretty down so I told him if worse comes to worse, he may have to work at the Y again.  Just get a job. 

Today...he got a phone call from the company he first interviewed with...the wet handshakes one...and they want him!  He called me giggling, he was so happy.  (Huge sigh of relief for me...as I wanted Will AND Chuck happy about a job for Will this summer.)

The good news is this internship is in Houston.  He can live at home and carpool with Chuck...and save some money.  Or he can ride the Metro and pay for it himself.  Or spend his hard earned money on gas.  Carpooling is sounding way free.

Hopefully he won't have to wear water repellent pants every day.

The really great news? 

Harry will have his boy home for the summer.   

It's Finished...

The last coat of paint was put on the inside of the door yesterday, so the Powder Room is done.  The only before  picture I could find of the Powder Room is this one...

There was a golden damask print wallpaper,  white pedestal sink and a gold light fixture. 

There was nothing wrong with any of it,

except the warped and musty smelling hardwoods around the potty. 

 Yuk.

Once we decided to replace the floor, the job just grew and grew. 

So now we have a new vanity, a new light fixture,

painted walls and a new "faux" brick wall. 

I painted and textured over the wallpaper and the trim all got new paint, too.

 I took the doors off of the cabinets that hang above the toilet and hung some antique corbels. 

 Shopped the house and Target and accessorized the open shelves.

This little 3' x 6' room turned into a major project...

that I could only work on here and there...so it also took a lot longer than expected.

But it's finished.

So here is the "after."

I found the antique corbels on my Silver Bella trip in Omaha, Nebraska. 

The rusted iron piece over the potty was found in Roundtop

 and has been hanging outside on our fence.

We found this antique mirror at Leftovers Antiques in Brenham

on our way to Austin for the MS150.

Because the room is so tiny and there was already a lot going on

with the new vanity and brick wall,

I painted the trim, inside of the door and walls the same color. 

I used a satin latex enamel for the shelves and trim and door

 and an eggshell latex wall paint on the walls.

 

It's finished.

And how is Harry?

Harry is fine.

The comforter? 

It's finished.

Last bed he's getting.

Ever.

I mean it.

What's To Miss

I begged my older sister to move out with me and get an apartment when I was 19. We lived together for a couple of years before she moved back home to save money. And then I lived alone for about 5 years before marrying.

It's been so long now (28 years) that I have to stop and really think about it. But in the early years of my marriage and child rearing, it was the precious memories of those single and alone days that I would flee to as I stared out the window while doing dishes at the kitchen sink.... with babies screaming in the background and the husband mowing the lawn replacing the quiet solitude and music I used to play. Rarely did I turn a t.v. on in my single days' apartment. Rarely is one of the 4 t.v.'s off in my home as a married lady. Laundry piled up in my single days but it only had to be tackled once a month rather than 3 times a day. I could leave a room clean...or messy...and it stayed.

Yep. I miss that stuff...those days. But had I not traded it in for married life and motherhood, I would have missed so much more and not known it. If you're single, the following is a list you should be thankful for...because once married, or co-habiting, these things vanish. And while some really great things replace them...some you will dream about the rest of your life while staring out the window.

She has no clue about the things she will miss about being single.

The Top 10 Things I Miss About Being Living Alone:

1. Absolute quiet. No sound drifting from a t.v. left on in every room.
2. Sleeping. Going to bed without someone commenting, "You're going to bed already?" Or waking up late without someone saying, "Well.....did you get enough sleep?"
3. Eating out of the pantry, refrigerator or over the sink. Without worrying about someone seeing you.
4. Watching "Little House On The Prairie" and not some stupid ghost hunting show.
5. Laundry day came only once a month.
6. I could let the phone ring without yelling, "DON'T ANSWER IT!" and feeling guilty about it.
7. Painting and listening to music until the wee hours of the morning.
8. Paying my own bills and knowing that I could make it on the leftover $50 for the next two weeks. Because I had noone else to worry about.
9. The mess was my mess. I could clean it or walk away from it. It wouldn't get any messier.
10. Only one commode to clean. Or bathroom mirror. Or shower. Or closet. Or bedroom.