A Strange Visitor

So yesterday and today I had a guest at my house. She is not someone that I know very well. You could call her an acquaintance of sorts. She is someone who I would absolutely LOVE to get to know better because she makes me feel very good about myself, which is not an often occurrence. But to be honest, she can be kind of tiring. She always wants to DO something. Now me, I could just sit on the couch all day and watch movies, but to her this is boring. and pointless. My guest the past couple of days has been MOTIVATION! Sometimes I call her ENERGY for short. She (and she can ONLY be a she, sorry guys) kicked my butt these past couple of days. Let me explain:

My week - Sat Night did clinicals from 7p-7a, slept for a few hours sunday and felt lousy, then felt guilty and got up and cleaned the kitchen up around noon, made dinner, and took Callie and Caden to a birthday party at 4:30 which lasted until 7:30 (again with the long parties people!) - and for you mollys out there that I love and strive to be, I wouldn't have taken her except it was one of her cheer teammates party, and they are close as pb& j. Anyway Monday I got my hair done (looks great, thanks girl!) and then did another clinical from 7p-7a. Tuesday I went to class from 9a-12p, and was pretty much a grouch the rest of the day.

But Wednesday who should come knocking at my door but MOTIVATION. She had in her hands a "to do" list as long as the eye could see. She said, "Girl, I had a feeling you needed some help getting going." And with a few magic words she took out all the "I'll get to it tomorrow"s and the "I'm too tired" or "What's the point?No one comes over here anyway" blues and put inside me her ENERGY. So in two days, I wrote a paper that I had been procrastinating for some time, (CHECK), I deep-cleaned the kitchen from top to bottom(CHECK), I taped off the kitchen walls and cupboards, which is terrifyingly time-consuming and difficult, and I painted my entire kitchen the wonderful color of red. I had no help whatsoever - oh if you call my kids dancing around me singing "we're painting the kitchen red, we're painting the kitchen red, we'll be sad to see if our mo-o-my falls down and bumps her head, cuz we're painting the kitchen REEED!" Big help. Huge. That and the dog walked through the paint. I saw funny little red paw prints on the floor and then it was a frantic "Catch him, Corinne . .Not on the CARPET!: But Corinne saved the day, as usual.
And let me tell you, if you don't already know, red is a difficult color to paint. You have to do at least 2 coats. I did 2 good coats and another half-aXX one. But it looks great! I know it is hard to tell from the pictures but it really does look good. If you ever come to my house you will see that I have a different color in almost every room. . it makes me happy. I also got an excellent chandelier with lamp shades that I prob should have put up before posting this blog. But I CAN ONLY Do SO MUCH, OK?! Geez. .:)
And then just when I thought ENERGY might like to take a nap, my dad shows up at the door. "What Now?" I am thinking, but I say "Hi, Dad!" He remembers when I have talked to him about putting in a garden and has decided to bring some wood and soil so we could build one together. .. . . . .today. . . . . . .right now. I looked back at my guest for some help and MOTIVATION over here just kicked me in the behind and said,"sounds great, Bro. Juchau! I can't wait to learn" Did I mention to you at any time that she is only an acquaintance of mine ? So my dad and I built a box out of wood in my yard for something called "square foot" gardening. - I guess you plant what you want in a square foot and dont worry about rows and then just plant the next thing over a square foot or so. It's for beginning gardeners with master gardener father's. . . like me. Just tell me how NOT to kill these things. thats all I wanna know, really. Should I talk to my plants? Sing? :) MY dad said water, soil, and sun is what makes plants grow. Phhoooeey! I retorted. He obviously knows nothing ;)So after digging a truck bed full of dirt out of my pop's truck and wheelbarrowing it to the garden spot 4500 times, it was done. . Doesn't look like there's much in it does there? Well I'll tell ya. my darling always-motivated father has a live in guest of his own. . . Mr. FORGETFULNESS. We don't like him very much, but we put up with him cuz well, he's with my father. So he will bring the plants tomorrow and I have to go get a soaker hose (WHEEE!)
So now I am beat. Completely, Physically exchausted.

But MOTIVATION, that damn woman, keeps whispering in my ear that I could still do more. So I grabbed all of the ENERGY I had left and made dinner, a good dinner that did not have mac-n-cheese or pizza anywhere in or near it. Then I read to my kids, read scriptures and prayed with my husband, and now I'm here with you. I really should have gotten a shoulder rub out of this somewhere, but ah well.My hubby is "too tired." O I'll get him for that one, dont you worry. I 'll wait til I'm good and sore and really pissed :)

Anyway, my friend MOTIVATION has gone on another adventure, she probably went to YOUR HOUSE, so get ready. She does not take NO for an answer, my friend. Just look at my picture and you can see how hard she made me work. .I'm not blushing, I'm HOT!! Now I get to write another paper for school, which I will procrastinate until tomorrow. (WHEW! She's not here anymore to push me to do that!)