Fat cells expanding.

That's what happens when you are stuck in the house for a freakin' WEEK!

Because, really what do you do when you are STUCKINTHEHOUSE?

You graze like a farm animal. Who needs a full on meal - I just keep munchin' all day, never quite feelin' full and never actually reachin’ hungry mode. I can't even recall my last *meal* ...

And here is what I am also learning - I do NOT have enough Junk food in my house - conversely, I do NOT have enough Healthy food in my house. I am, as usual, stuck in the middle.

No chips, but no carrots. No candy, but no actual fruit. No cookies, but no fresh veggies (except the wilted lettuce) - ok, I guess the *no cookies* thing isn't completely truthful ... there are some Oreo's in a Ziploc, but I am NOT trying them, they are Halloween Oreo's and they just don't look right.

We did have one box of Macaroni and Cheese, but SweetiePie was quick to lay claim and now it is gone, gone, gone. So, here I sit, munchin’ on saltines and drinkin’ my Diet Pepsi.

Anywho … I am sure that I will come out of my week of seclusion with thicker hips.

On to another *issue* in the Farmer household.

PAINT

Are we the only couple to get into heated arguments about paint?

Let me back up ... our home is in a constant state of remodel, in one form or another. Mr. Farmer is what you would call a 'Do-It-Yourselfer' ... so he randomly tears down walls or rips out cabinets to make them *new and improved* in a somewhat Tim Taylor sort of way.

So, when he does this, he generally has some specific *ideas* about what the new improvement should be; usually with little account for those who actually use or reside in said space.

One of his recent projects has been to expand the laundry room. Now, don’t get me wrong, I am thrilled about this; with a brood our size a larger, more efficient laundry room is much desired and needed.

However, as I mentioned, Mr. Farmer has some pre-conceived notions about how the room will work most effectively. Now, I can absolutely appreciate his ‘planning’ and ‘graphing’ it all out – planning is a good thing. But, if one doesn’t actually ever do laundry, it is tough to determine the best, most efficient use of the laundry room.

Really, I digress here. I need to stick to one topic – unfortunately with this particular issue there is just sooo much to say.

So, PAINT.

Mr. Farmer has the ideal color in mind for the laundry room. His color choosing process is fairly simple; check the left over cans in the shed and see which color we have the most of, tada … we have the perfect color.

Now, you might imagine that Frannie has a wee bit different determining process. I actually like to look at the room, the space as a whole, the person or objects that will reside in the room and the chose accordingly.

Usually I try to pick my battles. If I am not effected by the odd color choices that are made, I try to let it just slide. But the laundry room, as well as the kitchen, are my domains; the places that I spend the most time, the spots that I almost exclusively use.

Therefore, I think I should be permitted to choose the color of those particular rooms. Especially the laundry room; to me it needs to be a soothing place. I don’t want bright white walls screaming at me, nor do I want to feel like I am in a cave …

Now, Mr. Farmer is generally a fan of white. The entire place would be white – or a very light cream – if he had his way … but we all know that that isn’t how it works. I like color. Not flashy, gaudy color, but some color. So, a few rooms have been painted, with much consideration and a fair amount of relinquishment from Frannie.

This time though, I am not backing down. No way, no how!

My battle?
Mr. Farmer wants to use the leftover aqua blue paint from the kids' fishy bathroom ... Now this color does NOT relax me. I don't think that it will, at all, motivate me to do laundry. Because it certainly doesn't motivate me to clean the kids' bathroom. It actually seems *loud* to me ... maybe that doesn't make sense, I just don't know how to describe the less than pleasant feeling this color gives me.

My color?
Something along this line. A dusty rose, or even a *dusty* lavender. These colors are soothing to me.**I just look @ this on my blog - trust me, (please) it looks much better in real life.**

What is Mr. Farmers gripe with my color? Besides the fact that we would have to buy more paint, he thinks this color is too dark! Too dark? I am so confused.

But mostly, I am just standing my ground, because the laundry room will not be aqua blue - nope, nuh uh, not happenin' ...

OK, well I am off to munch some more, do another load of snow drenched laundry ... and think about makin' an actual meal for the kids.

Oh, by the way ... it just started snowing again. Grrrrrrrrrrrr.

~ Frannie

I believe in fate. I believe that everything happens for a reason, but I think it's important to seek out that reason. That's how you learn. -Drew Barrymore

Give thanks to the Lord, for he is good. His love endures forever. Give thanks to the God of heaven. His love endures forever. Psalm 136:1