Counter Productive

So some of y’all know that I’m redecorating my house as a part of the “Reinvention of Stephanie” project. I just wanted to share some highlights! Here are the beginnings of my project!

In the kitchen. That’s the laundry room door.

More of the kitchen.

This is up against the dark cabinets in my kitchen. I am going to be replacing the hardware, btw.

This is the beginning of my living room. This is the bar area.

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In this one you can kind of see the two colors against one another. It’s not going to be a meek living area, is it?!

:sigh:

I am boycotting work right now.
I want to go home and change into my jammies and watch tv while drinking sweet tea.
I want to re-pot my cacti, Brutus and Judas.
I want to do Yoga and stretch out my very sore and tight shoulders and back.
I want to not look at a computer screen for a while.

Hooray for Naked Statues of Britney Spears

This may be the post of the year. Thanks, FP!

Hooray for Naked Statues of Britney Spears

Of Home Decor and Mile-Walks to the Car

I went to Home Depot this afternoon and had me a good ol’ time. I bought some new roommates and finally got the paint I’ve been waxing and waning over for a while now. I know you’ll be a little shocked, but try and keep an open mind as the pictures don’t do the colors justice.

Also had a great time last night with Christine, Jessica, Trish, Trudy, & Andrea. We had a phenomenal dinner at Mia’s in uptown and then went on to see Dave Barnes rock it out at the Gypsy Tea Room in Deep Ellum. Note to self and any one else who cares: it just might be worth it to pay for parking in Deep Ellum. We walked about a mile to and from our cars, me in heels. I’m sure the girls had to empty their grace tanks with me lagging behind the whole time. We made it in one piece, although a really strange man who crouched outside my car window as we were leaving may have had other plans. Weirdo.

Before photos, I just would like to mention that the freako security guard mentioned a couple of posts ago has since been fired. God really is gracious (especially when, after looking for way too long, He gives you a church home that you’re 100% sure about).

This is called “Zesty Lime”. This is actually a deeper green… well, lime colored, actually. It will be in my kitchen.

This is called “Rapture”. I.LOVE.THIS.COLOR. It’s much deeper red than it appears and it’s going to be the accent color in my living room.

This is called “Cherub Pink”. I swear it’s not as pink as it sounds or looks. It’s more a muavey-lavendery-pink. It will go in my bathroom.

This is called “Indian Peach”. It’s not nearly as peach as it seems in the photo. It has more brown. This will be the main color in my living room.

This is Emilio, my new Cayenne Pepper plant.

This is Chloe, my new Ivy plant.

This is Brutus, one of my new cacti.

This is Judas, the other new cactus.

This is how Judas and Brutus got their names. They’re turncoats!!!

This is Christine and Jessica having fun at the Dave Barnes show last night.

This is 5/6 of the girls who went out last night.

I don’t do the Kissy Lips very well!

Prayer Request

Those of you who are of a praying mind/heart, I just wanted to drop this by you and ask for your prayers as often as you think of it.

My very dear friend Jennie is pregnant with her second baby (YAY!) and has a disease called “Hyperemesis Gravidarum” (HG), loosely translated “Severe and Grave Vomiting.” It effects 1-2% of all pregnant women in various levels of severity. For you women, imagine having bad morning sickness 24/7 for 2 to 8 months. For you men, imagine having a stomach virus with little or no relief from nausea. Also, motion, smell, bright lights and noise add to the nausea. That’s HG. The difficulty in treating it is that medications for nausea are limited when pregnancy is involved. Her doctors are great, but the profession in general does not have a good grasp on this condition. To learn more about it, visit www.helpher.org. It has plenty of information about what this disease is and stories about other women who have struggled through it.

Jennie has a more severe case. Right now, she is eating very little (approx. a bagel every 2 days) and is mostly being sustained by TPN.(Total P-something Nutrition). Basically, she is sustained by giving her nutrients directly into her blood stream. Since she started TPN she has gained 3 pounds, which is great!

It is still difficult to keep her spirits up when she has become very weak and is confined to her room. The baby is doing great according to the sonogram. She is 12 weeks along and we are pretty sure based on her last pregnancy and others’ that the nausea will be pretty severe until about 20 weeks, so your prayers for remission and miraculous healing are greatly appreciated.

Also, because of the severity of what she’s going through, the body at Redeemer PCA in San Antonio, where I am currently a member (not for much longer though!), is helping to take care of Ana, her daughter, as well as helping out Jennie’s husband with errands, etc, since he has to work. Please keep them in your prayers as well, as Ana is ALL two year old! HA!

Fotografia

Just some new photos I’ve taken recently. Let me know what you think!

This is Steven Bailey. It’s one of the shots I took for my black and white collage.

And uh… This is me!

This is Christine Bailey. It’s also one of the shots I took for the collage.

This is also Christine.

Also me.

This is Christina Hernandez, checking out the rain. Obviously, also a part of the collage project.

Interesting exchange between the security guard and me…

Synopsis: A rather large African-American man, about 40 years old, proceeds to flatter Stephanie by walking her to her car and complimenting her before asking her out to lunch…

Him: Here, let me walk you to your car.
Me: I’m ok.
Him: No, I’d like to walk you. (we begin walking through the parking garage) So what kind of work do you do?
Me: Insurance.
Him: Oh! That’s a good industry to be in. You can make a lot of money doing that. Why are you here so late?
Me: Just tying up some loose ends. (we arrive at my car; I get in, leaving the door open.)
Him: You look young. How old are you?
Me: Twenty-five.
Him: Oh! You aaaare young! I thought you were like 30.
Me: (thinking: gee, thanks…) Hahaha. Welp, have a good night.
Him: Do you do that yourself?
Me: Do what?
Him: (pointing to my hair) That. Do you do that yourself?
Me: (thinking: what? you mean wash and brush my hair?) Uh, yeah.
Him: Well, it is beautiful. You do a good job.
Me: (thinking: riiiiiiight…) Thank you. Well, I’d better go.
Him: Well, I was thinking that maybe one day I’ll come up to your office and take you to lunch.
Me: (panicking!) Oh, well, I don’t often leave for lunch, but maybe…
Him: Oh, I’m sorry. I work from 3 to 11. My lunch is probably your dinner time.
Me: Oh, well, maybe sometime we’ll come. (Trying hard to difuse the awkwardness comes out in strange ways)
Him: Yeah, well some time.
Me: Well, I’ve really got to go. I need to make it to Party City before it closes.
Him: Oh? Are you having a party?
Me: (thinking: what about “I’ve got to go,” doesn’t this guy get?) Yeah, a St. Patrick’s Day thing.
Him: I’m Irish. I’m hoping to get a kiss on St. Patty’s Day.
Me: (completely ooged out) Oh, well good luck with that. I guess I’ll see you another time!
Him: What year is your car? It’s really nice.
Me: (thinking: sunuva…) It’s an ‘89. It’s a really good car. So I’ll see you later! (shutting the door)
Him: Bye!

Ok, so I’m not that desperate to find a husband…

It’s no wonder America is fat with marketing like this…

BAD Cookies!