Peeta Memes

Fun fact: for the first half of the Hunger Games movie, my older sister, who had not yet read the books, couldn’t figure out Peeta’s real name.  She thought they were saying “Peter” with a British accent.  Makes me giggle.  That was last Friday, after which she borrowed book 1 from my mom, so I can only assume that she’s finished Mockingjay by now.

These Peeta memes, courtesy of crushable.com, made my Friday morning 1000% brighter, so I hope you enjoy them, too.  Here is a taste:

Whoopsie Daisy

*ahem* I apologize for the delay in, well, posting anything for the last couple of weeks.  I’ve been tired.  My brain, specifically.  And sometimes I get lazy and just don’t feel like posting, well, anything.  But!  Here is a rundown of where I’ve been and what you’ve missed (if you’ve missed it).

Hubs and I ran a 5k so we could hopefully get a better seed in a big 10k that we run every summer.  But it turns out that our 10k time from 2 years ago got us a better slot than our 5k time from a few weeks ago, so it was pointless.  At least I got a not-horrible race photo out of it:

This is the last 0.1 miles, right when I realized that my shoelace, which was holding my car key in place, was coming untied, which was inconvenient to say the least.

We also made the annual trek to Savannah, Georgia to celebrate St. Patrick’s Day with hubs’s parents and all of his best friends from high school.  It was SO much fun.  I especially love the sweet hats that my mother-in-law bought for us to wear.

St. Paddy’s is like Christmas in Savannah.  Everything is closed, everybody watches a ginormous parade, and my father-in-law picks us up when we’re drunk and ready to come home…so it’s more like a prom that everyone goes to, really.

Buster was especially exhausted from all of the excitement.  We also found out on this car ride that he hates motorcycles.

My mom’s birthday was on Saturday, so, being the young adults that we are, my 3 sisters and I took her to see The Hunger Games on Friday night.  I was so excited to see the movie, but it was hard not to notice all of the differences from the book that I don’t think I enjoyed it as much as I will the 2nd time around (when I force hubs to take me again (later this week)).  My oldest sister hadn’t read the book, so seeing her reaction to things like the part where they revoke the 2-winners-from-1-district rule were priceless (“Seriously?!?  Are you kidding me!?!”).  We also sat in front of a row of 11 year olds, who screamed “My life is oooooover!” everytime Katniss and Peeta kissed.  I assumed they were not on Team Gale.

I will admit that every time Katniss and Peeta had an emotional moment, I couldn’t stop thinking about this:

Damn you, interwebz.

That is pretty much all that you missed while I was being lazy and not blogging.  The end.

Wall Stencil Woes

Guess what I did a couple of weeks ago?  Here’s a hint:

Still perplexed?  Let me back up a little more…

If you guessed that I painfully stenciled the massive blank wall in our master bedroom over the course of two separate Sunday afternoons, while simultaneously drinking and crying and freaking out, then you are a genius!  Here’s the widest shot that I have readily available:

I still have to finish the bottom edge, which can’t be seen when the bed is pushed back against the wall, so try not to judge me too harshly, mmmkay?

I bought the stencil from cuttingedgestencils.com and followed their video tutorial to a tee.  Rather than rehash the process for you, I’ll just give you a couple of little tips that I picked up along the way:

  • Spray adhesive is your friend.  Use it every time.  If you get lazy and think you can get away without using it, you can’t.  Just use it.  See photo #1 for evidence.
  • Frog tape is your double best friend.  Stenciling isn’t precise, especially once you get to the edges, and backup support is always a plus, especially if you were super lazy and just painted over the existing white walls without and paint to touch up later.
  • Patience patience patience.  Even if you think it’ll be quick, it won’t be.  It took me a long ass time to do this.  And I’m so sick of it that I kind of already want to get rid of it.
  • Don’t be too hard on yourself.  I can’t tell you how many times I said, “Why isn’t it sticking? Ohmygod it’s bleeding! The stencil is deformed! It’s not level! It looks horrible! Why do you hate me so much?! I give up!” and then peeled back the stencil and said, “oh…that actually looks fine.”  The stencil looks worse the closer you get to it, but from afar it looks pretty uniform.

I have a really difficult time coming up with big art for large blank walls, so this seemed like a good idea at the time.  I originally waffled between kelly green and royal blue, but indecisiveness won out and hubs is picked this teal color, Bon Voyage from Behr.  I love the color, but in hindsight, probably should’ve picked something lighter so the mistakes would be less obvious.

There are so many options when you’re re-doing a room from scratch that I constantly second guess every choice that I make.  I’ve texted hubs twice today alone to ask if he hates the bedroom wall.  He insists that he doesn’t.  I’m insecure about it, but also pretty lazy, so it’ll be there for at least the next 12 months.  I’m thinking of renaming my blog “Insecure but Lazy and Also Thirsty Annie.”  Thoughts?

Here’s a preview of my next bedroom project.  This one might kill me.