It is going to be a quiet holiday. I got together with family yesterday afternoon for a small afternoon alfresco meal. My brother grilled a most perfect hamburger. The get-together was nothing special but at the same time wonderfully special, sitting in plastic Adirondack's with my brothers. Others made the sacrifices and we enjoy the results.

I had some left over cold pizza for breakfast. I'm beginning to think I like pizza left-over and cold better than hot and fresh. It suits my libido.

I thought the bitch with the eyeliner was going to win!

My company left yesterday and last night at about 11pm I heard from LA and he arrived back in California safe and sound. Ted left behind a nicely painted bedroom and bathroom and some freshly baked cookies in the cookie jar. I was going out of town this week-end so the rest of the project has to wait until next week.
I know there are some things to comment on but I am drawing a blank. Maybe I'll go to a movie. I should go to Target. I could go on Craigslist and cause some shit. Oops. Have to make my bed. This is so f-ing boring I might as well be on Twitter. At least now that my company is gone I can sit at the computer in my underwear and not close the bathroom door when I take a shower.

Is it rude to blog while you have company? Guests? On the week-end of the 1st my good friend from California, Ted, came to visit. I've known Ted since the mid 90's and it is refreshing to know someone who didn't know me when I thought I was someone. (I tried to make that sentence as humble as possible) I've known Ted for more than 12 years and he still doesn't know what to call me. He isn't part of the Rob era....he knows my family has several names for me (including Ass Hole)...and then there was a period of time when I was Scrappy....He gave up about 10 years ago and calls me Bro. Getting back to his visit. I've been planning to re-paint my master bedroom for a while. Three years ago I painted it maroon (walls and ceiling) and I was ready for a change. After doing some virtual experimenting at the Benjamin Moore site, I decided on leaving the maroon on the ceiling and going with a golden bronze on the walls. Ted and I picked up a couple of gallons of paint and some primer and while I sat in the chair kibitzing, Ted got to work. When the golden bronze was on the first wall, I knew we had a problem when Ted kept referring to the color as "mustard". I was in total denial and said it was GOLD. (I once had a call that I said was Gold and everyone else said was light brown!!!) After painting two walls in "mustard" I told Ted to stop while I thought about it. Just before I fell asleep that night I realized that with the maroon ceiling and "mustard" on the walls my bedroom looked like a frat house at the University of Minnesota and all I needed along with the school colors was a huge letter "M" on the ceiling and Goldie the Golden Gopher lounging on my bed. The next morning I awoke to the realization that my two walls weren't mustard....they were baby-shit yellow. It was back for more paint. This time I opted for a color called Golden Champagne. After re-priming the two mustard walls, Ted began covering them in Golden Champagne. Two walls later I realized that I had traded French's Mustard walls for Grey Poupon walls. I was spending so much money replacing paint-rollers I was thinking of applying for some stimulus money. The 3rd time was the charm with the golden Champagne traded in for a lighter champagne. I like to think I sort of went from Andre' to Perrier Jouet ($3 vrs $155). Now the problem I'm having is with all the extra layers of paint on the wall, the room got smaller and now I don't have room for all my furniture. I could go from a King Size bed to a Queen size bed but then I wouldn't have room for Goldie the Golden Gopher.

Later, my friends....Rob