I had every good intention of having the kitchen painted by now, even by last weekend. Little did I know that even 3 weeks later I am only just finishing stripping the pink peeling wallpaper. I didn't realize that it was vinyl and the chemical stuff wouldn't soak through it. So I peeled the vinyl top layyer off and then used the stuff to strip off the backing. Well the first wall was easy but revealed that the pantry wasn't part of the original house but rather a badly built afterthought. We may still just tear that whole thing down. The wallpaper wasn't hardly even stuck to it. The next two walls were not too bad, the wallpaper came off in strips. Only problem was the mold I found behind the sink. But that took up a whole weekend and I still had one more wall. However I thought "the first three walls were a breeze" and was still optimistic. This past weekend I had to work Saturday but I had James move the fridge and stove Friday evening and thought could do the rest that night and paint on Sunday. Wrong!!! I got about two feet on Friday night, another two feet Saturday night and almost all of the rest of it Sunday before the kids came home. Well there went another weekend. And to make matters worse I broke a few doors off the cupboard when I leaned on them with a little too much weight. And I still have to wash them before I can paint them, which I am hoping to do when the kids aren't home due to Cameron's epilepsy. I'd rather not take any chances with the fumes. Speaking of fumes, they are building an extra room downstairs at work and they were gluing in the insulation last week. Oh man, did it ever stink like fish or something rotton so we tried lighting candles and then it smelled like fish and vanilla cake. So the next day we bought an air freshner and it smelled like fish, cake and "fresh breeze" . Thankfully over the weekend the smell has disipated some. Anyways, back to the kitchen... Grandma takes the kids again on Sunday so maybe this is the weekend that I will finally get around to painting. Maybe not. We'll see I guess.

Lately I have been on a cucumber kick. It all started a few weeks ago when I had the craving for cucumber. Only I havn't been able to satisfy the craving. Because even though every time we go to the store lately we buy a cucumber (Cameron reminds me all the way there "and we're going to buy a cucumber") my son always eats them. This is how it goes: The opening of the fridge, the thud of the fridge door closing, a rather loud snap and then Cameron presents himself with MY cucumber only it is in two halves. "I want some cucumber mom" so I go and cut up half for him and by then Karen has figured out what is going on. "I want some cucumber too mom" so I cut up the other half for her and save myself just a little bit. Well we went to the store today and I bought a cucumber and I'm going to eat it all and that's all there is to it! No comments from the peanut gallery either and you know who you are!