Home is in sight

I'm hoping to be heading home at some point near the end of this week. I think we're all ready to be home. It's tough to leave here, all the same. I know the next time I see my little niece she'll already be rolling over and possibly sitting up. Living far from family stinks. I pray God has plans to bring us close together, soon.

My parents always taught me when visiting friends to always leave on a high note. (read: don't outstay your welcome) So, I packed up the boys on Friday and headed to my other sister's house. Which also happens to (so I'm told) be the moonshine (of the home grown, back porch not neccessarily legal variety) capital of the U.S. I know, right? But everytown has to be able to brag about something. If it were me, I'd brag about the amazing views they have, or the Creamery that makes the most delicious ice cream in awesome flavors I've ever had- my personal favorite being apple pie. I experience my first tast of the liquid fire...and I mean that lightly. I'm a wuss who doesn't drink, so I dipped my finger in it and tasted. Yikes. They assured me the fruit flavored was better, but my taste buds didn't notice a difference. I wanted to bring some to Eric, but I only had baby food jars. Something about traveling with moonshine in baby food jars seems not appropriate. Even to me.

The visit was two fold: to visit with them and to give my sister her Christmas gift- I painted her kitchen. In the end it was really a gift for me, probably. I love to paint and white walls (and neutral colors for that matter) give me hives. Go bold or go home. My sister is very generous in allowing me to choose colors, within reason. I so wish I had some pictures to share, because it turned out awesome. I was having such a good time, though, I kept forgetting to grab my camera. Plus, my family groans everytime I take it out.

Before you go calling me to help you in your next painting project, let me warn you: a perfectionist I am not. While the kitchen color looks great, my painting job will no doubt drive my mother insane. I don't like to be bound by any sort of rules, and in painting rules are things I can't paint on (the ceiling, floor, countertops, cabinets). If I'm painting a room in my home and decide to continue on for a bit, I do. That might mean part of another wall, or ceiling. I like white trim, though, so I try to keep that clean.

The most important part? My sister loves it- or so she tells me. One gift given checked off my list.

Any guesses as to what my house looks like after three weeks of being away and Eric living as a bachelor?