I was just watching part of Mommy Dearest, which has always facsinated me in a weird way because I got in trouble for watching it at a friend's house when I was little, and was told that I was never allowed to watch it. I also, around this time, got in trouble by my mom and actually said something like, "Yes, Mommy Dearest", which made my mom sae fair mad! Anyways, I was watching it, and it occured to me that sometimes I'm no different from that crazy woman. I don't run around throwing AJAX or whatever that stuff was on the floor and then telling Gabby to clean it up (even though, once when I was four I covered my mom's bathroom in baby powder, no joke, COVERED IT!...maybe that was the beginning...), and I don't cut off her hair, and I definitely don't scream about wire hangers, but I think sometimes that my yelling and controlling get out of hand, and I could quite possibly be compared to Mommy Dearest. This scares the hell out of me, and I don't like it. I don't want my child to be afraid of me.
Written February 14, 2021, when I tried to start a WordPress blog , but failed because I'm old and it's too complicated. My estranged (?), separated (?), I don't know what, husband, and I actually worked on this together. I watched 1,000 YouTube videos and read another 1,000 posts on how to do this. In the end, I took a little from here and a little from there. The faux brick paneling was bought from Home Depot. We cut the seams with a Ryobi jigsaw , used liquid nails and a Ryobi nail gun to attach the panels, and used joint compound mixed with a bit of water for the schmear. It's a perfectly, imperfect technique. I practiced a little, but decided to just jump in and let the wall take on a life of it's own. I will warn that the joint compound dries much whiter than you think it will. Use sparingly if you want to see more brick. Once the wall was finished, I painted the other walls Sherwin Williams Perfect Greige . Shelves and floor...
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