There’s a stain on the ceiling in one of the rooms that has bugged me forever. I don’t know which kind of white that white is, but there’s an old can of paint in the garage that I thought might be it.
I WAS WRONG, it is not a match. However I attempted to do a little color matching of my own with paints I had on hand and BY THE GLORY OF GOD I think it looks ok. It’s not fully dry yet so I might disavow this entire thread but at the moment I’m really proud of this stupid accomplishment.
I am proud that I survived another work week and the (busy) weekend has officially started!
Well, I was almost proud of staying at work all day–it’s sunny and 72 and Friday afternoon and my arm hurts and I’m tired and I’m thinking I might like to spend a little time at home in the kitchen. But I’m not really supposed to leave until 5 (but nobody cares if I mess around on the internets a little bit for the last hour). And that’s over an hour away. And…Imma bounce. And it’s all Doctor Jackson’s fault.
Dasvidaniya bitches!
I got a little commission. I’m to paint a mural of ‘Charlottes Web’ in the children’s section of the library. Yay!. (Well, maybe. I’ve painted murals before, they are always a pain) But I’m proud they chose me.
Right now, I’m proud that I’ve survived another day without anything catastrophic happening. And I’m making significant progress on my new art work… based on a photo I took when I was lost somewhere near Sainte-Maxime on the French Riviera.
One more day and I haven’t slapped ANYONE!
I got through the week. People who think store cashiering is hard in December have never worked the week before Passover in a store that has a large Jewish customer base.
And, despite the fact that it is rainy and windy and cold with weather warnings being issued, I got to the laundry and back, and to the library.
It was twenty years ago today…
…that I joined the Dope.
Don’t know if that’s something to be proud of, or not. But there it is.
I quit smoking cigarettes 366 days ago.
today
I am building a large sturdy trellis in the back yard, on which to grow a wisteria. Today, in spite of painful knees, I was on my feet for over 3 hours and got the first coat of paint on all the parts (Home Depot’s Deck Over Paint, which I know from previous experience lasts a long, long time, because once the plant grows there’s no chance to repaint). 2nd coat tomorrow, final assembly and planting on Tuesday. Et voila!
Bitchin!!
(Seriously, so proud of you!)
I’ve had client engagements for my consulting business each of the past two weeks, and I think I’ve got work lined up for this coming week. Not enough to quit the day job yet, but I’m creeping up on making back my startup costs.
At Easter I managed to explain marginal tax rates to my Republican brother, so that was a minor victory.
I drove two rescue dogs one leg on their multi-state journey to a permanent home.
StG
Not sure which of that is my fault (hope it’s not the sore arm, don’t wanna know how that could have happened), but I’m proud to have had an impact!
I’m proud for you! Ironically, though, here in the SE we spend our time eradicating wisteria from our yards. It’s gorgeous when in bloom, but self-propagates so quickly here that it will take over a yard. Once it is established it’s almost impossible to contain or remove. Love it in the woods, though!
I’m proud of the progress I made on Mrs. L.A.'s storage shed.
If you don’t want to read the long post in the link, here’s the TL;DR version: Mrs. L.A. wants to move her stuff out of her storage unit. She wanted to put it in the canopy garage where I keep my MGB, but there’s not enough room if I want to use the car. I ordered a canopy shed, and am building an elevated floor for it. I have 16 concrete piers (brackets on the corner ones), four 12-foot 2x6s, and two 7-foot 2x6s. The four corner piers, the four side piers, and the four end piers are dug in and placed. The 12-foot side 2x6s are nailed in. The end 7-footers are cut. Everything is level. I just need to dig the holes for the four middle piers, nail everything together, lay the deck, and wait for the canopy shelter to arrive.
Last week, six animals got adopted as a direct result of people seeing my photos and stories and coming to see them. That includes a 16-year-old pit bull, an FIV positive cat, and a neurotic dog who was becoming a serious problem in the shelter (and the shelter was becoming a serious problem for her). Oh, and a very sweet dog who was shy and kind of fat and plain and black whom we all sort of thought would just get overlooked and linger for ages, but had people lined up to come meet her.
This week, every animal I have scheduled has been with us over a year. Today’s cat- a blind senior with a facial deformity who has been with us about four and a half years- now has two holds on her and should go home later this week. It will be kind of a miracle if any of the others get chosen. Our audience has grown a lot lately, so I’m trying not to pin my hopes on it, but… there’s someone for everyone, so who knows?
I am very proud of the fact that I did not say anything rude to the woman who came to volunteer orientation today who already knows everything about raising and feeding orphaned wild baby birds and helping wildlife and basically how to do everything we do already. I didn’t even slap her when one of the other people asked me a question and she started answering his question with the wrong answer.
On the other hand, I am also rather proud of the way the restructured new volunteer orientation/volunteer training program I implemented over the off season is working out. I completely overhauled the way our former volunteer coordinator did things. Smaller, more frequent orientations are more personal and I can get to know they volunteers a little better from the start. I also started fast-tracking volunteers in to certain positions instead of making them wait for a group training at some undetermined point in the future. I’m pretty happy about it.
Last night, a friend of mine invited me to go rock climbing with him and his brother. I am very scared of heights.
After zipping up one of the easy walls, he picked out a more difficult one for me to do. I zipped up it until I got to a point where I wasn’t sure if I’d make it to the next hold, and I was scared to slip while that high off the ground, so I just yelled it him to let me down.
He let me down, and told me I should go more slowly and strategize more. I tried that method, got stuck even earlier, got scared, and yelled at him to let me down. Tried a third time more slowly, and actually slipped off the wall. At that point, he asked me if I wanted to try a different wall, and I said no, I want to get this one.
The fourth time, I completely ignored his advice to go slowly, and sped up the wall. I was practically doing the splits in the air at several points, rather than looking for the most practical leg hold, and I was supporting my weight almost completely with my arms at some point, even though if I had been more judicious I wouldn’t have had to. But I did it my way, and I got all the way up to the top. When I got down, his brother said “Who says you can’t just brute force your way up?”
I am proud AF for surging past my fears and doing that.
At 48, I’m still amazed sometimes by the level of adulthood I’ve achieved. Had a problem with an applicants submittal, so without much consideration I called them up, discussed the matter, and handled it with no stress. When I started at this office 20 years ago, there’s no way I could have done all that without help or at least advice from a coworker beforehand.
Thanx Beck. 2 packs a day for most of 35+ years.:smack:
How about pix of that mural? I didn’t know you paint…that’s cool.
