Canada oh Canada

SO the hubby is off to Canada for the week for some work related business. I get to man the homefront for the week. Take care of the house. Peel the wallpaper and paint the wall. :) Seems like everytime he heads off somewhere I find a new project to take on. We rent a house that hasn't been update in 10-15 years. We've painted room after room after room. We've got a fabulous land lord who has given us free reign on the decor. And me, being the Artist that I am, I want COLOR!! So we have a navy blue and white bedroom. This was formally covered in decade old paper. We have a celery green bathroom which previously was pepto bismol pink (including the ceiling). The ceiling is now white. Our hallway was the most recent transformation from again decade old wallpaper to a cranberry color. Very pretty. Our kitchen got the addition of the green paint. I would LOVE to paint the cabinets white, but our landlord was praising all the woodwork when he was here so I don't how well that will go over. The interesting part is that in some rooms we have white door frames with brown/wood doors. And the window frames are wood except in the master bath where it's white. Who knows.

Well I'm giving in and calling the hubby.

Ta ta for now.

turning green

It seems I do most of my writing late and after everyone else goes to bed.

Something that's been on my mind is the subject of jealousy. I was brought up in a strict Southern Baptist home and was taught that jealousy was a sin. It was very frowned upon and I was made to feel bad about myself as I practiced the trait growing up. It was wrong to envy the girls next door and their Barbie's. It was wrong to want straight hair like my friend at church. It was bad praying to be skinny like so many others on the cheerleading squad. I wanted to sing like my favorite singer and I envied them their fame.

I guess I'm thinking of this because I came face to face with thoughts of jealousy recently. I had not really thought in terms of the word. So many times we say we don't like someone or something because we secretly are jealous of them. I speak this first about myself. We see something in them that we long to be or have. It's much easier to not like them and not have to explain why. When I see someone who is very pretty, how much easier is it to say that I don't like them... simply based on the fact that I'm jealous of their beauty or their talent? Or even their personality. Being a naturally quiet individual I am very envious of people who are at ease with their outgoingness.

I now believe it's just human nature to see something or someone and want to be like them. How else would we challenge ourselves?