Not Me! Monday

Welcome to Not Me! Monday! This blog carnival was created by MckMama. You can head over to her blog to read what she and everyone else have not been doing this week.

This week has been a CRAZY week, to put it mildly. But it was a GREAT week, as well. Dylan's party went off with only 2 hitches, which I will get to later in another "birthday" post, and all the drama happened well before the party, thank goodness!

Anyway, on to the Not Me's!

I did not have a major painting catastrophe. Well, major for little ole OCD me. During one of the "red" painting days on the barn, it was quite windy. Little strings of red paint (you know, like hot, hot pizza fresh from the oven at a great pizza parlor) went flying everywhere more than once. I did not get it on my hands.....

.....my feet, legs, arms, thighs... you get the picture....
And I did not FREAK OUT. I had a doctor appointment the next day, so I HAD to use gasoline to remove the paint. Well, I had never done this before, since I don't usually like to cover myself with paint, you know, so I was not the most experienced paint remover by gasoline person on the block. My dad did not (a "for real" did not) give me 'directions' so when he poured it on the rag I was going to use, I went straight to work. I rubbed, rubbed, and rubbed some more, which sent my dad doubled over in laughter. Confused, I asked what was funny. "You will smell like gas for a week!" Apparently a "little dab will do ya" and I didn't have to go "all out." Well, I did not freak out again, afraid I would accidentally catch myself on fire somehow, (don't ask why I thought this, I just did) so I did not absolutely scrub at least 3 layers of skin off in the shower. I was not wearing my favorite "Woodstock" shirt either, (the bird, not the event) and was not afraid to wash it and dry it because it might catch on fire (again, don't ask) so I did not take this picture to document my last time wearing my favorite around-the-house shirt.

This is not what Dad's rear view mirror looked like exactly one week earlier, either.

I also did not get a little carried away with the red paint and keep going around the corner, which was supposed to stay white. It did not take about 6 coats to get it semi white again.
This is not what I did to my leg on the boards pictured above, on the blue milk crates. It did not hurt like you-know-what and I have not whined about it ever since it happened. It also did not freak me out when it would start "leaking" blood out the front at various times for no apparent reason at all. I was not convinced I had a blood clot that was going straight to my heart and/or brain.
This is not what I did to my other leg helping carry the barn in the house for Dylan to get used to before his party. I also did not whine about this "boo boo" either. And I most definitely would not take pictures of said "boo boo's" and blog about my wimpy-ness (is that a word?) to the whole world wide web, either. Nope, not me.

We did not take Dylan out in long sleeves, pants, a toboggan, and BAREFOOT to let him look at his barn. (It was actually about 65-70 degrees, we only used to toboggan because the wind was blowing like crazy. Just thought it looked hilarious and oh so "hillbilly.")

I did not work by candle light on Dylan's birthday party decorations while the electric was off because I was afraid I would run out of time. I am not 'hiding' in the back left corner while Poppy & Momma play ball with Dylan. I did not yell a my sister after taking the picture with the flash, screaming, "Now I can't see by the light of the candle!"

Dylan did not have a death grip on his 5 dollar bill from his Poppy's friend Walter. He wouldn't give it up even in his sleep.

Just hang in there for some great birthday pictures, Aunt Deane and everyone else who may be interested. I am not finished editing them, but when I am, I will post a slide show.

P.S. Brenda (Jane) and April, the balloons were the hit of the party. They were the first thing almost everyone commented on when they came in the door. They were great and Dylan has enjoyed them as a giant punching bag. Thank you guys so much! That was a great gift idea!