Ain't Nuthin But a G Thang Baby

Two things got me through another weekend of waiting
Painting our walls a greige-white called Tahitian Vanilla and jamming out to gangster rap.

Turns out, the Dr. Dre station on I Heart Radio is quite meditative.

Piggy-backing on our recent viewing of Straight Out of Compton, I flipped to this station on a whim over the weekend while continue the renovation of our forever-home.

See, the only way I think I am going to get through this god awful lull is to keep busy.

A lot....A LOT of our walls were originally painted a sort of yellowy-beige color, which obviously matched the yellowy floor tiles and the yellowish carpet.
And that's fine and all....but dudes, it's in a FLAT finish.
Anyone who knows anything about painting knows that the flat finish is for your ceilings only.

Why?

Because it's impossible to clean if the walls get dirty.
Instead of wiping away dog drool or dirt or wine or WHATEVER gets tossed onto our walls from time to time, cleaning just kind of....moves it around.

Super cool.

But painting all those walls (read: ALL the walls on the first floor AND stairway up to the second) is a big job...one I was planning to leave to the professionals.

Until we found out I have 11-ish weekends to twiddle my thumbs.
So I got to work.

Songs like California Love and Straight Outta Compton were blaring through the speakers and I bopped around in my painting clothes. I tore out some existing drapery (that had spiders in it....GROSS) and patched and painted most of the walls on the first floor, up the stairwell, to the landing above....all. weekend. long.
By the end of the weekend I had all the main floor walls painted, finished putting together a gallery wall to hang over the sofa, chose a fun gray-blue beachy color to paint the dining room, ordered some fabulous end tables to use as night-stands for our bedroom, and a square cream-colored rug for the living room.

Over the last couple of weeks, the winter cold started to get the best of me so instead of dragging my ass out of bed to workout, I slept in for a week and a half.
Which was okay, but I didn't feel more refreshed.
I started to run again this week and my mental-state has improved greatly.

So I guess you're also wondering where we are in our PGD journey?

Well, both of our parents got their carrier results back as of this morning and I emailed them off to my contact at Reprogenetics.
She will then ship out saliva kits to both sets of parents and Mark and I will need to schedule a blood draw.
Everyone sends their fresh DNA to their lab and then the PGD set-up can finally begin.
All six weeks of it.

I should also note that we found out my mom and Mark's dad were the positive carriers of MCAD.
Their results don't affect anything but SOMEONE in each family was obviously the carrier.
I was relieved to find out none of them were matches for anything.

My dad also got his preliminary results back and is headed in for a second opinion.
His survival rate is really high right now because they caught it so early.
He mentioned something about seeing a specialist in Colorado because they developed a new technique to localize radiation on the cancer cells.....or something.

So we are back to waiting.
Plus! We are just over a month away from the official start of spring, which seriously could not come faster these days.
Bring on the good weather!

Thanks for reading!