I never really thought of it as being an adhd related thing until I joined this forum but I guess things are beginning to add up for me now. :o

I hope you guys think this is funny. It wasn't at the time, but is comical now...unless you're an animal rights activist....kidding. But I am a little anxious about work plans for Tues....

I've gotta go back to work on a fruit mural in client's kitchen and reunite with Josh, the yappy jack russel terrier.
The last time I saw him, about a week ago, I almost broke his leg and I don’t think he likes me very much. :rolleyes:

When I arrived at the home, about half an hour from my house, I realized I left the door key they had given me on the table at home.
Not to worry, but the owners leave the garage door lifted about 10 inches so Josh can get in and out to go pee. :D

I decide to shimmy under and hope that I don’t get stuck and that the kitchen door is unlocked. I made it under with minor scrapes and thankfully,the kitchen door was unlocked. Josh is freaking out inside, but so far so good.

I lock the kitchen door because I am alone and there are yard men planting shrubs and I am trying to be safe and responsible. :rolleyes:

I now need to go outside to get my supplies from the van so I walk out the back door – locking it behind me so no one enters unnoticed while I’m out at the car which is parked at the street.

OK, I go to the car realizing I can’t get in because I left the car keys in the house on the counter! :eek: Can’t get in the back door that I just locked and so I have to shimmy under the garage door again, get more scrapes, upset Josh and get my car keys. WELL. The kitchen door is locked!!! :faint:

Because I am so intelligent, I manage to find a key under the mat at the kitchen door… that’s wonderful, but about now I am ready to scream!!!

Having learned my lesson, I manage to finally make it out the unlocked back door and into the van successfully. And then I am able to get back into the house……through the same door! Hold the applause :cool:

The woman I am working for wants fruit on red walls. Southern women like fruit…I could paint apples and peaches in my sleep!

So I'm up on this ladder with a bucket of red paint, a sponge, and a paint brush. I begin appying paint with the brush, dabbing with the sponge, and realize I left the rags that I need down in my bag of supplies.

I put the paint brush in my mouth to free my hands, only to find that I stuck it in bristle side first. It startles me so, that I lose balance on the ladder and all the kings men could not put us back together again!!!:eek:

I landed on my butt with red paint all over the entire kitchen- hardwood floor, cabinets, countertops, Josh’s water dish… and me.:o

I get up trying not to panic and looking to see if I have permanently ruined anything in the couple’s home.

Don’t ask me why, but I zero in on the paint all over my nike shoes. I pull my shoes off so as not to track paint through the house.

Out the back door ... Josh behind me... found the hosepipe so I could rinse off my shoes. I grabbed the hose which had been left on .......... water pressure! When I went to spray my shoes, the water hit Josh in the side sending him rolling through the yard and across the street.:eek:

When I made it over to Josh,I thought he was dead…. but when I picked him up, he began yelping. He had a pretty bad limp and was smeared with red paint...it was gruesome. I got Josh back to the house as the immigrant yard men watched.Hmmmm.

The rest of the afternoon, I spent cleaning up red paint from Josh,the kitchen,and myself ....and thanking God that I had moved the expensive fruit patterned rug before I started my work! :faint:

wow...

*raises left hand* I will not laugh, I will not feel better about my night at work *looks around hoping nobody notices I've crossed my fingers*

I think you deserve a latte' and Josh deserves a new chew toy like a big juicy T-bone, if you can't make a dog love you naturally then by all means hit them were it counts...in the gut.

Worked with my husband :eek: did I just type that? :D Don't worry he'll still love me tommorrow.

Hello. Just wanted to say that the fruit mural is going well. Josh has pretty much been staying out of my way. I still detect a little red under his toenails, though;)

Don't worry, I enjoy sticking paintbrushes in my mouth, happens all the time :faint:
I also rinse the brushes out in my glass of iced tea...wish I could say I enjoy the way it tastes.

Spills are nothing new to me...

Coffee with a friend - make a scene at starbucks.

50th birthday party for a friend - knock wine from friends hand while giving a hello birthday hug ..... break the glass....stain the carpet

Turn a corner in the van -
2 improperly secured cans of paint empty completely and soak the way- back of the van.....ketchup and mustard colors dripping from the back bumper all the way down independence blvd.
I have a clearly marked, designated parking spot at the art center in my favorite colors.

There's nothing like leaving your thumbprint on the world...it's great advertisement...

Ah you know what they say...how will I be remembered when I"m gone? I have a feeling people are going to remember you with bright and loving colors, no depressing greys or blacks where your concerned.

Thanks Nucking Futs!
Bright and colorful for sure. My "designated parking place" is about as far from the art center's door as I can get. I didn't want anyone to see the crazy mess on the pavement coming from the back of the van so I parked away from the other cars.

Now I feel obligated to park on top of the RoyaL boO boO everytime I go to work. But hey, the mustard and ketchup colors on my bumper makes everyone know where I belong....right?

I had hoped YoU would reply with your nightmare SPILL story, as some of us ADD people manage to do that a LOT. ;) !!!!!!!!!!!!!

:o O' My goodness which one? lmbo

Ok you want something to make you feel better? trust me I've got just the medicine.

I had a resident at work who at times forgot where his bathroom was and would go in the nearest corner. I neglected to check my mop bucket before filling it with hot soapy water and nothing fatal happened until I hit the dining room when the wheel decided to fall off spilling the entire contents of the mop bucket onto the dining room floor.

While transfering an army pot full of potatoe/bacon and cheese soup from the stove to the frig my handle broke and spilled the intire pot on my kitchen carpet, myself, that baby, the cat, the walls, the frig, you get the picture yet? It took me $20 to get my kids to clean it up and another $200 for my carpet to be professionally cleaned after the milk began to spoil, talk about a stench!!!!

My first day at work in the local Pizza Hut I spilled an entire pizza on this outrageously cute guys lap. I've also spilled an entire pitcher of pepsi on a very grouchy and mean lady, spilled shelves of plates that clattered all the way into the dining room, knocked a shelf of glass beer pitchers down when I worked in the bar-one concelation was I was unconscious and didn't have to suffer the humiliation until many weeks later when the guys decided I had healed enough for razzing.

I'm terrified of heights so to prove my womanhood while painting our house I climb to the top of the ladder only to realize that its shaking like crazy from my trembling body. Result was a nasty fall including a concussion and broken foot and the ladder knocked the window in our bedroom out spilling the white paint on our new brown carpet. The good news is I didn't much like the color I picked out after it was laid anyways :p .

Is that enough or would you like more?

Being remembered as Bright and Colorful is not a bad thing.