process essay

I begin with entering my liven room with such dismal boring white walls. I look around at the boring walls I will be soon starting the process of painting. There will be lots of things to do such as moving all the furniture out of the room, putting newspapers down on the floor to prevent paint on my tiles, and lastly painting the walls a bright beachy yellow. Now this procedure is going to be a long tiring and in my opinion boring. But I am also anxious to see if i find any lost treasures clearing out the furniture, you never know with my house!

Now moving all the furniture out of my liven room is quite the process I must say. Especially when you have no help trying to move a full couch out that of course will not fit through the door straight. It has to be tipped up on its side which is very dangerous because I can be quite the clutz. And sure enough I drop the couch on my toes and scream like a little baby. Now the rest of this part of the procedure goes smoothly with everything else being light and going through the door easily.

Now the next step in this process is to lay down all the old news papers I have been collecting for months for this occasion alone. They go down easily as you can imagine this is quite the easy process. But when my puppy and cat discover what they decide to be there new playground and go tearing around the newspapers while I'm in the other room it turns out to not be an easy process. All of the news papers that I had just layed out are now turn and strewn everywhere. While the puppy and cat just look at me like, "what did we do?" And, "oh you didn't lay this down for us to tear up?" Well needless to say I can not bring myself to spank them as much as I would like to and I just put them in my room and shut the door.

And now for the gruiling painting job. This is what I have been not looking foward to for months. With all the stupid trim work and painting around my stupid fire place and laying a new border down on the the top of the walls. Well it's a mess. I end up dumping bright yellow beachy paint all down the front of me and it soaks through the news papers on to my floor. It was such a mess and actually ended up taking me two days to complete. For I realized I did not have the patients to complete it all. But eventually about a 100 paint spills and splatters later I did complete this long process.

Now I did not find any lost treasures when I was moving the furniture out. Well unless you count the 4 dust bunnys which I named, frank, joe, lisa, and linda, there really wasn't anything exciting found. And laying papers down was not nearly as easy as I thought. And the painting not as quick as I hoped. But hey its done and I feel accomplished. Oh wait now it't time to paint the lousy kitchen.