I don't know how you're enjoying YOUR Saturday, but mine will be spent judging debate.
All damn day!
Saturday, November 17, 2007
Everybody's working for the weekend
Friday, November 16, 2007
Home Improvement for $500
The Hotfessional asked for "Home Improvement". With that in mind, riddle me this: Why would people who can’t put a Christmas tree with out dropping the F Bomb at least six times EVER endeavor to do home improvement projects? I don’t know either. This is what I do know:
Do not strip wallpaper off three days before weekend visitors are due. Putting up new wallpaper together is grounds for divorce.
If you replace the bathroom faucet it will cost $2,000. Never mind that the faucet was $50, everything else will look shabby by comparison. You do the math.
If your husband spends a day in a crawl space trying to solder a leaky pipe, do not call him the next day to tell him the plumber did it in three minutes.
If you decide, three days before you move into your new house, that you have time to have the ugly popcorn texture removed from your ceilings, please take note of the fact that “Ceiling Plaster” is not a finished product. The fucking newly plastered ceilings WILL need primer plus two coats of paint.
If you are renovating a bathroom, make sure the tile you ordered is IN the United States BEFORE you take a sledge hammer to the old tile.
If you hire a neighbor, who is down on his luck, to refinish your hardwood floors, and he quotes part of his payment in cases of beer? When you come back from vacation your hardwood floors will most assuredly look like shit.
Oh people, surely you get the idea. Need I go on? That being said, so far the current bathroom project has gone surprisingly well. Here I am painting the sun room "Lemon Meringue".
Oh people, surely you get the idea. Need I go on? That being said, so far the current bathroom project has gone surprisingly well. Here I am painting the sun room "Lemon Meringue".
Right over where a window USED to be.
Look at my mad skills up top.
Finished product and start of the bathroom tomorrow.
Thursday, November 15, 2007
NaMoBlowMe
Almost didn't get it done today folks. In fact, this is going to be lame so if you want to sign off now my feelings will not be hurt. And I will resort to bullets.
I am now out of ideas. So please let me know what you would like to read about:
a. The ridiculous things we do for our children
b. Home Improvement: What's Love Got To Do With It?
c. Holiday fun with extended family
d. My boss is CRAZY
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
The B Word
No, I was not at the Senator John McCain event. I was at a BUDGET meeting. Most of the day. Slack jawed, eyes glazed over, looking like… well… like a teenager who has been asked some ridiculous question by a parent (e.g. Is your homework done? Have you fed the dog? What time is the National Honor Society induction ceremony? What do you mean YOU FORGOT to ask off work?).
Speaking of bitches the damn dog is on my last nerve. I will give her this, she doesn’t bark in the house unless seriously provoked. BUT, and this is a big BUT, she has always been a bit of a whiner. It used to be any time we put her in her crate (mostly for car trips). Then during thunderstorms. Then during fireworks. Now when she wants to be fed. Long before it is TIME for her to be fed. Whining and walking around underfoot whilst I’m cooking dinner. And for the record I was coerced into getting this dog, so NO I don’t feed her unless I am the only one home for the evening. So all the whining and getting in the way is just annoying a hell.
Speaking of pets in a loving manner, there’s a bit a conflict over at Angie’s. If you have a minute, take a look at her last few posts and offer a kind word if you can. This is an amazing woman who is feeling a bit beleaguered of late.
That’s all for now. I’m off to paint my newly dry walled and primed walls. I’ll fill you in on the great bathroomdebacle project another day.
Speaking of bitches the damn dog is on my last nerve. I will give her this, she doesn’t bark in the house unless seriously provoked. BUT, and this is a big BUT, she has always been a bit of a whiner. It used to be any time we put her in her crate (mostly for car trips). Then during thunderstorms. Then during fireworks. Now when she wants to be fed. Long before it is TIME for her to be fed. Whining and walking around underfoot whilst I’m cooking dinner. And for the record I was coerced into getting this dog, so NO I don’t feed her unless I am the only one home for the evening. So all the whining and getting in the way is just annoying a hell.
Speaking of pets in a loving manner, there’s a bit a conflict over at Angie’s. If you have a minute, take a look at her last few posts and offer a kind word if you can. This is an amazing woman who is feeling a bit beleaguered of late.
That’s all for now. I’m off to paint my newly dry walled and primed walls. I’ll fill you in on the great bathroom
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
She’s Lost that Loving Feeling
Precious Oldest broke up with Boyfriend over the weekend. I didn’t expect him to make it through the summer, much less this far into the school year. From the start he was much more smitten; and knowing my girls as I do, I recognized that this was not a good omen for the Boy.
But damn it people, he’s been hanging for around eight or so months now. And even though he started out as just Prom Date, and even though I try not to get attached, its hard. He’s a nice kid, academically excellent, easygoing. He treated Precious Oldest exactly as you would want a boy to treat your daughter; kindly, thoughtfully, with respect, with humor, and with copious compliments to her mother’s cooking.
When Oldest called to tell me the news I may have been less than supportive. I have may have blurted out something along the lines of “Poor Boyfriend! Do you think there’s any way you’ll get back together?” I know, Meanest Mother awards all over the place yet again. But my mind flashed on this gentle boy getting his heart handed to him. (Let’s just say I could empathize.) The fact that his infatuation caused the “claustrophobia” that led to the breakup barely entered my consciousness during that phone conversation.
The next morning, standing in the shower, I realized I hadn’t acknowledged Precious Oldest’s feelings about the matter much at all. She was upset and I was worried about some boy? He was not the first and is surely not the last! So I called her first thing to apologize for sounding less than sympathetic to her pain. She said it was hard. She said her stomach still hurt. She said he was very upset. (Uh yeah, excluding mine, she doesn’t like to hurt other people’s feelings.) She said thank you for listening.
And I? Silently thanked God for not being a teenager any more. Because even if you are the one doing the heart breaking? Its heartbreaking.
But damn it people, he’s been hanging for around eight or so months now. And even though he started out as just Prom Date, and even though I try not to get attached, its hard. He’s a nice kid, academically excellent, easygoing. He treated Precious Oldest exactly as you would want a boy to treat your daughter; kindly, thoughtfully, with respect, with humor, and with copious compliments to her mother’s cooking.
When Oldest called to tell me the news I may have been less than supportive. I have may have blurted out something along the lines of “Poor Boyfriend! Do you think there’s any way you’ll get back together?” I know, Meanest Mother awards all over the place yet again. But my mind flashed on this gentle boy getting his heart handed to him. (Let’s just say I could empathize.) The fact that his infatuation caused the “claustrophobia” that led to the breakup barely entered my consciousness during that phone conversation.
The next morning, standing in the shower, I realized I hadn’t acknowledged Precious Oldest’s feelings about the matter much at all. She was upset and I was worried about some boy? He was not the first and is surely not the last! So I called her first thing to apologize for sounding less than sympathetic to her pain. She said it was hard. She said her stomach still hurt. She said he was very upset. (Uh yeah, excluding mine, she doesn’t like to hurt other people’s feelings.) She said thank you for listening.
And I? Silently thanked God for not being a teenager any more. Because even if you are the one doing the heart breaking? Its heartbreaking.
Monday, November 12, 2007
The 70's Were Hell Man
In 1970 Richard Nixon was President. Midnight Cowboy won best picture at the Oscars. The Chiefs won the Super Bowl. A first class stamp cost 6 cents. Jimi Hendrix and Janis Joplin both died of a drug overdose. Blood, Sweat and Tears was album of the year at the Grammys. Four students were killed by National Guardsmen at Kent State University. IBM introduced the floppy disk. During the spring semester of second grade we moved to Trumbull, Connecticut. Sib #4 turned two. I turned eight.
We now lived in a four bedroom house and that meant I got MY OWN ROOM. This was BIG DEAL people. I think my parents felt some guilt about me being the practice child (as all firsts are) and I never again had to share a room. My mother let me choose the wall color for my bedroom and I chose .....Orange. I know it was the 70's and all, but Orange?
In 1974 Richard Nixon resigned the Presidency. Gerald Ford was sworn in as the 38th President of the United States. A first class stamp cost 10 cents. The Sting won the Oscar for best picture. People Magazine debuted with Mia Farrow on the cover. Roberta Flack won a Grammy for "Killing Me Softly with His Song". We moved to Denver, Colorado. Sib #5 turned three. I turned twelve and started middle school.
We still refer to this as "the move west", as though we went in covered wagons. This was strange and uncharted territory. People thought we talked funny. There was so much empty space. There were tumbleweeds blowing down the streets for crying out loud! But the skiing? OMG, made it worth the move. I learned to ski before I learned to ride a bike. And skiing in the Rockies v.s. the suck ass, well anything in New York, Vermont, Massachusetts? Was awesome!
In 1976 Gerald Ford was president. A first class stamp cost 13 cents. One Flew Over the Cuckoos Nest won best picture at the Oscars. Captain and Tennille won the best record Grammy for "Love Will keep Us Together". The Yankees lost to Cincinnati in the World Series. America celebrated it's Bicentennial. We moved to Wichita, Kansas. I turned fourteen.
We now lived in a four bedroom house and that meant I got MY OWN ROOM. This was BIG DEAL people. I think my parents felt some guilt about me being the practice child (as all firsts are) and I never again had to share a room. My mother let me choose the wall color for my bedroom and I chose .....Orange. I know it was the 70's and all, but Orange?
In 1974 Richard Nixon resigned the Presidency. Gerald Ford was sworn in as the 38th President of the United States. A first class stamp cost 10 cents. The Sting won the Oscar for best picture. People Magazine debuted with Mia Farrow on the cover. Roberta Flack won a Grammy for "Killing Me Softly with His Song". We moved to Denver, Colorado. Sib #5 turned three. I turned twelve and started middle school.
We still refer to this as "the move west", as though we went in covered wagons. This was strange and uncharted territory. People thought we talked funny. There was so much empty space. There were tumbleweeds blowing down the streets for crying out loud! But the skiing? OMG, made it worth the move. I learned to ski before I learned to ride a bike. And skiing in the Rockies v.s. the suck ass, well anything in New York, Vermont, Massachusetts? Was awesome!
In 1976 Gerald Ford was president. A first class stamp cost 13 cents. One Flew Over the Cuckoos Nest won best picture at the Oscars. Captain and Tennille won the best record Grammy for "Love Will keep Us Together". The Yankees lost to Cincinnati in the World Series. America celebrated it's Bicentennial. We moved to Wichita, Kansas. I turned fourteen.
Can you imagine? Truly? The horror of a teen aged girl transplanted to a NEW High School? In KANSAS? I am telling you now, there are limits to my patience and understanding. I did not say a civil word to my parents for a good year. Can you blame me?
Sunday, November 11, 2007
Sundy, Sunday, Sunday
ROCK CHALK JAYHAWK GO KU!!!
We had a big birthday last night
The hostess had some cake
I just had more wine
OK, now that I have THAT out of my system, remember this project? Do you want a progress report? Oh let's, shall we? We knew the tile would either pop right off or we'd have to take a sledge hammer to it. Guess what?
It popped right off!
Next to go was the useless window
Then fill the hole with a piece of sheet rock.
Oops, ran out of sheet rock for the other side. Off to Lowe's for sheet rock, mud, bead board and a new TP dispenser and towel bar. Just another walk on the wild side!
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