Shoveling

What a waste of good airtime. No one dropped dead. Nothing blew up...well, I guess it's not all over yet. It's just so hard to get excited over the Honorable Monkey Boy shoveling more crap and dumping it over the head of the American citizens...

true

I do believe in fairies!!!!!!!

Rage

Having a moment.
One of those moments when you want to scream, but you can't catch your breath and you would hit something, smash it, if you only had control of your muscles but nothing seems to work quite right. A moment when you wonder whether you're angry at someone because they are incompetent asswipes or if your really just blowing an honest mistake out of proportion.

Progress update 1

The first bookshelf will be ready to assemble and move tomorrow, at which point the second will be disassembled and painting begun.

I can resume work on the bedroom stuff as soon as I have a fan to put in the window that will blow all the fumes from the chemical stripper out the window so I don't asphyxiate. (While the auto-erotic verson might at least make for interesting cocktail party gossip, being found in a puddle of my own urine in sweatpants, a sports bra and my boot camp pt shirt doesn't extcite me one bit)

Rules

I have come to a decision.

Sam abhorrs disarray...which is funny...especially to anyone who knows him well.

Anyway, as a chick, I tend to multitask. Men pretend they understand but they don't entirely get it because multitasking isn't just about doing your work while thinking about sex. Since we have moved into the new place, I have been working on several mid-sized projects like painting the kitchen red and recaulking all the seals and touching up all the moulding in the house and painting all the closets, refinishing the bedroom furniture, painting the bookshelves, and so on. They are all multi-day jobs. And all of them take time to set, dry whatever. Obviously I am not going to take down all the moulding, and I can not very well paint the kitchen anywhere other than the kitchen, so those ongoing projects kind of have to be out here in the open, not complete yet but creeping towards being such, and Sam, you will just haveto learn to deal with that. So I have made a rule. Sam of course has free reign of he house with the following exception: My office. That is where all teh movable projects are worked on, and can stay until they are done. They don't have to be completed in one day. I don't have to put everything away each time I leave the room. It is my personal space and Sam, you may not obsess over it. (Unless you suspect that I am building a bomb or something late at night in which case you can go in and look at it, but I wouldn't recommend touching anything, particularly that big red button...but be honest, if I were would you really want to know? )

Uh huh.

Anyway. Point is thus:

I will post my progress on different projects here, so that I have somthing to post at all given the fact that I have absolutely no idea at all what else to yammer about.

naughty

I have been bad, I have not been posting, and I said I would. Spanking please.

Along the same lines, I have been realtively sober. Something's gotta change.

Oi

Where's the cheap fruity wine when you need some?

Echos

And the new house echos.

The Big Oh-Five

It has come. The world did not come to a crashing end.

That is a good thing.

We spent it at the new place, and I watched fireworks from 5 directions over the golf course.

Cool.

Wish I was drunk, though.