Well. Here I am. Our construction project is seeming to take longer than expected. Even longer than I allowed for it to BE longer than expected. Boo. But we keep moving forward. I'm currently without a computer as well. My awesome MACBOOK that I purchased not more than two years ago has broken.
It's pretty much for shit now. The worst part is nothing was spilled on it, no viruses, and no one dropped it. It just decided, " What the fuck. Let's break down and completely stop working for shits and giggles!". And so it was.
Those smug little Apple store fuckers told me, "Blah blah blah. $200 - $500 to repair. They are just so rude over there. AND they always treat you like you ARE the dumbest thing on two legs. When in reality, they are geeky nerds who probably at 40, still live in their parents basement. Jerks.
But, I'm out a computer. So I am currently coming to you via my cell phone, which is not actually that easy to do. I'm convinced there'll be many many typos. Oh well. Isn't there a website called DAMN autocorrect? Well I am battling it as I type. Grrrrrrr. Apple. And I now use their product name as a swear. It works for everyone.
So blogging will be minimal until I can get a new computer. Sorry Cindi. But you know me in real life.
Stop sending me threatening emails. Ha ha. Sisters.
Sunday, July 31, 2011
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
I had no idea.
I didn't know, when you hired people to do stuff, construction wise to your house, that they work on their OWN schedule.
I thought if you paid someone to do the work, it was in your time frame. Not so much. It gets frustrating and annoying and my patience is running thin. But I have to say..things are looking beautiful.
The only work that has been on time is the floor installation, and Ryan. Ha ha..Ryan. My computer geek of a husband has hung cabinets like a crazy man. He and my father in law worked like mad and they are done and they look fan-freaking-tastic. Now...the floors he did not do. I told him if he attempted to do that, we would most likely fight. A lot. And the house is really echo-y right now because of the cathedral ceilings and the no carpet floors. There would not only be fighting, but LOUD fighting. So he agreed to have someone else do them.
And let me say....our floor guys are awesome. I love our new floors. They are stunning. Aside from that though..ugh..delay delay delay. One guy even told me he was going to "cut out early" because his band has a show. WHAT?!?! I don't care! Get my freaking stuff done dude! Unless you're famous and doing work on the side, cause you want to know what it's like to be a "real person" get the shit done. Seriously.
Here's the kitchen before. It looks like a grandma kitchen kinda. We are slowly working our way out of the 1990's.
More to come when we're done. But that's probably not for at least another 3-4 shows. Because CLEARLY the dude has to rock!
I thought if you paid someone to do the work, it was in your time frame. Not so much. It gets frustrating and annoying and my patience is running thin. But I have to say..things are looking beautiful.
The only work that has been on time is the floor installation, and Ryan. Ha ha..Ryan. My computer geek of a husband has hung cabinets like a crazy man. He and my father in law worked like mad and they are done and they look fan-freaking-tastic. Now...the floors he did not do. I told him if he attempted to do that, we would most likely fight. A lot. And the house is really echo-y right now because of the cathedral ceilings and the no carpet floors. There would not only be fighting, but LOUD fighting. So he agreed to have someone else do them.
And let me say....our floor guys are awesome. I love our new floors. They are stunning. Aside from that though..ugh..delay delay delay. One guy even told me he was going to "cut out early" because his band has a show. WHAT?!?! I don't care! Get my freaking stuff done dude! Unless you're famous and doing work on the side, cause you want to know what it's like to be a "real person" get the shit done. Seriously.
Here's the kitchen before. It looks like a grandma kitchen kinda. We are slowly working our way out of the 1990's.
More to come when we're done. But that's probably not for at least another 3-4 shows. Because CLEARLY the dude has to rock!
Monday, July 11, 2011
Renovating my house has shown me who the TRUE hoarder is in the family
So...we've decided to tear up the entire upstairs of our house. Yep. And it's a DIY project. Well...I suppose if I'd had my way it would have been a call-the-contractor-move-into-a four-star-hotel-and-after-two-magical-weeks-it's-done project. Oh yeah, and with new furniture and paint too.
But we are not that fancy OR wealthy. And Ryan likes to get his hands dirty. After demolition, apparently I do too. Who knew? Anyway..that's why I haven't posted in a while. I've been busy tearing out walls, ripping up carpet, prying up staples, and floorboards and cooking in a makeshift kitchen. All the while keeping my 2 kids entertained because YOU KNOW RYAN'S BEEN OUT OF TOWN!!!
I will, however, tell you how Miles is a huge hoarder. And when I say hoarder..I mean...holy shit he has a lot of stuff.
First I started off gutting out his room. We have to put hardwood in his room because he has horrible allergies. So I started there. And of course Ryan was out of town. See the things I pulled?
Miles saves ALL of the packaging to ALL his Star Wars action figures.
I found 10 of my old spice jars filled with candy canes. It's July now.
I also found, what I like to call, BAGS o' CRAP. Which is basically any bag and or backpack filled with, well...all kinds of crap. And MAN was there a lot of crap in them.
Lastly...his collection of actual Star Wars playsets and "stuff", plus only half of his lego collection. Keep in mind..this was all in his closet and under his bed. There was more, but I couldn't even photograph it I was so annoyed at the sheer amount of shit.
I'm completely annoyed right now just looking at all that stuff. I was in the process of throwing most things away. Such as the old toys he got with his Happy Meals from McDonald's, and all the pieces of things that no longer had other pieces to match. But as I was doing this, I noticed my guy pacing up and down the hallway. Back and forth. Back and forth. And then the panic set in. He started eyeing the trash bins to make sure I wasn't throwing things he deemed important.
For the love of God! It almost killed me. I just wanted to get rid of the stuff and it was giving Miles an ulcer. So I stopped and took the kids outside. They swam with friends for a few hours, and then Miles gave the neighbor boys his Transformers. It was awesome. Charity at it's very best.
And now the construction has begun. We tore up the house and now they're laying the hardwood floors.
Back to trying to "not" kill my children. I'm having issues with them not listening. To anything. At all. EVER. And it's killing me. It's a slow painful death. And like I said on facebook today...they're lucky there are construction people in and out of my house all day.
But we are not that fancy OR wealthy. And Ryan likes to get his hands dirty. After demolition, apparently I do too. Who knew? Anyway..that's why I haven't posted in a while. I've been busy tearing out walls, ripping up carpet, prying up staples, and floorboards and cooking in a makeshift kitchen. All the while keeping my 2 kids entertained because YOU KNOW RYAN'S BEEN OUT OF TOWN!!!
I will, however, tell you how Miles is a huge hoarder. And when I say hoarder..I mean...holy shit he has a lot of stuff.
First I started off gutting out his room. We have to put hardwood in his room because he has horrible allergies. So I started there. And of course Ryan was out of town. See the things I pulled?
Miles saves ALL of the packaging to ALL his Star Wars action figures.
I found 10 of my old spice jars filled with candy canes. It's July now.
I also found, what I like to call, BAGS o' CRAP. Which is basically any bag and or backpack filled with, well...all kinds of crap. And MAN was there a lot of crap in them.
Lastly...his collection of actual Star Wars playsets and "stuff", plus only half of his lego collection. Keep in mind..this was all in his closet and under his bed. There was more, but I couldn't even photograph it I was so annoyed at the sheer amount of shit.
I'm completely annoyed right now just looking at all that stuff. I was in the process of throwing most things away. Such as the old toys he got with his Happy Meals from McDonald's, and all the pieces of things that no longer had other pieces to match. But as I was doing this, I noticed my guy pacing up and down the hallway. Back and forth. Back and forth. And then the panic set in. He started eyeing the trash bins to make sure I wasn't throwing things he deemed important.
For the love of God! It almost killed me. I just wanted to get rid of the stuff and it was giving Miles an ulcer. So I stopped and took the kids outside. They swam with friends for a few hours, and then Miles gave the neighbor boys his Transformers. It was awesome. Charity at it's very best.
And now the construction has begun. We tore up the house and now they're laying the hardwood floors.
Back to trying to "not" kill my children. I'm having issues with them not listening. To anything. At all. EVER. And it's killing me. It's a slow painful death. And like I said on facebook today...they're lucky there are construction people in and out of my house all day.
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