Tuesday, July 31, 2007
Well you all know that I wanted to redo my attic. Here I am posting some "work-in-progress" pictures. Still not finished... but it's getting there!!
This is the old attic:
Kevin and Ana Helped get the sheetrock to the attic (I didn't get any pictures of this phase- we were all too tired!!!) and then Ana, Tanya, Devin, Berkely and John helped me put them up (it only took 2 1/2 weeks!) Here is a picture of John helping (no not posed I swear!)
Tom came over to mud and tape, but ended up helping fix the walls- so Tanya and I taped (she'll kill me for this!):
This is the closet I put in. I am proud to say that other then some lifting help from John, I did this entire part by myself... and it works!
Finally, I am texturing the walls (which means making mud swirls on the drywall) and painting them blue.
Hopefully I'll have the painting part done by this weekend so I can start on the floors! The new windows won't be in until next week... I'll post finished pictures!
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
Do you ever feel something that you know you shouldn't feel? I'm jealous. Bright Green. I introduced two of my closet friends- with the intent of them hooking up- and yes it worked. And it's great. And I am happy for them. They both deserve this, and I KNEW they were right for each other. But there is this other part of my that is madly jealous. Why? Because he is treating her the way I WANT to be treated. He's calling her every day. He'll text her to say he misses her. He'd be happy with nothing more then to cuddle. Dammit. I want that. I want a man to want me. I want someone to hold me at night. I'm tired of the guys who want nothing more then sex. I was out the other night with these two people I introduced and the drunk guy across the bar yelled across to me "Hey Breasts". That's all I feel I am sometimes. A big pair of tits that guys want. How is it that I can't find someone like the people my friends are?
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
My god I hate this feeling. The Lethargy, the skin pain, the brain fog, the totally feeling not like myself. I know that steriods were needed. The pain was beyond excruiating, and now it is much much better. But is it really worth it to feel like this for days afterwards? I don't think so. Part of my would rather suffer.
The worst part about steriods is that you always forget. You only remember the relief it gives you from whatever the matter is. You forget this way your skin hurts when anything touches it, the way that no matter how much sleep you get it's never enough. Saturday night was great- the first day always is. I painted my basement. Almost the whole thing. It looks good. But today I feel like utter crap. And it sucks.
Monday, July 16, 2007
Or maybe that should be the kicker. Today was day 3 of my three day IV Steroid treatement. I forgot how dang TIRED I was after steriods. I feel like a drone. Day one was great- I had so much hyper energy that I ended up painting almost my entire basement. I had to stop because I got called in to work. Boy am I paying for that lack of sleep now. I feel like I did when I was discharged from the hospital last time. COMPLETLY worn out. Like I want to sleep for a week. At least the pain in my leg has gone down to a 2 on 10.
Saturday, July 07, 2007
Well I've had my first true experience with sheetrock and it was not a pleaseant one. It was beyond horrifying. Ana was a major trooper... we carried a total 40 sheets to the attic yesterday- not getting done until 2am. I worked the poor girl to death. So we finally get them all upstrais and crash for the night.
Today I attempted to try and hang the sheetrock. This is going to be a MUCH more difficult experience then I planned. My studs are not even, I kept missing with the screws, the glue wasn't holding up, the edges didn't line up right.....
There is NO way I am going to be able to do this mysely in 2 weeks..... this sucks....
Thursday, July 05, 2007
1. Sleeping arrangements.
There are other places in this house for you to sleep besides on top of me. Seriously. This house is about 1500 square foot.. which means that at any given time, you've got a minimum of 1495sq. ft. to sleep in. If you want warmth, sleep in a window.. if you want cool, sleep under the kitchen sink. If it's nearness to me you're after, sleep beside me. This suggestion can be multiplied by two when you're thinking of sleeping on my head. As a living, breathing mammal, you should be very well aware that I need to breathe. Your furry belly covering my mouth and nose makes this impossible. Remember - if I die, no one will feed you.
2. Purring will not get you out of trouble.
If I just caught you on top of the rat cage, with your paw in the fish bowl or beating up your sister, purring the instant I pick you up will under no circumstances avert the stern talking to you're about to receive. As Supreme Ruler of this household, it is my duty to keep all the creatures in this house safe. Even the ones you consider a suitable supper.
3. I do not need an escort through the house.
I've been walking for nearly 26 years. I've walked through areas much more dangerous than the hallway and the laundry room with absolutely no protection from a cat.. and I lived to tell the tale. While I understand that it's just because you care for me and want to protect me from those shadows that get your hackles up.. I'm really not scared. I'll be fine walking to the bathroom and back by myself. And, hey. If I need your protection and support? I'll be sure to call you.
4. I don't need help cleaning.
I'm perfectly capable of cleaning house without your help. I don't need you hanging off the broom to give me more power in my stroke, I don't need you chasing the mop and tracking your pretty little paw prints on the linoleum I just *finished* mopping.. nor do I need you to chase the cloth while I clean the windows or leave your paw prints there I also don't need protection from the vacuum cleaner.. Hissing at it doesn't do any good. It doesn't speak your language.
5. I know when it's time to get up.
I prefer to wake up when I'm ready, as opposed to when you think it's time for me to get up. While it might just make me ungrateful, I really don't need your kitty kisses on my chin, you sniffing my eyelashes, you licking my lips or my ears. And I *definitely* don't need you sitting on my chest staring at me until I wake up. If your bowl is empty, I can guarantee it hasn't been empty long.. and I further guarantee that you won't starve to death the second you've eaten your last bit of food. I promise. Let me sleep. Then when I wake up, I'll be happy to see you and even happier to feed you.
It's back. The funny lightheaded feeling. It started about an hour ago, and is now back. The tightness behind the ears and in my forehead. I work in a Damn ED and I can't get my hands on a damn 5mg Meclzine pill that you can buy over any counter anywhere. Lets just hope that it doesn't get any worse... I have 7 1/2 hours to go of my 16 hour shift and lord knows I don't want to feel like that again.
Tuesday, July 03, 2007
Well the Sabres are in for a rough year. We've lost BOTH Brier and Drury. Our tough center line has just been demolished. It makes me mad to think we could have had one player, but the contract wasn't signed. We've so clsoe to the cup two years in a row and now I doubt we'll get a third shot.
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