Why me?

Why do I keep ending up in the "I ate garlic for lunch" section of the gym?

Just answer me that?

ugh

I have nothing much to work on today, so I am sitting here reading blogs and trying to entertain myself.

I hate days like this it makes me so bored that all I want to do it go home and sit in front of the tv and do nothing.

Still working on my Christmas list, and I really can't think of anything. You can't really ask for someone to pay your debt for Christmas can you?

TAH DAH!

To commemorate my 100th post (yup it's been that many) I give you the monkey looking inquisitive.


Circled is a pillow my g-mom made because she thought it looked like the monkey. I believe the dog on the pillow is a Silkie Terrier, which the monkey is not. But G-mom rocks so the pillow gets couch placement.

Thanks to the handful of people who read my blathering! *hugs*

All I want for Christmas...

...oh I don't freaking know.

I am trying to compile a list of things to ask for to make it easier on my family to find things for me for Christmas. We do this every year to make it easier for everyone to shop. I need generic things like clothes but I can't think of specific things. And my mothers taste vary so much from what I like that it can be scary. I just can't think of that many things I want, I basically want to pay my debt off but asking for money is not cool for Christmas. Asking for money for wedding absolutely, Christmas...not so much.

One person that is hard to shop for is my dad, cause he has every tool type gadget and piece of golf equipment, and his birthday is in November so you have to be ready to get him something else right away.

The other is the man, why you man ask? Because when he wants something he mentions it, I note it in my data banks, and then the bugger goes and buys it for himself. Makes it exceedingly difficult to get him anything. And I don't like always getting someone gift cards, especially family because to me it's a little too impersonal. I already got him one thing and I am praying he doesn't go behind my back and order it online or something. I have to keep saying to him Christmas is coming and if you keep buying yourself things, we won't have anything to get for you. He doesn't seem to get it, is it a boy thing?

hand cramping

i just started signing the company christmas card.

There are 400 of them.

Nuf said

Yes I am evil

A few weeks ago the man and I had a wedding to go to. It was a horrible ceremony. The priest was yelling at us, because he didn't realize he had a microphone on. They had a singer who was flat and just horrible. It was too long and they weren't even done after you may kiss the bride part.

The reception was upstairs. We went right to the first bar we saw. There were 3 stations of food, dips and bread, shrimp and crab legs (longest wait ever) and sushi (not a fan). Then there were butlered horses ovaries (hors d'oeuvres). The station lines took way too long and there was not enough of the food being butlered and we were drinking like fishes. With barely any food everyone was getting very drunk. The cocktail hour lasted over 2 hours.

Then we were led downstairs for dinner, which didn't actually come until 9:30! At that point I was almost too drunk to care, but I wanted food. The food was ok not spectacular.

So we are sitting drunk at our table, which was mostly the man's family. And discussion came to the man's sister, who is pregnant, and what she will have. Someone said a girl, and the man's other sister said "well it shouldn't matter as long as it's healthy." To which the man said, "well what if it's ugly?" And she just stared at him. Then he said "eh we'll just throw it in the river." Then I said "Nah we'll sell it for parts." And the table burst out laughing.

Yes we were joking...and I am evil.

One person saying that we should have no worries about our marriage since we think similarly.

Oops, I think

In my office we have a lot of sales people. Only a few of them are worth their salt.

One of them is a guy, who as an adult, goes by the name Jimmy. He is a complete moron and I don't know how he functions on a day-to-day basis. Dealing with him is like dealing with a 4 yr old. He drives a Jaguar, because his wife's family is wealthy, and from time to time you can see him filling in scratches with a Sharpie marker. He has twins but only has a picture of one of them on his desk. Why you may ask? Because, and I quote, "The other one looks just like that." He is jewish but whistles Christmas songs, year round. And to top it all off when our alarm system beeps when the front door opens and closes, he sits there and mimics the sound. A completely dolt.

The other one is a woman who has got to be in her late 60s, at least. She is a 4'8" frail, fretting yenta grandmother who makes us all crazy. She is constantly on the verge of tears when one of her jobs isn't working out. And all of her jobs end up screwy. Most people can't stand her and don't understand why she is still working. We all would like her to just retire and get out of the way.

So the other day a bunch of us were in the back room and something about her came up. And it was that one of our sales guys referred her to one of our vendors, and he thinks that vendor won't talk to him anymore now. So the jokes started flying and I said why is she still here if she is so annoying and a nuisance? And another sales guy said we are just waiting for her to die, even the boss is waiting for it at this point. And then I said well winter is coming, it would only take a little slip on the ice and she would probably break a hip. Or someone would have to hip check her and she would go down. Laughing ensued and a few more jokes that I can't remember. And that was that.

I was heading back to my desk and I heard her in her cubicle, which is about 15 ft away from where we were joking, and I think she may have heard.

And that's the oops...

What day is it?

One of our local radio stations switches to all Christmas music around this time of year.
But it's not even December yet! I mean I like Christmas as much as the next person but even I get annoying with how early the hoopla starts.

They even have a commercial on tv that I am sick of already, it plays the Paul McCartney "simply having a wonderful Christmas time" It's the same song they have been using for years now, and I think I hate that song now.

2nd Attempt

...nope, nothin...

I don't know if I am just bored or just not in the mood. Or is that the same thing?

A case of the blahs

It's been rainy and crappy out for a few days, and now it is unseasonably warm.
It's throwing me off for some reason.

I bought my first of many Christmas presents today, I guess that's a good thing.

*sigh* sorry I can't get motivated to talk about anything interesting....blah

Weekend

On Saturday we actually went to the gym in the morning (shocker!!)

Then the man went out shopping with his dad to get a TV. His dad has been saving for a year to get one and now was the time. So the man left around 11 and I loafed a little bit.

Then around 1 I got the inclination to start making soup from the turkey carcass (sorry veggies out there)
I have never made soup from scratch before, so this was something new for me.
So I filled a pot, threw the turkey bones in with carrots, onion, garlic, parsley, sage, rosemary and THYME!! (yeah SING IT!) Salted and peppered and let the sucker cook for a few hours.

Then my best friend JK came around to loaf with me for a while and to see my fabulous bathroom for which I bled lots.

The man came home around 6, which is an insane amount of time to shop for a tv.

The soup was still hot and needed major separating, so I put it in the fridge for the night.

We chilled for a bit and then ended up watching Hudsucker Proxy with a nice fire. The man drank a bit and passed out in the middle of it. When it was over I prodded him into bed and then he couldn't sleep and kept waking me up with his thrashing. It sucked.

Sunday we did a few morning errands, then the man had to help his friend with something. While he was out I separated the gunk from the soup and added, noodles, carrots, peas, green beans an turkey to it.

The man came home and we decided that since the garage is done, it is high time we went to get his motorcycle out of his friends garage and put it into our own. I dropped him off, and he drove it back and decided that since it was only 40 degrees outside that he would wash and wax it. And it was my lucky job to oil up the saddle bags (Oh JOY!)

Soup was had for dinner and it actually turned out to be edible. GO ME! The man kept sneaking in the fridge while "washing the bike" and eating the soup from the fridge.

And then more loafing

Black Friday Schmack Friday

We woke up at around 8 on friday. The man was very hung over.

So we went out for his hangover remedy, McDonald's, and then remained on the couch all day.

I rented a free movie from OnDemand, Cloak & Dagger, remember that craptacular movie?
Elliot from ET and Dabney Coleman, what more could you ask for?

The other movies we watched were: Superstar, Fargo, Happy Feet, and Evan Almighty


Coach loafing is goooood

Big long turkey day

Thanksgiving was ridiculously busy. I got out of work at around 3 on Wednesday, which led to the afternoon of cleaning and errands. I came home and the man was finishing cleaning bird cages and perches.

We realized we needed to buy a few things in preparation for Thursday (ie beer and wine) He wanted to wait until later and clean more but I knew that traffic was going to suck at rush hour time, so we ventured out. We hit the booze store, Home Depot (turkey fry oil) and the local Acme for ingredients for injecting into the fried turkey.

We got home and I started cleaning the kitchen, he cleaned up the basement (not sure why that was important but he was cleaning so I let it go). Then I made pumpkin pie. Good times. And then crashed early.

Thursday I woke up at 7:30 (uh huh suckage) mainly because I was thinking about the rest of the cleaning that needed to be done. So we went to that and then the man had said Wednesday that he was going to clean the bathroom (to my excitement) but he hadn't done it yet. I dusted and vacuumed the bedroom, while he folded his mountain of laundry. I finished before he did and he conned me into folding as well. Then he said why don't you start cleaning the bathroom. To which I said, you told me you were going to do it and I got all excited and now you want me to do it? So he felt bad and cleaned the bathroom (YAY!)
After all that is was shower and bathe the dog time.

I got out of the shower and the man's dad was there to stuff the turkey (the man loves his dad's stuffing so who am I to not let him do it). The man was all excited to inject flavor into the fried turkey, which we did. And then he went injection happy and attacked the one destined for the oven. So the roaster went in at 11.

Around 1 my brother showed up, which was way early but whatever. Then the man's sister came over with ice (which we forgot, as usual). My folks came around 2:30 and the man's came around 3. Around the same time we started heating the oil for the fried turkey.

It took about a half hour to heat to 360 and was a huge spectacle. The man put on a full suit to cover himself from splatter, gloves and protective goggles. Everyone was watching and taking pictures as he slowly lowered the 18 pounder into the oil. It was fun to watch and a little scary cause that oil was bubbling over the side of the pot. The whole thing took 65 minutes to finish and was done before the roaster. And it tasted pretty good too.

By the time it was done everyone was there (18 in total) and all the sides we being loaded out on to the tables. The food was all good and sitting to eat (at 5:30) was the first time I sat down all day. I got a huge compliment from my brother, which is rare. He said my pumpkin pie was better than my grandmom's and he ate 3 pieces! Good thing grandmom wasn't there to hear that (she was at my aunt's house she's still with us.)

The food went over well, everyone had fun. I think the last people to leave were my parents at around 10:30. And then we went and crashed.

And that was the first thanksgiving that I ever hosted. I hope everyone else's was as good as mine was.

Enough already

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Turkey Prep

God I wish we get out of here early today. I am hosting Spanksgiving tomorrow and I have a whopping 18 people coming for dinner. The house isn't clean yet, I still have to make pie, and I have to run out to the store because my brother is now coming which throws off my people to napkin ratio. DAMN HIM!

Ponderance

There is something that I have been thinking about off an on. I just didn't really know how to talk about it.
It's nothing major, but its something that sort of bugs me a bit.

Once a month a bunch of the women on my street have a wine tasting. It's a fun slightly intoxicating good time. It is hosted by a single woman a few houses down, who happens to be a lesbian. I have no problem with the gays, love em in fact. A lot of my good friends are gay, granted they are mostly men. But I get a weird "disliking" vibe from this woman. I feel like she internally rolls her eyes at me when say anything. It makes me sort of not want to go when I think about it. But there are other woman there who are such fun I don't want to miss out.

I don't know why I feel like she has this view of me. She had a pic of the cast of the L Word on her fridge, and I had mentioned that it is one of my favorite shows, which is totally true I love it and can't wait for it to air in Feb (that is unless the writers strike effects it). I don't know if she thinks I was trying to hard to be her friend or something because I mentioned it. Or if she thinks I am too young (I believe I am 12-15 years younger than she is). I dunno, it just bugs me that I feel like she doesn't want me there.

I even got her a quote on designing and printing memo pads for her, super cheap. She basically ignored my email about it, and when I ran into her on the street she was very flippant about it. She said that her boss told her she couldn't get them and then rushed past me to get in her house.

I dunno, I get along famously with gay men. The lesbians seem to not like me, I dunno if it's cause I am straight or what. It's just something that has been bugging me since the last wine tasting and I didn't know how to verbalize it without it sounding odd or offensive to anyone.

Tired

Last night I went to bed around 10:30, but wasn't very tired for some reason.

The man was asleep and snoring as soon as his head hit the pillow. Lovely right?

Then at 2am he wakes me up to tell me the dog is licking herself too loudly and to make her stop. (cause he couldn't yell at her?) I yell at her that it's night night time and she goes back to her bed. I realized I had to pee like a race horse, damnit.

Then again at 4am he wakes me again cause of the dog licking. I yell at her that it's night night time and she goes back to her bed.

Then I wake at 5:30 cause I thought the man overslept for work.

Then he woke me again at 6am because he couldn't find HIS pants.

He actually said where did you put them? How the fuck should I know?

*Sigh*

Cranky

Sometimes one of my sales guys makes me want to punch him in the face.

He comes to me with work sometimes that he doesn't want to deal with and when I question him about it, he answers with "figure it out" and walks away. Or I will say, I really don't know why that happened, and he answers with "sure you do" and walks away. It is so dismissive I want to punch him.

And I tell him that he makes me want to punch him. And then he laughs.

I also tell him to leave me alone or that he sucks and that he is a pain in my ass. It's the kind of relationship we have.

What a moron

Did I ever tell the story of the guy who worked here for one day?

First, the backstory.

We have a web department section of our company. And we used to have a guy who worked here who was pretty smart and did all of the coding and database type stuff. Problem was, he was addicted to pain killers. So you could pretty much count on walking by his office and see him completely passed out in front of his computer. Or you would talk to him and his words were totally slurred. He bragged how he would get prescription drugs over the internet easily and would "convince" you he needed them because of his laundry list of ailments.

He had my boss totally snowed because he was the kind of double talk. So every time you went to talk to him, he would talk you in circles until you got annoyed and walked away. His coworker, with whom he shared the office, couldn't stand him and basically only talked to him when he had to.

One day he was almost fired. He came in completely stoned off his ass on whatever he was taking that day. He was stumbling through the office and just incoherent. (Oh and he drove himself to work like that.) And my boss finally had it with this behavior. My boss freaked out on him and told him he needs help and called the guys wife to come and get him. He told him not to come back. The guys wife came in and pleaded screaming at my boss saying, you know he is sick and needs help. My boss had had it and told her to get him out.

He was out for like a week. He came back more lucid and it seemed like everyone forgot about it, or just didn't talk about it.

A few months later, he gave his notice because he found another job. And we were down to one web guy.

So for months we have had only one guy working in the web department.

About 2 or 3 months ago, they started interviewing to fill the second spot. Basically because the one guy couldn't go on vacation or be sick because they wouldn't have anyone to update the sites that they host. So they found this one guy who apparently owned his own company and would come in with his clients and help build the business more.

He started coming in 2 weeks before his start date to observe what was going on here. I didn't like him from the first day I saw him. He was one of those people who stares at you when you are talking to a group of people and as soon as you look at him he looks away. He was cocky, and pushy, and very in your face. He would come into our department and basically interview us, and we don't even work in his dept. So I did as I usually do, I ignored him because he had no bearing on my work or life.

So he started work on a Monday. He came into our department with my boss to introduce himself. He said to us, when you have free time (which we almost never do) come over to the web department and we can "brainstorm". To which my boss said, um no they don't have much free time, if you want to them to work with you, you talk to me and we will schedule it in. (Shot down right out of the gate)

Then we hear him saying things like lets get rid of these file cabinets and knock out this wall to combine the departments (WTF!!?) And then we hear he had an idea to keep us from leaving for lunch, have a company lunch so we can brainstorm. (WTF?!? I am 31 yrs old and someone is going to tell me when and I take my lunch break?!) He was on his cell phone all day walking up and down the halls while he talked.
He was one of those people that comes up and says things like "how you feelin?" and he would hi five people.

So he was in meetings and on the phone all day Monday. Tuesday comes around and he is there. My boss called him into his office for a meeting. Around 10am we get an office memo email saying he is no longer with the company. LOL!

Turns out he actually had the balls to ask to see my bosses books. After working here less than a day.

We all got a huge laugh out of it.

Funny Spam

the title of my latest piece of spam is

Record Chisel Army Explosive Dress

WTF?!

Sad

Supposed to go to the Police concert tonight but it was canceled because the limey bastard got the flu.
I was really looking forward to going.

Sux

Monday Monday

Lack of posting due to a pretty boring, uneventful weekend.
I literally didn't do anything but clean. The man worked.

I finished the 6 tiles on the bathroom floor.
I need to paint trim, but I don't wanna.
I need to paint the door, but I don't wanna.

I am currently looking for fun bathroom themed bathroom pics. I have one in mind that a neighbor had outside their bathroom. It was over 20 years ago that I last saw it and I can't really remember what it was exactly. I do remember it was funny and it had a little boy peeing. My problem looking for that is if I use any of those words in a google search, I am afraid I will be hunted down for child porn.

Another one I have in mind is one I saw in a friends house. It is a animation cell from the scrubbing bubbles commercial. It is such a kewl piece for a bathroom. I would try and get one of my own but I don't want to copy my friend, especially since she does come over occasionally.

I have some post card sized images from my old house that are Anne Geddes, of babies in tubs and on stacks of towels, which are incredibly adorable but I don't know if I want to put them up. I was thinking more quirky and funny, than cute. I had this problem when I was looking for things to hang in the bathroom of my old house, there just wasn't anything that grabbed me.

I need something because the walls are bare. Even the man said we need something hanging on the walls, which was a shock cause he isn't really into that kind of thing.

So the search continues...

Airports

I had to go pick up the man from the airport last night. He got in early and didn't call me, so I was sitting on the side of the road for a half hour waiting for him to call. (I find out later his phone died, so he had to wait to get his bag to get his charger so he could call me.) So I drive up and he isn't in the middle pickup area, he's right outside the building, which I couldn't get to.

So I pull over at the baggage area cause I saw where he was an call him, and a cunt police officer tried to give me a ticket. She's waving the ticket book at me in my rear view mirror, and I open my window and I yell, I am picking someone up!! She gets all snippy and goes, where are they, and I am pointing to show her he is right behind me and she's all "well you didn't tell me". And I said why else would I pull over?

Then she says well you didn't say anything you were on the phone. I said why would I have to tell you I am picking someone up when I am in the pick up area!? Then she starts with "it's illegal to use a phone in the car". So she starts telling the man that I ignored her and told her I was on the phone. And I said how could I tell you I was on the phone with my window closed?

I was so pissed off, I almost started a fight with her, very close to calling her a cunt to her face.

Sorry for the C-word usage. It's not typical of me (even though only me will say otherwise).
It's a word I use when I REALLY mean it and when its true, like when referring to an officer.

Blood on the Bathroom Floor

I was really itching to get the bathroom floor done before the man comes home. So last night I got home from work and started the process. It was slow going because I had to make the special cuts around the trim work at the door. I got that done with a bunch of mistakes and the rest began to be smooth sailing. That is until I got to about the 8th tile. It was a straight cut pretty easy, nothing special. I measured and went to cut it with my razor knife, when apparently I slipped...

It didn't really hurt at first, so I stopped and looked at my finger. Copious amounts of blood were pouring out of the end of my finger. So immediately put my finger in my mouth and grabbed a pile of paper towels, so that I could apply pressure and put the finger over my head.

When I finally had the courage to look, I saw that I sliced off a good chunk off the tip of my finger, including a piece of the nail. Owwie.

So I saw my mom was online and I told her I was bleeding. She asked if I needed stitches, which I didn't because there wasn't anything to stitch. ( I later found the chunk on the floor.) So my mom asked if I needed help. I said, I think I may need you opinion on it. So she said, be there in a half hour. She came over with bandages and tubular gauze and finger cots to protect it.
Mom's rock!

I also texted lady, and told her. She asked if I had super glue to glue it together. To which I told her that I sliced a chunk off and there was nothing to glue. I texted, lots of blood. She answered apply pressure. Ain't doctors grand.

So I chilled for a little bit and then I got restless again and decided to try to put a few more tiles down. The pink circle is the tile where I sliced my finger. I think I put down about 10 more tiles after that. Then my sister called, so I had to stop.

So all in all it was an exciting evening. I am disappointed I couldn't finish the floor before the man comes home. He won't care, but I wanted to get it done. I have the weekend though, because he will be working. So it's all good.

oi gevalt!

I agree with Vuboq and dykewife on the whole funeral thing. I don't want to go and I think a group gift basket would be more than enough.

However, I talked to one of our sales guys and it turns out just about everyone is going to go. So I think that if only 2 or 3 people don't go that would make them look like assholes. So it seems now that everyone is going to go. So I found out that some people are actually going to go to the cemetery AND the after luncheon. Which in my opinion is completely intrusive. My main sales guy wants to go up, hit the funeral, and go back home. So that is my plan. I think it is intrusive for us all to be there in the first place, but if I am guilted into going I am leaving as soon as possible.

So that's going to be my Thursday.

Sittin Shiva

We got a mass email from our office manager today. My boss's mom died this afternoon.

I am hearing that we may all be going to the funeral. It's about an hour away and we all may car pool up there. Not sure how I feel about that. I thought we would send an office fruit basket or something.

Would you want all of your employees showing up to your mother's funeral?

Discuss...

The Old Grey Mare...

Sorry people (the 2-3 people who read this, that is) for not having much to say today.

Yesterday was my dad's birthday and all I did was go over there for dinner.

Nothing spectacular happened.

But we did have cake...mmmmm home made orange chiffon.

Identical Cousins...

Ok for some reason I had the Patty Duke Show theme song in my head.

I know how it popped into my head which is the rare thing. For some reason I was thinking about a friend of mine. This friend knows someone who is the heir to Jaqueline Susann, who wrote Valley of the Dolls. Valley of the Dolls was made into a movie that had Patty Duke in it. Whenever I think of Patty Duke the theme song pops into my head.

OMGWFTBBQ!!!!!!!

THERE'S A CHOCOLATE FOUNTAIN IN THE OTHER ROOM!!!!!

AND WE CAN EAT IT!!!!!

Update (4:30)
OMG warm chocolatey goodness! I am slipping into a chocolate coma

Long Tiring Weekend

This weekend was more bathroom madness.

Friday night my mom called and asked what I would be doing on Saturday, I said dentist appointment (at *gasp 8 am), bathroom stuff and errands. She said well I think I am going to come over. Apparently she was planning on being bored and wanted to help me paint the bathroom. Cool beans.

Saturday morning I went to the dentist and was informed that since I broke the tooth below the gum line I most likely will need to have it removed. *Sad* So I got a temp filing, a nifty full mouth around the head x-ray and a referral name and I was on my way. I still haven't called the oral surgeon because basically I know it will cost money and I am scared. blah

Anyhoo, mom came over around 10 and we went to Chez Depot for a few things. Then I had to hike over to the bird store because we were out of food for the "Chickens". It was the first time at the bird store for mom and she seemed to enjoy looking at all the parrots.

So back at the house I wiped the remaining wall paper paste off the walls and we commenced painting. It was cheap because I used left over paint from the living room. YAY cheapness. Well after the first coat of paint mom decided she was no longer bored and went home to hang with dad. So I decided to strip paint off of the medicine cabinet that had 4 layers of paint on it because it looked horrible.

Ugh just got interrupted with work...how rude.

While waiting for the stripper (hehe not that kind) to do it's thing, I finished the second coat of paint and fiddled around with things in the bathroom, like sanding and crap like that. Stripped the bubbled up paint off and it was such a mess began contemplating that maybe it was a bad idea. The I realized I had to patch the big giant holes in the wall that our electrician made. Basically because tile won't stick to holes. So I had to bring out the sheet rock again (pic of patched hole on left). Beyond tired on Saturday, went to bed around 10:30 because that's as late as my body could muster.

Sunday was the changing of the clocks and I still woke up at 8 a.m. Tried working out but was just too tired. All weekend I felt completely run down, but that's besides the point. I decided to make my second trip to Chez Depot of the weekend, in which I purchased, primer and white spray paint for the medicine cabinet, foam rollers and a rubber door stopper thingy so the door won't break the tile walls.

We have some tiles that fell off the wall when the electric was being done and I was trying to figure out how to either put them back, find replacements, or find another solution. So I had a piece of tile and was looking for some kind of accenty type tile. Found nothing at the depot. So I called my mom and went went to the Big Giant Tile Store Extravaganza Depot Warehouse. They have a lot of stuff so I thought I would find something. Alas the Big Giant Tile Store Extravaganza Depot Warehouse had nothing that tickled my fancy. Bastards.

So I thought maybe AC Moore or Michael's would have some kind of crafty mosaic thing I could put as an accent. Happy days! They had mosaics in a color that I could use as a complement to the horribly ugly pale yellow tile that takes up about 60% of the room. So I mosaic-ed (see left) and painted trim and tried to clean up a little bit. It isn't perfect but it was a cheap fix because we need the bathroom looking somewhat presentable by Thanksgiving when we are having approx. 15 people for dinner. So the mosaic works to cover the bare spots where tile is missing, or where there were complete holes in the wall.

So that's the bathroom fun. Can't wait until we get a little bit of money and are able to gut the bathroom. That will be so much fun. And I will be able to get new fixtures. In good time.

Spackle

Just finished sanding the spackle spots on the wall in the bathroom.
This time I taped plastic to the doorway to minimize the dust to the rest of the house, cause I iz smart.

The only problem with the sanding process is if you don't wear a respirator, and I don't cause it's for wussies, you end up with the dust turning back into spackle inside your nose. This I like to call "spackle boogies". It's rather lovely when you blow your nose and it's all white and goopy like paste.

Good times.

Urine Floor

After the kiddies stopped coming I commence ripping up the bathroom floor.

It was gross. Once I started chipping away the eroded linoleum around the toilet, the pee smell intensified.
There was no escaping it, because the area around the toilet is a rather tight area, so I had to be on my hands and knees and lay on top of the toilet to make my way around it. So it was just full on pee smell in my face for and half hour or so.

Once I cleared it all out of there, I swept the floor to get all the little dirt and pieces off the floor. I took all the crap out to the trash, and when I came back in the whole room smelled. I didn't know what to do.

So I texted lady and said, "I need to get a urine smell out of my floor". To which she replied, "you can get that stuff at pet smart". To which I replied, "Human urine". Her reply? "Um. I know there's a story behind this one but the pet smart stuff should work 2".

Hehe lady is funny. She is a doctor and dressed as Olive Oyl for Halloween at work yesterday. hehe
She texted me that she was dressed as Olive Oyl. I replied "On purpose?" hehe

Anyway back to the smell...I actually had some of pet odor remover left over from when the monkey was a puppy. So I rummaged under the sink and found it and proceeded to dowse the floor around the toilet. And then I just left it. I have to check today to see if the smell has been removed. Fingers crossed.

Halloween Revisited

It wasn't too bad. I only got 8 kids and they all actually had a costume on. However, when I was driving around the neighborhood I did see some kids with pretty lame costumes. Two girls were walking down the street with their pillowcases slightly full wearing jeans, a flannel shirt and a cowboy hat. Is that a costume?
I think not. I mean put some effort it cause it's fun and I am giving you candy.

The odd things was that I didn't get any kids until 6:45 and they stopped coming at 7. So it really wasn't tha much of a disruption and the dog only freaked out for a short period of time.