Good/Bad/Ugly
The Good:
Since Darren has a few days off, he took off to Kelowna with the Poptart and her nanny to visit his parents. While I will miss them, I know they are safely ensconced at Grandma and Grandpa’s.
This means:
- I am not being clambered on first thing in the morning by an over-excited toddler
- I get to sleep in the middle of the bed
- I am not woken up at 4 am on a Saturday or Sunday unless it is of my own volition.
- I have the HOUSE TO MYSELF.
- I do not have to watch the Tonka Trucks movie again this weekend.
Also, Alexis picked up our Bloggers for Boobies shirts and they rock.
Did I mention I have the house to myself this weekend?
The Bad:
Apparently my body realized that I will have some downtime this weekend and is doing everything possible to make me take that downtime. I have a cold.
The Ugly:
Depending on how bad this cold gets, the Run for the Cure on Sunday could be UGly (with a capital UG, yes). It may turn into the Walk for the Cure. Or perhaps Crawl for the Cure. Or even Collapse for the Cure.
But still. I have the house to myself and I get to sleep in the middle of the bed. That? Outweighs any ugly.
So what’s your good/bad/ugly this week?
We do nothing halfway, or, the bull in a one bedroom condo
Me (on phone): You’re in Chilliwack? Are you broke? (Ed. Note: meaning, are you broken down and do you need a ride because although it’s Friday, I haven’t had a drink yet)
Dad: No, no! We’re fine! But we may be broke by the time we finish this deal! See you in an hour! [click]
When my family confronts a problem, we do nothing halfway. It’s either all fixed, or not at all. None of this wishy-washy, namby-pamby, half-assed fixes. You fix it or you don’t. It’s quite simple, although it can sometimes resemble a bull in a china shop*
So my parents decided they had a problem when they came down to visit us. Somehow, in 2000 square feet, there is not enough room for 5 adults and a toddler. Something about sleeping on blow-up beds in the living room or office with All Those Damn Machines** and the second bedroom is occupied by our Nanny. They’ve been bringing their RV down but that won’t work in winter because the weather mavens are projecting the Year of Heap Big Snow and ANYWAYS, my parents will be taking off to Mexico because dad needs some dental work done.***
So to solve the problem, they did what any rational bull in a china shop would do: they bought a one-bedroom condo about 45 minutes away from us so they’d have a place to stay when they come and visit.
*although, not the Mythbusters version of the bull in the china shop. In this case I mean the proverbial bull in the china shop. Also, dad is a Taurus.
**meaning the numerous computers in there, which is why I often refer to it as the Computer Room or the Geek Cave.
***do you really want to know about this one?
An Argument for Always Putting Things Back Where They Belong
I have a habit of losing things. Temporarily, usually. There was this one time I lost my cel phone in the hatchback of my car, or so I thought. I rummaged around for it, but couldn’t find it. I declared it fully and completely lost and went to TELUS and got a new phone.
About 3 days later, I found it in the container that I put in the hatch so that I wouldn’t lose things :headdesk:
The problem, you see, is that I have this habit of dropping things wherever and whenever. I misplace my keys regularly. And my sunglasses (I am shocked that I’ve managed to hang on to the current pair for two years now. Shocked.)
This weekend, for example, I lost the following:
· My cel phone. I’d checked it on the train, and put it back in my bag. When I got home, I put my bag on the floor and the Poptart decided to be really helpful and empty my bag for me. I knew she was running around with my phone, so at some point I took it away from her and then it got eaten by the couch. Oh and it was on vibrate. On Sunday, I finally ended up calling the damn thing hoping (a) it had a charge and (b) we’d hear it buzz.
One thing about the LG Dare, it’s got a really strong vibrate – to the point that Darren felt it while sitting on THE OTHER END OF THE COUCH.
· A pair of pants. This one, I have no idea. NONE. I wore them on Friday, took them off and somewhere between my bedroom and the laundry room they vanished. As of Monday morning, I have no clue where they are. But I washed the shirt I was wearing on Friday so that means they have to be there, right?
When I asked our Nanny to keep an eye out for them, she looked at me like I had 5 heads. Honestly, I don’t blame her.
Status update, Monday evening: I found them! The baby stuffed them in the linen closet, dammit.
It would help, I suppose, if I put things back where they belong (and didn’t let the Poptart play with my bags and things. It’s awfully cute though, when she “talks” into the cel phone.
Do you lose things? Or are you more organized than I am and always put things back in their place so you’re not running around Monday morning (or Sunday night) trying to find your damn cel phone?
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GTT: Why We Shouldn’t Do Home Improvement Projects
If you cannot be a good example, then be a horrible warning…
- Catherine Aird
This week’s Girl Talk Thursday is about home improvement projects. We have way too many to even start listing. WAAAAAY too many. I could talk for days about my Wonderful Plans for My House (which include laminate all the way through because I hate carpet, and a new air conditioner, and getting rid of the popcorn ceilings, and…you get the idea).
Anyways, we’ve lived here for 4 years and the most we’ve managed to do is get some paint put on the walls (and that was 2 years after we moved in). And the reason for this is that Darren and I? are just not cut out for home improvement projects. We can do things like hang pictures and install latches on cabinets and things like that, but the major stuff? We are a Horrible Warning against home improvement.
Let me tell you about my shower.
We’d gotten back from a vacation really late and I hopped in the shower to wash the airplane and general travel grime off before bed. After I finished, we crawled, exhausted into bed. All of a sudden, Darren leaps out of bed and goes running downstairs, turns on a light, then goes running down the next set of stairs. He comes up, puts something on the laminate floor, and then comes running upstairs into the bathroom. He turns on the shower, turns it off and goes running downstairs again.
“What the fuck?” I thought, and I’m pretty sure that’s what I said to him when he came back because I was TIRED.
“The shower is leaking into the powder room,” he said.
“Oh,” I said. “Well, we can’t do anything about it now because it’s 2am [ed. note: or something], so let’s just GO TO SLEEP ALREADY.”
The next day, Darren figured that it was the grout that was leaking and the shower needed to be regrouted.
You can see where this is going, right?
We hired a friend of ours with a background in construction to remove the old grout and put new grout in.
[time passes...]
[more time passes...]
[even more time passes...]
About 6 months later*, the shower is ready: regrouted, sealed and ready to go. So we turned it on for a test run. And it leaked into the powder room.
:headdesk:
“Hey,” I said, in a moment of complete and utter brilliance. “Maybe it’s the drain. We should check that.”
So Darren pulls off the drain cover and checks it and something just doesn’t feel quite right. So we truck off to Rona to get a new drain. I toddle off to look at blinds while Darren finds a smurf.
A short while later, he finds me and he has a small tube of something that is supposed to fix our drain. I look at it, and the first thought that runs through my head is “Really? That’s it?”
Not only was that it, but that tube? Cost about $7 and we used about 3.5 cents worth of it. That and 24 hours? And my shower works.
So, let me serve as a Horrible Warning and tell you: get someone who knows what they’re doing with your home improvement projects. You’ll thank me later because you won’t lose the use of your shower for 6 months.
*We have a second full bath. I didn’t not shower for 6 months. Don’t worry.



