It’s official…
After fits and starts and starts and fits….and fits….and fits…. and FITS!
Plus the help, support and love of two of the best brothers in the world
One father to the
Posted on 08/09/2005 9:09:36 AM PDT by najida
Well,
It’s official…
After fits and starts and starts and fits….and fits….and fits…. and FITS!
Plus the help, support and love of two of the best brothers in the world
One father to the
“Cutest Baby Girl in the World”
Not to mention the unique incentive that my third brother gave me ;),
Grumpiness, beer, guns and a constant "sorry, can't help ya, bad back, ya know"
making me more determined than ever to get back on my own.
I passed the last house inspection,
Got a ‘Green Sticker’ on my meter box,
Gradually, since then, by weeks and days, I’ve gained such great things as
Electricity
Air Conditioning
Telephone
And as of this morning, I have a working refrigerator (no thanks to Maytag!) with an ice maker
OK, so it isn’t 100% finished. I still have paint smears to fix, grout haze to remove, holes to caulk. But I now have a home. I realio, trulio home.
I’m even cookin’ with gas (fer real)
I’ve hot enough to boil eggs and fill my bathtub, a dishwasher that works!
WOW! Plus a telephone that doesn’t require me walking all the way out to the highway to get a signal.
I’ve moved month by month from the 1800’s, to the early 1900’s to the 1950’s til now I’m in 2005!
And with my very own,
South Georgia, Biodegradable Security System
With a Dual-Bio Alarm
(Sounds just like the opening credits of a Tarzan Movie—If you are still willing to break into my house in that racket, you’re either deaf or crazy.)
The Hobbit in me is happy.
The Incompetent Construction Worker in me is amazed.
The Woman in me is living in the bathtub.
It’s the kind of home that I don’t plan on leaving until I croak (I don’t care WHAT the SCOTUS says!)
And when I die, I want to be hoisted on the roof,
Lashed to the “Flying Pig” weather vane,
Then the whole thing set on fire around me.
A’la Viking funeral, “Rocket Gibraltar” or “What’s Eating Gilbert Grape”
(All will depend on my age and weight at time of my demise).
In the process I’ve
Lost my mind,
Gained weight,
Lost weight,
Gained a shrink,
Lost friends,
Gained skills,
Lost fingernails,
Gained more cats.
I’ve lifted 2 tons of flooring…twice,
Maybe three times, moving the stuff around like some Chinese fire drill.
I’ve collected enough paint to rival Jackson Pollack.
I’ve ruined a closet full of clothes; stiff, saturated, ripped, stained or just worn to tatters.
I’ve learned to use wood-filler like an artisan.
I’ve become on a first name basis with everyone at Home Depot.
I’ve discovered I have talents in tiling, faux finishes, cabinetry and organization.
I’ve realized that I’m a hazard with flammable liquids and large power tools.
And that I can’t wire an outlet worth a dang.
My mantra has become ‘Everything can be fixed, no mistake is permanent’.
OK, so to fix a mistake may mean buying another front door, but it IS fixable!
I’ve finally decided that there is a blind chimpanzee living in the attic that only comes out when I’m gone. Who tracks through glue, grout and paint in MY shoes, leaving a trail of messes in his wake. He also is responsible for large splatters of paint on the ceiling, holes in the walls and catty-wompass hanging wallpaper.
I blame him for the puke green stain on the front porch and the even pukier green in the guest bathroom. For an off-centered light fixture and toilet almost in the shower. For missing electrical outlets, for tiles coming loose, for tape pulling paint off of walls and for globs of thin-set on doorknobs.
I hate that ape.
Anyhow, this is a cyber-party. A celebration that I want to share with my favorite people.
THANK YOU! thankyouthankyouthankyou ALL!
You’re all invited. You’ve been my buddies, my pals, my mentors.
You’ve made me laugh, you’ve given me advice, you’ve even set me straight when needed. You’ve been a distraction, an education, a comfort and my role models.
SO! Bring your favorite music, (post lyrics even)
Your favorite food and drink (yep, recipes would be cool)
Bring your family, pets or boss (We can put grout in his shoes J )
Wear your favorite T-shirt.
You can even post pictures of your ‘dates’….but remember, kids are at this party too! ;)
Me? I’ll be in the hammock,
Music blasting loud enough crack glass,
Drinking Margaritas and tossing all my old work clothes into the “End of Construction Bon-fire” And I’ve invited these guys ,
To rescue me if I take a header in the gold-fish pond.
And these guys,
,
To make sure the bon-fire doesn’t torch the county.
And these guys, ,
,
Well, ah…,
Hmmm, ,
Just in case some of my work needs reworking. ;)
Snort! :)
Your gadgets page is quite humorous!
http://www.lotusdance.com/HouseTools.html
I'll come to a MeatSpace housewarming party, if you have one.
LOL!
Yep. I'm, getting ready to leave stay-at-home motherhood and go back to work full-time so we can have enough cash to redecorate our home.
Avocado green and baby poo yellow are NOT colors I enjoy waking up too... it's like living in that 70's show. :)
My gadgets page would be x-rated.
(about time.....I was wondering if you'd EVER get it all together!!!
}^)
Teacher: Use "money suckingly" in a sentence.
Laz: The hooker loved money, suckingly.
He he he,
We've got two desserts and potato salad....
The only beef we have is in the form of guys ;)
OK, and here is my alcohol offereing...
Georgia Peach Iced Tea Recipe
Scale ingredients to servings
1/2 oz vodka
1/2 oz gin
1/2 oz rum
fill with sweet and sour mix
1/2 oz peach schnapps
Fill collins glass with ice, add vodka, gin, and rum. Fill with sweet and sour mix. Pour peach schnapps on top.
Joint compound and wood filler- I have buckets of both.
Can't live without 'em.
Oh wow! Thank you for the plant....
And yes, nothing sucks money out of your wallet quicker than a house.... I think my bank balance is like 2.42 as of this morning.
What's the difference between a good carpenter and a not so good carpenter?
About an eight of an inch.
Hun,
You're now my buddy in pain. I do feel for ya sweetie!
MeatSpace....
Oh, so many thoughts, none of the printable.
LOL!!!!!
You have NO idea how true that is! Geez, the number of times I heard "Was that 3 and 1/4 inches or 3 and 3/4??"
Got a stack of boards to show for it.
Do you still have macrame on the walls & brown & orange shag carpet?
Who needs a fix it guy?????? Call najida instead!
Congratulations. Now you can't use all that crap for being in a bad mood, so I expect you to live every day like you just finished your house!
"No matter how many times I cut the damn thing, it ain't never long enough."
I always hated the measure twice sissy rule. Measure once, write it down and cut it. If it doesn't fit, ue the BFH rule. No reason you can't use the waffle head 22oz estwing hammer for trim work!
That looks like it's about as much fun to listen to as a dentists drill.
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