August 15th, 2010
Each one of these is a project–and a story–unto itself, and will engender a list, or lists, of its own.
- Repair pavilion
- Sort, organize,purge bedroom and closet
- Build my bed
- Build outdoor cat run
- Build and install catwalks, hidey-holes
- Tear down roof over back deck
- Demolish existing deck
- Build new deck cover, screened in
- New deck..patio…?
- Landscape front yard
- Landscape back yard
- Repair drain in hall bath
- Replace tub, surround in hall bath
- Floor in hall bath
- Repair or replace dryer….or put up permanent clotheslines?
- Replace garage door
- Build kitty loo
- Finish sewing/craft/studio/office…room…space
- R’s bedroom…paint, floors, etc.
- Kitchen…OMG.
- New curtains in bedroom
- Rework wall’o'books in living room
- Finish purple desk
- Finish washstand
- Finish “buffet” chest for kitchen
- China cabinet project
- Dining room table and chairs
- What to do with family antique chairs?
- Table for deck/patio
- Coffee table madness
- Slipcover for couch and Loveseat
- Paint and attach plant platform to top of dog crate
- Crabitat project
- Tame the jungle in the kitchen
- Finish building R’s chair (I’ve only had the wood–already cut into the proper pieces–for 11 years…ELEVEN)
- Put a coat of wax on Big Dot’s bookcase
- New colors for bedroom?
- Scrape that GOD-AWFUL popcorn texture off the ceilings. Can you believe my Auntie J LIKES that shit? I’m thinking of sending it all to her in a box when I’m done. When they remodeled the house they’re in now, she asked for that crap, on purpose, and had sparkles added…. >.< This is a woman with exquisite taste in everything…except, apparently, ceilings.
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August 8th, 2010
My husband. He’s a rock.
My daughter and son. They’re both wacky, super smart and one day the boy will be as awesome as the girl….right now…he’s 13.
My mother. She has her moments, but 95% of the time she’s pretty awesome.
My friends. Sylvan, S1ren, Debi, Lorrie, Kim….I don’t know what I’d do without you all, and by extension Laurie, Kress, and Mel.
My critters. I loves me some fuzzbutts.
My boss. he aggravates the hell out of me at the same time he’s cracking me up. I’m going to miss him when he PCS’s.
Did I mention my awesome husband? 
My son-in-law. He doth rock.
My minivan, Louisa. Weird as it seems, she was the exact right vehicle for this time in our lives.
This adorable little Dell 11.5 laptop. I wuvs it.
The intarwebs and Mr. Google. God, I love Googling stuff!
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August 6th, 2010
It is what it is. Uh…really…it is? You sure it’s not something else? Positive?
Supposably. Is this supposed to be supposed and opposable together? As in a supposed thumb of opposition? It’s supposEDly, folks.
May when you mean might. This one really bugs me, because then when you say may, as in giving permission, people think it’s a possibility. Eddie may come over after school. That means Eddie has my permission to come over, not Eddie might come over…which is possible, or not, depending on whether his mother says he may and he can, as in he’s able to.
Less when you mean fewer. I’ll use fewer tissues when there’s less pollen in the air.
Thoroughbred when you mean purebred. Thoroughbred is a breed of horse, period. It does not denote bloodlines. Purebred is the word you want when you’re talking about your pweshus widdle snookie-wookums dust-mop Yorkie.
People saying the President isn’t a natural-born citizen. Get over this one, folks. Just because you don’t have the BALLS to admit you’re racist, doesn’t mean Mr. Obama wasn’t born IN Hawaii, WHEN it was already a state. Get.over.it.
People thinking that New Orleanians hang out in the Quarter, are drunks, and show their tits to strangers on demand. That drunk chick, bobbling her boobies on Bourbon Street? That’s your daughter, Mr. Iowa Farmer. Unless she’s on a balcony, and then it’s more than likely your son.
You can be fat AND fit. Sorry, guys, that one’s a total oxymoron. By the very nature of the condition, obesity is the embodiment (no pun intended) of malnutrition and “unfitness.” I’m all about loving ourselves, etc. but don’t kid yourself into taking a trip on De Nial….
Oh, you’ll change your mind…. to women who don’t want children. They might. They might not. Not.your.business. By the same token, labeling someone as a horrible example of womanhood or some kind of failure because she decides–whatever her reasons are–not to have kids, is insulting and unfair.
Comic Sans hatred. I like Comic Sans and all you haters can just font off.
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