The Front of Life...

I've actually had the small case of HAVING A LIFE the last week and a half or so.

Don't keel over. I know it's shocking. I'm shocked. And I'm even more shocked that I haven't keeled over yet.

And I'm going to do a little random fronts to convey all the life I've been having.

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Remodeling 101 (the bullshit front)

So I've mentioned I'm sprucing the pad up a bit. (I can't say 'spruce' without thinking of Tuschka's Italian grandmother, Mamama, one time came into Tuschka's room where a group of us girls where hanging out, and she said "what are you 'shpruces' doing in here?" we gave our response, and Tuschka just said "mamama just called us sluts". So when I hear sprucing up something, I think of slutting up.) I did some painting, want to get new lights for the bathroom, and I'm having a pocket door installed soon in the tiny master bath area.

I had in my had, to have this pocket door adventure would probably be around $400, after price research. So my guy comes to measure, so I can get an estimate....Guess who needs a custom frame???? ME!! Everything about this place needs special something when I go to replace. Have standard sizes really changed that much in 20 years, or was my place built with out standard measurements for shits and giggles because at the time it was cheaper?? So my nice and fancy pocket door is going to be closer to $600. ROCK ON!!

Interior water feature, revisited (the wet front)

I've have had my share of interior water features (here, here, and here), and the features are free to start off with, but to fix, it costs a pretty, pretty penny. After all my painting was said and done, and my place put back together and cleaned up, I hear the sound of water dropping. Actually, just 1 drop. And I was trying to figure out where the hell it was coming from, and I heard the drop again. My eyes quickly moved to the leather chair...and the arm had a little puddle.

MOTHER FUCKER!!!!!!!!!

And I see a drop coming down from ceiling. GODDAMN SKY LIGHTS!!!!

I quickly call up Mr HOA, even though it's a Sunday. I tell him my deal. Mom's staying with me (that part to come up next), and she's yelling in the background "FIX IT!!! FIX IT NOW!!!!!!" all obnoxiously. I waver her away, and go into my bedroom and close the door to finish the conversation. Mr HOA says that the seals around the windows are starting to go, and they have been having a lot of problems this spring with leaks. Call me crazy, but wouldn't want to be preemptive and fix them all right away rather than waiting for everyone to get leaks and water damage which is going to cost the HOA more to fix???

So I got resealed last weekend. Here's hoping things stay dry. And now I have more painting to do, because I have some yellow stains now. YAY!! Just want I want to do- more painting.

Mother fuckers.

Life with Mom...

A couple of weeks ago Mom, in her continuing treatment for the cancer, got something new done. She did a radiation embolism. And since she was going to be radioactive, she couldn't be around small children, the impregnated, or pets for 1 week. I shipped fatty to her house, and she stayed with me, since I would be the least impacted (only 1 pet to relocate, no small kids, and def not impregnated). It was nice to have her here, and it was quiet without the constant barks/growls/grunts from Jaeger.

We'll see next week how the embolism went, and if she'll need to do it again.

She had the pleasure of watching me paint away, providing orders on how I was painting, but not actually helping. She supervises only. Which was slightly annoying, especially when I wasn't asking for supervision.

Then we had the outburst of "FIX IT!!! FIX IT NOW!!!" After the call I told her that her tourettic outburst wasn't appreciated. She said I was being too nice and they need to fix it now. I said, if I'm calling about a problem the first time I don't have to go into uber bitch mode right away, plus Mr HOA isn't Mr FIX IT!!! He has to submit a work order and stuff. She simmered down after that. But GOOD LORD!!!!

Pride and Prejudice

Tuschka FINALLY finished P&P for BC42, it only took her about 3 months. Not that I'm one to talk because it took me a month to read. Nothing takes me a month to read. I've read behemoths in a weeks time, but this was just rough.

And quite frankly, I didn't get the hoopla. I like the Darcy, all quiet, reserved, and bruiting. Reminds me of another fictional character that I la-la-love....

But over all, the book didn't really do anything for me. Maybe I wasn't cut out for the classics. I was hoping to be all in love with it, with Elizabeth and Darcy. I still want to see the movie with Colin Firth (ha cha cha), and see if maybe visually, I'll appreciate.

To me the book seemed slow moving, every time I started to read, I would fall asleep. Even when there was drama going on with Lydia, and I really wanted to know what was going to happen next, I couldn't stay awake. I heard rumors about this hot scene with a wet Mr. Darcy, and it didn't do anything for me. I'm sure back (way back) in the day, that scene was one step away from porn, but I wasn't reading it in that frame of mind. I think, maybe, if there was more Darcy/Elizabeth more development between the two of them, I would have liked it more.

I'm happy I read it, maybe if I read it a second time, I could appreciate more. But I don't want to struggle with that right now.


MOVIES!!
I've had 2 movie dates!!!

Shutter Island with Meanie, was first up. I already had my suspicions about this movie. And I was right, but not about all of it. And I was afraid to see this move, since in the previews during Paranormal Activity, I jumped out of my seat. I felt like torturing myself with the scare, and Meaning was going to tag along.

Let me say, it's not scary. At all. A little intense at parts, especially when I remember where I had a heart attack in the preview, but I covered my eyes until I realized it was safe to watch. It's a thinker, it's suspenseful, it's got Leo. What's not to love??

Movie #2 Remember Me with CwJ. Initially the soul purpose of seeing this movie was to see the Eclipse trailer that was before it, even though I was intrigued by the story line. And even more intrigued by the big brother/little sister interaction that was shown in the preview.

I really liked this movie, until the end. The end was awful. There's a lot of pain, coming to terms with death of family members and what not. What surprised me was how much interaction there was between Tyler and Carolyn (his 11 year old sister). There was something about that protectiveness that made my ovaries sing. Rob was hot and extremely enjoyable to look at. **singing ovaries**

And then the movie ended with an ending that seriously pissed me off. I was not happy, I cried, and I was mad. I leaned over to CwJ and was all "you've got to be fucking kidding me right????" and when my own question was answered by the next few moments on the screen, the tear fell, and I was getting increasingly more aggravated.


St. Paddy's Day, and an introduction
How do most people celebrate the St Patrick's Day?? Getting seriously shit faced, maybe eating corned beef and cabbage, and getting seriously shit faced. Not me. I don't go for those mass alcohol consumption sort of holidays. And typically, I do nothing on those holidays.

However, this year, I was propositioned to go out. So out I went. To SUSHI!!! Went with Meaning and introducing the coworker friend that has been needing a nickname for quite some time...........Captain Quirk!!!!!!!!!!!!! He's been present in some chatter and I needed to come up with something that fits him, and Captain Quirk it is...

So, Sushi with Meanie and Captain Quirk was highly enjoyable. First off, decent happy hour menu, complete with $5 stoli's, and they didn't skimp on the stoli either. There was a lot of laughing, funny stories, and minimal bitching about work. It's nice being with friends from work, and you can talk about more than just work.


Fucking Facebook
Why am I on it again??? That's right, because everybody else is!!! And who just signed up??? My father!!!!!!! This can't bode well. Luckily he's don't nothing, and I don't even know why he's on, but he is.

Also, got into my first FB tiff last week, and got unfriended in the process!! HAHAHA!!!!! Ava's brother got all butt sore and decided that he needed to lecture me and Hitler. He stated something about hang over food, I commented about the restaurant of choice (mmmmmmm food poisoning), and Hitler asked if HHBB had too much fun drinking with his parents. Nothing worthy of a massive lecture. Hitler, who can still shock the hell out of me with her politeness (I think spawning changed her a bit, because in her youth, Hitler would be the first to tell you to fuck off and die. Whereas I was 50/50 on my approach...now I'm more 75/25 with my fuck off and die/polite approach.), apologized.

I however, did not. I dished it right back, with out low blows, name calling, OR SWEARING!!! I did not swear, and that is a miracle in and of itself. It was well written, and I was very happy with my response. So I twitched and waiting for a comment back. THE FUCKER DELETED THE WHOLE THING!! Now, I'd like to think that it was because I proved him wrong, and he doesn't like to be wrong. So rather have the embarrassment posted of his being wrong, he removed any traces of it. Then the next day, I noticed I was missing 1 friend and knew exactly who it was.

Apparently HHBB was sooo worked up with the whole FB thing, that he and his parents didn't come out with us Friday. And he is scheduled to appear today, at least I haven't hear otherwise.

FB is fucking trouble. But I'm still giddy about the little fight, and HHBB being an ass about it.


DON'T FORGET!!!
Tomorrow is NEW MOON RELEASE DAY!!!!! Going to Captain Quirk's for a viewing party. His complex has a mini theater room, should make for some fun time. Meanie, CwJ and another coworker will be there. I need to get him a house warming gift...and theme to be quirky. Hopefully I'll find the perfect quirky thing tonight!!

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So that's my exciting life...and it all took place in 2 weeks. Now, I'll go back to my lonely hermitted existence for the next couple of months.

Rock out, cock out, peace out.

MIA

Almost another month has passed with low end excitement from the life of me.


I'm still doing a little freshening up around the condo. It needs it. And while I'm working this second job for the previous employer (because INDIA ROCKS!!! and the stupid LIFs still, still, can't do shit), I should use that money wisely. (It was either going to sit in savings were I refuse to use it, if it was intended for home stuff, or just get home stuff right away).

What did I get next after my new appliances??? NEW TOILETTES!! I know, it's exciting. I mean, really what can top a new toilette??? And not just one but TWO new toilettes. I can feel the envious glares.

The new pots were put in last week. Everything works smashingly. The toilettes flush in 1 try, they don't run (and run, and run), they aren't loud...it's great. Who knew that toilettes can be so life altering. Just a slight problem...


My master bath is 2 separates spaces. You walk into the master and it's like a mini hallway, and you face the closet, to the left you have the double vanity with another door where the tub/toilette is, and to the right you have the bedroom. The area of the tub/toilette is a very small space. It's the length of a tub, and then the width of the tub plus another 31 inches (since I have a 30 in door and with the door open there's maybe an inch gap between the door and the tub). To close the door to the tub/toilette area I have to stand sideways, between the tub and toilette, or stand in the tub. So it's a tiny space. The new toilette is a fancy jacuzzi toilette (I might be able to afford to soak in one, but my ass can afford to sit on one) that's tall and skinny. And since it's a tight space, I did the rounded seat, knowing that the elongated was not going to fit. And after the toilette was put in....guess what????????? THE DOOR DOES NOT CLOSE??? The new toilette is a fraction of an inch too long, so the door hits it.

FAN-FUCKING-TASTIC!!!


I took pictures with my phone.

Here's my tiny master space. I can't even stand in there to get a good picture. I have to be on the outside and hope for the best.

And then here's the space with the door closed....

I thought about sanding down the door, just enough so it can close. Which, lets face it, since I'm home alone, I never, ever do. And if people are over, I usually just close the door to the bedroom. But, since the space is tiny, and there is a linen closet behind the door that doesn't close, it would be nice to get access it. So I'm looking into a pocket door for that tiny space. Something I wonder why it wasn't done in the first place.

I also did some painting, add color, remove color, and tone down some color. But I'll talk about that next time.

Good times never end around here.

Rock out.