This weekend I will have to look into a solution for last weekends blunder-ah---er, problem. See, it was like this---------------I--ummm, we were sitting around chillin with a 'friend', well, a friend's friend who new this bloak. So, anyway, I am not knowing  the amount and from the varieties of empty bottles on my kitchen table who drank what, when and how much. The door was open pretty much all weekend so it couldn't have been all from us-------------right? Anyway, said friend make a crack about a  the few cracks in the tile on my kitchen floor. I didn't put it down so I am not to blame for the cracky------er crappy job; the comment lead my mouth-ta-flappin' about how I'd love to put hardwood throughout my kitchen & livingroom. Really? Well, this dude new a dude that could give me a deal on hardwood and installation. Hmmmm. It was dropped for a while as we raided the kitchen and even went for a walk. Okay,so it was to the liquor store but it still counts as exercise.  somehow we got to talking about  the flooring again and  about what needs to be done about the tiles, what wood is best and where to start etc. My wonderful, supportive shit-for-brains, Roomie stands up and drips his glass of  red wine on the carpet and says: "Let's start here."

Now I'm thinking if it were any other day I would have kicked his sorry ass down to that big red wine spot and hand him a brush. But this day............we looked at each other, went to our respective corners and started to peel away the carpet. Has anyone ever done this? This is quite a disgusting task; I do not live in filth, I'm a bit of a freak when it comes to clean and tidy [everything better be in it's damn place!]. But this grossed me out so, that it got me more determined to get rid of that carpet. I know the carpet is old and that I am not the original owner of the house, I got critters and have had our share of traffic in & out. But to see the dusty, dirt under there with the deterioration of the backing itself and you know what 90% of dust is...........skin!! **gag--choke--barf** This realization far out did the moment I found toe nails in my vents shortly after I moved in.

I can't tell you how long it took because somewhere in there and a bottle of wine or 2 (who's counting?) I had carpet and underlay filling my backyard and a roomful of dust & debris in the kitchen. I will confess after waking up and seeing the destruction I had to wonder if I really wanted hardwood this bad. As well as another scarey thought--------------what the hell was that guys name that said he had a buddy that could give me a deal?

Roomie's up shit creek for a while until he can work on this problem of ours. Yeah, I know, no body held a gun to my head but well he started it {she's says with a whine} and after all he is a man, and it's always their fault!

The moral of this story?  Never mix wine and a tub of Coolwhip.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

................when I'm at work I expect to hear a laugh track in the background. 

 I worked all weekend, drag my butt home, brushed my teeth & collapased on my bed at 11:30pm after being awake for over 18 hours. But a good night sleep was not to be. Party Central, across the street awoke me around  2am. This is the house that the cops visit at least 2-3 times a year because the parents find no problem leaving their 3 teenagers alone for the weekend;  it is also the same parents that will hand over the keys to the Winnebego to the teens to go 'camping' with a load of friends. Too shorten my ramblings-----the police showed up on scene as I had the phone in hand waiting for them to answer. With the 3 squad cars angled on the street, I went out to talk to the constables about what I had seen with one of the boys weilding a kitchen knife and then high tailing it between my house & the neighbors. After a half hour, things were done and I made my way back to bed. Well,  I was done with trying to get any sleep; tossed & turned for about 3 hours, read. Jumped out of bed when it sounded like it was gearing up again across the street but the troublemakers seemed to have left. It wasn't until the next morning when the neighbors slinked out of their house to talk to me about what they saw behind their safe little windows. The almost 300 lbs. guy on the one side said he saw the guy run through his backyard, "must've been hurt because there was blood on the fence"; the ex-Navy 6'5" dude on the other said he found the knife in his yard,  wrapped it up & threw it away. WTF?! So, I start speiling with these 'men'(?) about why the hell they didn't come out and talk with police the night before or inform them about what they know/saw. At the time, the police could have used their input. One just laughed, the other said he worried about retribution. Yeah, ok, so if my house burns down--I'm thinking I'm going to know who did it! Neither of these guys phoned the police in the first place. It makes me wonder that these are the same kind of people that will complain about the police not being there when they're needed yet will offer no help in their own neighborhood when dealing with insolent teenagers! I sat on my front step after, in absolute disgust at my neighbors.  Why was I the only one to come forward on my block?And where was the person who DID phone the cops, in the first place? Nobody wants to get involved anymore because they are  so wrapped up in their cozy little lives sitting on their ass watching their big screen t.v.'s or tapping away at their computers to even care about what is going on outside their door in their own damn neighborhood!! My conscience would not let me be just a spectator with this kinda stuff; maybe it's just human nature to bury your head in the sand.

 

 

 

 

 

 --------Allanis Morissette

 

Good-bye Tim.

 

 

why is it just when you think everything is going good and things are running smoothly..........

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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After work on Saturday, I came home to see my roomie surrounded by CD's, crumpled booklets and prophanity flying. He was given a PS2 from a friend after they had bought PS3, yeah, like how many of those things do you need. Not that we're real game-playin' fools, we thought the fact that it also plays DVD's was the bonus because the cheap player we have now won't let us view the extra features that come with DVD's. So, I joined him on the floor trying to figure out how to connect the thing. We got the games working, played a CD but everytime we tried to view a DVD the thing would flash the "parental control" pop-up. Seems we needed a password to watch the damn movie!! Okay, we usually can figure these kinda things out after spending some time, cursing a little and pressing a few buttons aimlessly. "Parental Access Code", my arse!! He stared to think the guy that gave him the thing was playing so sort of joke, knowing we wouldn't be able to figure out what this friggen code was. Were we just destined to watch "Mary Poppins"? We did and enjoyed it,btw! The booklets were no help as they didn't explain what all these buttons did. You would think 2 adults could figure out how parental controls work! We took a break, had a beer and laughed at our stupidity as anger built up again. PS2 will not defeat us!! Pressing a button here and following an instruction there, we were finally able to watch "The Good Shepard". Heaven help us, though because I'm thinkin' this will be a ritual for every damn movie we want to see! As for the movie...........meh, it was okay, not as great as I expected with all the hype about it.

On Sunday I was expecting to be as miserable as I could be for my birthday because it reminds me of another year gone by that I haven't really accomplished much in the way of living a satisfying life. 'We are only here for a short time so we better make the most of it', kinda thing but when you have to make a living to get by how do you do that? I haven't made it to Italy yet, nor have a made a difference in Africa and haven't toured the rain forests before they are totally depleted/defeated. So I worked through "my" day yesterday and ruined a couple of other people's; hey, it's all part of the job! Anyway, my wonderful roomie is quite aware of how I feel about b-days so he took me out for a yummy dinner of seafood linguine, we came home and munched on chocolate eggs [would have been better if they were dark chocolate] and had a bottle of Little Penguin while we watch the Flames lose; we knew it was coming if not last night it would have happened in Detroit. What can I say......ummmmmm, go Vancouver!!!  There is a long summer of no hockey ahead and there is still a month to go so I gotta cheer for someone. OH, AND OMG!!!!!!!!!!  please don't let Don Wittman (Twitman)commentate anymore!! I don't think I could stand listening to him say "De-troy-it" one more time!!!!!!!!

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