Plumbers @ MindSay 
- We have working toilets again and it only set us back $165. Luckily, the plumbers didn't have to get on the roof and do whatever he thought he had to do. Woohooo!!!!
- Is it just me or is everybody sick to death of seeing Barbara Walters promoting her book? We get it. You wrote a book. Sheesh.
- Does anyone ever feel like people's expectations of you are so rigid and unyielding that you feel locked up in a box? I feel that way a lot. For some reason the people in my life see me in one way or another and refuse to see anything else. For most people I'm supposed to be strong all the time. Other people think I'm supposed to in charge all the time and some people think I'm supposed to be happy and light hearted all the time. As a matter of fact one blogger has criticized me for using bad language on my blog. Well fuck! If I can't rant and rave on my own blog where else can I do it? For one thing, I haven't had the most pleasant year so far, so if I blog about it, I'm bound to curse. I'm not some tap dancing, shuffling, coon who has to smile all the time to make other people feel comfortable. If my foul language offends you then feel free to fuck off and not read my blog.
I know a lot of my entries have been dark lately, but that's life. There are ups and downs and I'm going to blog about the downs MY WAY. I don't have to be Frank "Fucking" Sinatra to do that. Plus, unless I'm comfortable with a blogger, I don't curse when I reply to their posts and I almost NEVER curse when I'm in a heated debate with someone. Anyway, if you don't like it, don't read it or at least have the guts to say it to me.
- Another way I feel put in a box is that one of my friends only wants to relate to me in one or two ways. I recently noticed that it's been like this for ten years. I mean, I know some people have friends they do specific things with like fishing or going to karaoke bars, but I don't think a fishing buddy someone has known for a decade would object to getting to know other aspects of a friend or letting that friend see other sides of themselves. I mean if a fishing buddy liked building things, would it be that much of a problem to venture out of the norm and say, "Hey, look at this deck I built., whaddya think?" Anyway, to try to sum it up, I realized I probably don't know a damn thing about this person because our friendship is so COMPARTMENTALIZED. It's pretty sad when you think about it.
three down and two to go
1. the floor is heated again and
2. all the baseboards are tiled and grouted.
3. the small jacuzzi has an air switch now so you dont have to wait till the tub is half full to turn on the timer or get out and reset the timer.
yet to go:
reordered stolen bidet ( last seen on I-84 heading east) arrives
bidet and faucet go in
all this tomorrow if they stay on schedule. then...........
I photograph room - jim cleans- and we move back into our master suite. hallalujeh
Ken is taking Michael and I to see Harry Potter tonight. This will be Ken's third time, Michael's seventh, and my eighth time seeing it. No, none of us are obsessed. *haha* Beat that Caro!
In other news, the roofers loaded my roof down today with the tar paper and new roof. I suppose tomorrow they'll actually attach it. The plumber fixed my pipes, but, broke out the tiles in Michael's bath tub. Now, Michael can't take a shower unless he wants to flood my walls. I told him to rethink that. He can take showers at my mother's house. We have to get a tile person out here to completely redo the tiles around Michael's tub. In the meantime, that bathroom only gets ONE use. As for the vent in that bathroom, the landlady's son still can't properly install it for two reasons: He doesn't know what the hell he's doing and he got the wrong motor. He's going to have to cut a new hole in the ceiling and install a whole new vent. YAY! <<<<<<Sarcasm
Yay! The Plumbers are here...*Does little makeshift jig while cigarette hangs loosely from lips* Oooo, Oooo, and they're shutting off my water too. I'm so happy for this. I hope I don't have to use the restroom for the next two hours they're here.
Yay! The roofers are here...That means I don't get to take naps (I LOVE naps) during the day because they sound like THEY'RE doing little makeshift jigs while cigarettes are hanging from THERE mouths through my ceiling. I know it's just going to cave in. I can see the headlines now, "Tenant dies in collapsed roof incident when roofers danced over her head". On a lighter note, however, this means I get to decorate outside with Christmas lights this weekend/next week.