Some freak is driving up and down I 96 shooting at random cars/ people. All 19 police reports agree that its a boring looking man driving a boring looking dark colored car. The police seem to think its a hand gun and are cautioning people against calling him a sniper because he's not using a rifle and no one has actually been shot...yet. Wow. Sorry, I guess the cops are technically correct, but...what would you else would you call a nut job with a gun who drives around shooting at people on the freeway?
Other than that...Jon talked to his boss about me maybe working at his factory and got a "I'll consider it." While not exactly welcoming...at least it wasn't a "hell, no" so I suppose I shall go through the application process and see what happens. I want to be done with my current employer before the horrible Christmas season begins.
Corporate is "threatening" to visit our store. This means loads of exhausting work and no one will probably even show up. Yay. Four of us were at the store til midnight cleaning last night. And today a crew double the usual crew spent all day cleaning. How...dishonest. The store never looks this good.
I am sooo tired. It's only Tuesday. I assume its PMS that's making me drag. Don't know. I'm not ill. Just waking up with tired muscles and going to bed with tired muscles. Sooooo tired. Getting enough sleep...just tired.
Getting ready for a Halloween party this weekend! Remains to be seen who will show up and who will not...but they will be missing the tastiest pudding shots known to mankind!
Tuesday, October 23, 2012
Sunday, October 14, 2012
Can I get a Do-Over for Toady?
The trip to Ohio was a smashing success. Lots of fun and adventuring were had, and one baby was angered by being restrained in his car seat and shopping. He did however approve of biting multiple surfaces and seems to have a foot and shoe fetish.
Went back into work yesterday. Jason was so happy to see me he gave me a big hug. I was otherwise unimpressed. Loads of dog food "overstock" were waiting in the back room and the shelves could have been filled. The freight team are still bunging things where they please in top stock and things are just exactly as they were. Other than we shall be getting a new manager since ours was paid loads to transfer back to Howell. I hope whoever it is puts the Princess in her place. She certainly is jumpy and bitchy lately.
Of course our plumbing has taken another dump. Jon called the guy yesterday. He didn't make it. Then he said today at 11 am. Didn't show. Said, oh, two...will be closer to two thirty...I'm just getting quite frustrated since I haven't showered since the morning I left my mom's house and I can't do laundry or dishes and everything is in shambles. Really like to get this resolved once and for all. Probably should invest in a composting toilet and just re route all the waste water to some sort of grey water holding tank. Would be a hell of a lot simpler in the long run and no poo threatening to come up through the drain in the floor.
Oh and I have a headache. Yay. And Jon decided to go gallivanting off and leave me to wait on this guy. I really don't wanna. I'm gross and dirty and I really want a shower before I face anyone.
Went back into work yesterday. Jason was so happy to see me he gave me a big hug. I was otherwise unimpressed. Loads of dog food "overstock" were waiting in the back room and the shelves could have been filled. The freight team are still bunging things where they please in top stock and things are just exactly as they were. Other than we shall be getting a new manager since ours was paid loads to transfer back to Howell. I hope whoever it is puts the Princess in her place. She certainly is jumpy and bitchy lately.
Of course our plumbing has taken another dump. Jon called the guy yesterday. He didn't make it. Then he said today at 11 am. Didn't show. Said, oh, two...will be closer to two thirty...I'm just getting quite frustrated since I haven't showered since the morning I left my mom's house and I can't do laundry or dishes and everything is in shambles. Really like to get this resolved once and for all. Probably should invest in a composting toilet and just re route all the waste water to some sort of grey water holding tank. Would be a hell of a lot simpler in the long run and no poo threatening to come up through the drain in the floor.
Oh and I have a headache. Yay. And Jon decided to go gallivanting off and leave me to wait on this guy. I really don't wanna. I'm gross and dirty and I really want a shower before I face anyone.
Friday, October 5, 2012
The Leaves; They are A'Changing
Ahhh....vacation.
My house is pretty clean. Keeping up with dishes and chores in general is much easier when there isn't much on the itinerary except for loafing about and eating Bon-Bons. (Oh, yeah, I forgot, I've never eaten a Bon-Bon in my life. Really. I don't even know if its ice cream or just a chocolate candy and I only vaguely recall the old commercials from the 80s when I was in elementary school. But gross exaggeration gets the point across.)
I deep sixed the bunny room carpeting and am much loving the ease of using a simple broom and dust pan to clean up stray bedding, hay, hair and any random stray poo pellet that may be a result of zoomy time. I just need to finish the job which means, at this point, metal edging between the hall carpet and the no carpet (I used tape for now) and trim so the poos don't get into the walls too far. Oh, and lacquer because I found old, original tiles under the carpeting and they look cool and are in good shape but are probably asbestos. So some good old fashioned floor lacquer should seal in any possible particulates. I don't think there are any but its good to be safe.
The garbageman even managed to take away the two rolls of carpeting (yes, yes, I cut it in two for ease of handling and it still wasn't easy) because Redford decided they can now take two large items into the trash instead of charging $75 for one item. Seems the township was finding loads of abandoned couches, mattresses, carpeting and such lying around in alleyways and in streets or on public property because no one who lives here could afford to pay the outrageous sum just to throw some junk away. I know I personally sledged and saws-alled a couch and had Jon haul it off to the dumpster at the machine shop where he works just to be rid of it. Most people don't go to that much work.
Much book reading has happened. I usually don't have much time for that, either.
Have managed to nearly get my Halloween costume together. Mask and wings, check. Already own the clothes. The Goddess of Retribution shall walk. Oh yes...she has some scores to settle.
Have a game plan for the car insurance. Geico it is. Two payments of $273 sounds a hell of a lot better than three payments of $375....ah, Nationwide...I can no longer afford you. It's not like I'm insured to the hilt. I'm insured to the thinnest scrap of being legal. Which means if I get hurt or my car does....oh, well...$1,038 is a lot for two cars considering that...for six months. Dear Michigan, your legislation sucks. All your mandatory fees and etc, just mean that more uninsured drivers are hitting the roadways. Why? It's near impossible to afford car insurance in this state. Ohio is half price compared to Michigan. Ask me how I know.
For some reason, I have been absolutely starving, like stomach rumbling hungry nearly constantly during my vacation. It's weird. I don't get this hungry while I am working. Stress and hatred of my job, perhaps? Don't know. Anyway, three meals and a couple snacks! Wow! I don't think I have ever managed to eat this much. Since I've only been eating while feeling physically hungry I don't feel guilty. I, for most of my life, don't remember getting hungry. I'd just eat automatically because it was the time of day when people eat. And lots of times I'd feel sick when I ate; so I just wouldn't eat. Or, I'd even forget to eat because I wasn't hungry. This happens a lot when I am at work. I HATE eating then needing to do some serious work like tossing 6 tons of dog food. Makes me feel ill.
The leaves have changed a lot in a week. They are going to fall from the trees early this year. I assume due to the drought and the heat this past summer. Stressed trees.
Tomorrow comes the awful portion of the vacation. A funeral.
Then Monday comes the good bit: A girlie road trip to Ohio with Ruth (and James, but he doesn't really count because he doesn't have the hormones yet to be man and because Ruth is his food source). There will be much fun to be had. Also; my parents like babies.
My house is pretty clean. Keeping up with dishes and chores in general is much easier when there isn't much on the itinerary except for loafing about and eating Bon-Bons. (Oh, yeah, I forgot, I've never eaten a Bon-Bon in my life. Really. I don't even know if its ice cream or just a chocolate candy and I only vaguely recall the old commercials from the 80s when I was in elementary school. But gross exaggeration gets the point across.)
I deep sixed the bunny room carpeting and am much loving the ease of using a simple broom and dust pan to clean up stray bedding, hay, hair and any random stray poo pellet that may be a result of zoomy time. I just need to finish the job which means, at this point, metal edging between the hall carpet and the no carpet (I used tape for now) and trim so the poos don't get into the walls too far. Oh, and lacquer because I found old, original tiles under the carpeting and they look cool and are in good shape but are probably asbestos. So some good old fashioned floor lacquer should seal in any possible particulates. I don't think there are any but its good to be safe.
The garbageman even managed to take away the two rolls of carpeting (yes, yes, I cut it in two for ease of handling and it still wasn't easy) because Redford decided they can now take two large items into the trash instead of charging $75 for one item. Seems the township was finding loads of abandoned couches, mattresses, carpeting and such lying around in alleyways and in streets or on public property because no one who lives here could afford to pay the outrageous sum just to throw some junk away. I know I personally sledged and saws-alled a couch and had Jon haul it off to the dumpster at the machine shop where he works just to be rid of it. Most people don't go to that much work.
Much book reading has happened. I usually don't have much time for that, either.
Have managed to nearly get my Halloween costume together. Mask and wings, check. Already own the clothes. The Goddess of Retribution shall walk. Oh yes...she has some scores to settle.
Have a game plan for the car insurance. Geico it is. Two payments of $273 sounds a hell of a lot better than three payments of $375....ah, Nationwide...I can no longer afford you. It's not like I'm insured to the hilt. I'm insured to the thinnest scrap of being legal. Which means if I get hurt or my car does....oh, well...$1,038 is a lot for two cars considering that...for six months. Dear Michigan, your legislation sucks. All your mandatory fees and etc, just mean that more uninsured drivers are hitting the roadways. Why? It's near impossible to afford car insurance in this state. Ohio is half price compared to Michigan. Ask me how I know.
For some reason, I have been absolutely starving, like stomach rumbling hungry nearly constantly during my vacation. It's weird. I don't get this hungry while I am working. Stress and hatred of my job, perhaps? Don't know. Anyway, three meals and a couple snacks! Wow! I don't think I have ever managed to eat this much. Since I've only been eating while feeling physically hungry I don't feel guilty. I, for most of my life, don't remember getting hungry. I'd just eat automatically because it was the time of day when people eat. And lots of times I'd feel sick when I ate; so I just wouldn't eat. Or, I'd even forget to eat because I wasn't hungry. This happens a lot when I am at work. I HATE eating then needing to do some serious work like tossing 6 tons of dog food. Makes me feel ill.
The leaves have changed a lot in a week. They are going to fall from the trees early this year. I assume due to the drought and the heat this past summer. Stressed trees.
Tomorrow comes the awful portion of the vacation. A funeral.
Then Monday comes the good bit: A girlie road trip to Ohio with Ruth (and James, but he doesn't really count because he doesn't have the hormones yet to be man and because Ruth is his food source). There will be much fun to be had. Also; my parents like babies.
Thursday, September 27, 2012
September
What a weird September.
At work:
A friend of mine who is professionally competent and beloved of his underlings gets a crappy review and is asked to step down and be just a regular Joe Schmo. He is fine with this until he is told he is going to get a pay cut of anywhere from $2 to $3. Come again? Did I mention how much the customers love this guy? No? Well, he is constantly getting positive email from customers who know him by sight and by name. Why the demotion? He isn't a horrible boss and has never written up anyone. Why hasn't he? He doesn't need to write anyone up. We just naturally have his back and do as he asks, because he's a good guy.
Then, he decides he'll step down. After his decision is made, THEN he is told "well, we don't have room on the payroll for this many full time employees." What? Gee, witholding valuable information from the employee making the decision...that sounds ethical.
Also, for a company who prides itself on ethics...why hire in a full time employee in a management position all the while knowing there was no money in payroll for such a thing? Because the puppet master knew he was going to demote someone and ask them to leave.
The puppet master is also leaving. I don't care anymore. I thought I would, but now, seeing exactly how sneaking, manipulative and UNETHICAL he can be, I don't give a flying fuck. I wish I could prove to HR just how unethical this entire situation really is...why can't I? Because I'm not supposed to know any of it or my job would be in jeopardy.
Why so secretive? Because for a company who prides itself on its ethics, there are none. Wouldn't it be awful for all the people who love to shop at the store to find out how ruthless, unethical, and Nazi-like the corporation really is?
Maybe I'll get a less greedy, sneaking manager. I've had two of those before. Or maybe I just need to go back to the nowhere of America where people aren't just out to see if they can go back to "fix" an old store for an $100,000 a year pay raise.
Guess what my raise, by the way, I was lucky to get a raise-- was? 29 cents an hour. I will almost earn $9.25 an hour.
What the hell is your annual salary oh Puppet Master?
And then.....
A friend of mine had a barn burn down. He has burns on his hands and face from trying to rescue horses from the barn. One didn't make it. His house almost caught on fire. He is apparently off (on vacation!) this week but is expected to miss another week of work so the burns can heal.
Jon was so sickened to hear this that he immediately went into rescue mode. He put his prized Fender up for sale so we could donate the proceeds to our friend. As far as I was concerned, he'd never want to sell that thing.
My cousin's man, Denny, wants it. I have given them Jon's phone number in case he can think of any questions to ask because there are a multitude of things I don't know about guitars. I really don't want buyer's remorse to be in my family life. There are lots of things about this, money transfer (we're thinking pay pal) and then shipping. We live in Michigan, they live in southern Ohio...as Southern as you can get, Cincinnati. We'll ship it if they'd like, but I also offered to drive it to my parent's house (also a 5 hour drive for someone from Cincinnati) if they'd like.
We'll see. I'd like to help Tim. He has always been good to me.
And also....
Jon has not been dealing with his grandmother's death at all, I don't think. He says he's fine. I still don't think he's fine. He's been going off the deep end about not being able to do enough to help Tim, and about how horrible things are happening to such good people. I wish I could help him. Death and I are well-acquainted. But everyone has to come to their own terms with death.
This is the first death of someone who was close to Jon.
I don't know how this will go.
Four years ago I couldn't walk past the open casket of my dad's mother and the stupid undertakers didn't like that I just couldn't and that I wouldn't. I'd had to stare at her body for over an hour during the service and for some reason I just couldn't walk up there. The undertakers looked disgruntled and I just burst into tears and Jon shuffled me outside and away. Not that anyone in my family thought any the worse of me for it...I just couldn't follow the stupid funeral home protocol...so I broke their fascade of conformity.
There is no conformity in death. Each death is different, personal. The ordered formal bits of the service did not comfort me nor did the prayers the preacher offered...they sounded hollow and empty...because nothing of them was my Grandmother. She was not formal and she was not conformist.
So I don't know what Jon will take away from the ceremony. I will never really know. Just as he'll never know what I've taken from the funerals I've attended.
Here's hoping for a much much better October.
At work:
A friend of mine who is professionally competent and beloved of his underlings gets a crappy review and is asked to step down and be just a regular Joe Schmo. He is fine with this until he is told he is going to get a pay cut of anywhere from $2 to $3. Come again? Did I mention how much the customers love this guy? No? Well, he is constantly getting positive email from customers who know him by sight and by name. Why the demotion? He isn't a horrible boss and has never written up anyone. Why hasn't he? He doesn't need to write anyone up. We just naturally have his back and do as he asks, because he's a good guy.
Then, he decides he'll step down. After his decision is made, THEN he is told "well, we don't have room on the payroll for this many full time employees." What? Gee, witholding valuable information from the employee making the decision...that sounds ethical.
Also, for a company who prides itself on ethics...why hire in a full time employee in a management position all the while knowing there was no money in payroll for such a thing? Because the puppet master knew he was going to demote someone and ask them to leave.
The puppet master is also leaving. I don't care anymore. I thought I would, but now, seeing exactly how sneaking, manipulative and UNETHICAL he can be, I don't give a flying fuck. I wish I could prove to HR just how unethical this entire situation really is...why can't I? Because I'm not supposed to know any of it or my job would be in jeopardy.
Why so secretive? Because for a company who prides itself on its ethics, there are none. Wouldn't it be awful for all the people who love to shop at the store to find out how ruthless, unethical, and Nazi-like the corporation really is?
Maybe I'll get a less greedy, sneaking manager. I've had two of those before. Or maybe I just need to go back to the nowhere of America where people aren't just out to see if they can go back to "fix" an old store for an $100,000 a year pay raise.
Guess what my raise, by the way, I was lucky to get a raise-- was? 29 cents an hour. I will almost earn $9.25 an hour.
What the hell is your annual salary oh Puppet Master?
And then.....
A friend of mine had a barn burn down. He has burns on his hands and face from trying to rescue horses from the barn. One didn't make it. His house almost caught on fire. He is apparently off (on vacation!) this week but is expected to miss another week of work so the burns can heal.
Jon was so sickened to hear this that he immediately went into rescue mode. He put his prized Fender up for sale so we could donate the proceeds to our friend. As far as I was concerned, he'd never want to sell that thing.
My cousin's man, Denny, wants it. I have given them Jon's phone number in case he can think of any questions to ask because there are a multitude of things I don't know about guitars. I really don't want buyer's remorse to be in my family life. There are lots of things about this, money transfer (we're thinking pay pal) and then shipping. We live in Michigan, they live in southern Ohio...as Southern as you can get, Cincinnati. We'll ship it if they'd like, but I also offered to drive it to my parent's house (also a 5 hour drive for someone from Cincinnati) if they'd like.
We'll see. I'd like to help Tim. He has always been good to me.
And also....
Jon has not been dealing with his grandmother's death at all, I don't think. He says he's fine. I still don't think he's fine. He's been going off the deep end about not being able to do enough to help Tim, and about how horrible things are happening to such good people. I wish I could help him. Death and I are well-acquainted. But everyone has to come to their own terms with death.
This is the first death of someone who was close to Jon.
I don't know how this will go.
Four years ago I couldn't walk past the open casket of my dad's mother and the stupid undertakers didn't like that I just couldn't and that I wouldn't. I'd had to stare at her body for over an hour during the service and for some reason I just couldn't walk up there. The undertakers looked disgruntled and I just burst into tears and Jon shuffled me outside and away. Not that anyone in my family thought any the worse of me for it...I just couldn't follow the stupid funeral home protocol...so I broke their fascade of conformity.
There is no conformity in death. Each death is different, personal. The ordered formal bits of the service did not comfort me nor did the prayers the preacher offered...they sounded hollow and empty...because nothing of them was my Grandmother. She was not formal and she was not conformist.
So I don't know what Jon will take away from the ceremony. I will never really know. Just as he'll never know what I've taken from the funerals I've attended.
Here's hoping for a much much better October.
Sunday, September 16, 2012
Fairy Grandmother
A firecracker faded away yesterday. An original Rosie the Riveter from Detroit. Not many of those left, I don't imagine. One tough lady, an original character. I only knew her for four years, but she immediately welcomed me into her home and her family.
Jon told me later that this was not always so, and that he was surprised she liked me on sight. That she usually didn't like any of the boyfriends/girlfriends/friends that anyone in the family brought home. But, she liked me. I was flattered.
She got cranky in the last year. Can't blame her. Thanksgiving last year wasn't very enjoyable. But, I really couldn't blame her, because she really didn't want to host. The rest of the family seemed to think Thanksgiving just wouldn't be right if it wasn't at Grandma Helen's little house (and hey, I bet they were right). It was just too much work for her. She didn't do any of the cooking, but she sure ordered people to and fro if what they were doing weren't up to her standards. The food was tasty.
Grandma Helen became my adopted Grandma. The one grandmother I was close to, died early in Jon and I's relationship. I still had one living grandmother but it was one of those weird relationships that was strained since I never could figure out why she'd put up with my grandfather (who was never an awesome person and was a mean, mean drunk once upon a time) so I could never really respect her. So I adopted Grandma Helen. Then my remaining grandmother died and she was the only grandma left.
I am now grandmotherless. I know, I know, I am 35 and most people don't still have grandma's at my age, and some no longer have parents. There is just something that always captured my imagination about Fairy Godmothers...something magical. (I didn't know what a godmother was and didn't have one anyway so I imagined a godmother as a fairytale grandmother; besides -- Grandma DeWitt WAS a Fairy Grandmother...loved kids made all kinds of interesting magic happen when we were at her tiny trailer.)
So I was sad when Jon texted me from the hospital telling me she was gone. Then, I told him I was sorry and that she was a force of nature, a tough lady. And he texted back: "just like you." Then I cried and asked if he was okay. He replied that he was, but I knew better.
He's not okay. No one in her family is okay today. He wouldn't let me go with him to check on his folks. I didn't argue. I probably should have argued. But, some people are really private in grief...and I can respect that. I have no idea how my father in law is taking it, badly, I suspect. The man is a mystery to me, but he has a big heart. So if Jon thinks it best that I not go along, well, then, its his family he's known them longer than I have.
We miss you Grandma Helen.
I wish I had a photo of her from WWII doing her thing...and someone actually might...but, it can't be much different than this one.
Jon told me later that this was not always so, and that he was surprised she liked me on sight. That she usually didn't like any of the boyfriends/girlfriends/friends that anyone in the family brought home. But, she liked me. I was flattered.
She got cranky in the last year. Can't blame her. Thanksgiving last year wasn't very enjoyable. But, I really couldn't blame her, because she really didn't want to host. The rest of the family seemed to think Thanksgiving just wouldn't be right if it wasn't at Grandma Helen's little house (and hey, I bet they were right). It was just too much work for her. She didn't do any of the cooking, but she sure ordered people to and fro if what they were doing weren't up to her standards. The food was tasty.
Grandma Helen became my adopted Grandma. The one grandmother I was close to, died early in Jon and I's relationship. I still had one living grandmother but it was one of those weird relationships that was strained since I never could figure out why she'd put up with my grandfather (who was never an awesome person and was a mean, mean drunk once upon a time) so I could never really respect her. So I adopted Grandma Helen. Then my remaining grandmother died and she was the only grandma left.
I am now grandmotherless. I know, I know, I am 35 and most people don't still have grandma's at my age, and some no longer have parents. There is just something that always captured my imagination about Fairy Godmothers...something magical. (I didn't know what a godmother was and didn't have one anyway so I imagined a godmother as a fairytale grandmother; besides -- Grandma DeWitt WAS a Fairy Grandmother...loved kids made all kinds of interesting magic happen when we were at her tiny trailer.)
So I was sad when Jon texted me from the hospital telling me she was gone. Then, I told him I was sorry and that she was a force of nature, a tough lady. And he texted back: "just like you." Then I cried and asked if he was okay. He replied that he was, but I knew better.
He's not okay. No one in her family is okay today. He wouldn't let me go with him to check on his folks. I didn't argue. I probably should have argued. But, some people are really private in grief...and I can respect that. I have no idea how my father in law is taking it, badly, I suspect. The man is a mystery to me, but he has a big heart. So if Jon thinks it best that I not go along, well, then, its his family he's known them longer than I have.
We miss you Grandma Helen.
I wish I had a photo of her from WWII doing her thing...and someone actually might...but, it can't be much different than this one.
Friday, September 14, 2012
Stranger Danger
Sometimes, as I watch Emma freak out when she sees the mail person walking up and down the opposite side of the street delivering mail, drool flying from her mouth as she barks, and, once the mail person changes to our side of the street and nears the house and Emma's agitation and fierceness increases to the point of her seeming to want to lunge outside; just what Emma would do if actually personally confronted with the mail person.
I think she would run away, and keep fiercely barking and drooling.
It's a fairly annoying bit of our daily routine. Nothing helps.
And, since, we live where we do, I guess I haven't looked seriously into preventing her from getting so worked up about strangers. I want people to be afraid to come into my house.
People who know Emma, know she is enormously afraid of people who are new. It took her weeks to get used to Levon, a month to get used to Dave, and she never has made up to Shane. I suspect because he usually refuses to come over and visit, and also because he makes lots of quick, loud movements that she views as threatening.
So, until she gets over her fear of strangers; which I figure as never, I'll just have to continue to see her foaming and spitting as she barks when strangers walk past the house.
I think she would run away, and keep fiercely barking and drooling.
It's a fairly annoying bit of our daily routine. Nothing helps.
And, since, we live where we do, I guess I haven't looked seriously into preventing her from getting so worked up about strangers. I want people to be afraid to come into my house.
People who know Emma, know she is enormously afraid of people who are new. It took her weeks to get used to Levon, a month to get used to Dave, and she never has made up to Shane. I suspect because he usually refuses to come over and visit, and also because he makes lots of quick, loud movements that she views as threatening.
So, until she gets over her fear of strangers; which I figure as never, I'll just have to continue to see her foaming and spitting as she barks when strangers walk past the house.
Sunday, September 9, 2012
And now for the lazy portion of our day
It's....a day off....well, kinda.
I mean, no random crazy assholes...but I've worked hard since I've been up. Well, until now. Now, I'm relaxing.
First, I went to the bunny room. I cleaned the bunny litter, and since Vincent has discovered a new hobby/compulsion, decided to start taking up the carpet in there. His new compulsion involves digging at random bits of carpet and rendering them bald, and also chewing on any raw edges he makes. This was pretty simple, at least it is so far. I just pried up the tack strips on two sides of the room (it's a tiny room) and pulled out any staples/nails with the pliers. Granted, I haven't gotten all the way around, and I haven't rolled up much carpet, but its a start.
Jon wasn't amused with this new development until I told him the carpet was ruined anyway. He then offered to help, and get it done with, but its something I can work on in the mornings sometimes before work and on days I'm off and Jon is working. It shouldn't take too long.
I do need to put some foam in the gaps where the carpet tucks under the baseboards and then seal them with silicone so that things don't end up where I don't want them and I can sweep up bunny messes easily with a broom. Such as random poo pellets and bits of hay and litter.
I did a load of the never-ending laundry. I swear I think it breeds while I am asleep.
I mowed our lawn.
I mowed the in-laws lawn.
And now I am relaxing because I am tired from all those things.
I still need to wash dishes and vacuum but am fairly certain I will do neither of those things today.
Then I am off Tuesday and will go on the prowl with Ruth. That sounds more fun.
I am also contemplating just kidnapping Ruth and James and going on some sort of short road trip to....my parent's house....or anywhere, for that matter. Sounds fun.
I mean, no random crazy assholes...but I've worked hard since I've been up. Well, until now. Now, I'm relaxing.
First, I went to the bunny room. I cleaned the bunny litter, and since Vincent has discovered a new hobby/compulsion, decided to start taking up the carpet in there. His new compulsion involves digging at random bits of carpet and rendering them bald, and also chewing on any raw edges he makes. This was pretty simple, at least it is so far. I just pried up the tack strips on two sides of the room (it's a tiny room) and pulled out any staples/nails with the pliers. Granted, I haven't gotten all the way around, and I haven't rolled up much carpet, but its a start.
Jon wasn't amused with this new development until I told him the carpet was ruined anyway. He then offered to help, and get it done with, but its something I can work on in the mornings sometimes before work and on days I'm off and Jon is working. It shouldn't take too long.
I do need to put some foam in the gaps where the carpet tucks under the baseboards and then seal them with silicone so that things don't end up where I don't want them and I can sweep up bunny messes easily with a broom. Such as random poo pellets and bits of hay and litter.
I did a load of the never-ending laundry. I swear I think it breeds while I am asleep.
I mowed our lawn.
I mowed the in-laws lawn.
And now I am relaxing because I am tired from all those things.
I still need to wash dishes and vacuum but am fairly certain I will do neither of those things today.
Then I am off Tuesday and will go on the prowl with Ruth. That sounds more fun.
I am also contemplating just kidnapping Ruth and James and going on some sort of short road trip to....my parent's house....or anywhere, for that matter. Sounds fun.
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