August 24
From my brain
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2007
Me 23:54, 24 August 2007 (EDT)
When all you have is a putty knife and a blob of spackle, everything looks like a defect.
I've spent the week trying to get the house in shape. Monday and Tuesday were shot with working on the fan. Wednesday was consumed by shopping for materials and then taping down drop cloths for half of the bedroom. Yesterday was taping down the rest of the room and moving all the furniture in the center.
Why all this in only four days you ask? First of all the yutzes that lived in my house previously painted the baseboards. So, now that I'm painting the room (and the fact the boards are scratched, showing the wood stain beneath the paint), I have to paint the baseboards. To protect the carpet, I'm wedging the tape under the boards and then taping the drop cloths to it. Consummate professionals that they were not means that the baseboards are at a varying levels of distance to the carpet. Some give me ample room (and almost slip out) while others make me think the wide putty knife I'm using as a wedge is going to snap in my hand.
For the furniture, we have quality furniture. All heavy oaken funiture (as our friend found out when she tried to help me move some of it). It doesn't move easily, and we don't really have any other place to put it while I paint the room, so it will have to go in the center. However, the drop cloths are actually plastic, so we can't shimmy them across, they have to be lifted. They also of course have to have drop cloths over them.
Today was running around to get additional paint and a couple supplies I neglected on Wednesday. Then, it was sanding the walls (removing the old wallpaper paste), puttying, and masking off the ceiling.
I've yet to put a drop of paint on the walls.
I'm exhausted and sore. On top of it, the water heater is on the fritz...again...and so we've almost nothing but cold showers. Yay!
Me 23:57, 24 August 2007 (EDT)
On the brighter side, Dad came in through town last night. Wifey, the kids, and MIL and FIL all went to meet up with him at a DQ that's adjacent to a Wal-Mart with a lot that lets trucks park there. Had a good meal and a good conversation with him. I'm looking forward to seeing him and the family at Thanksgiving (if I don't have to turn in any more vacation time to work on the house that is).
2006
Me 07:15, 24 August 2006 (EDT)
So, I have a kindergartener now. Yesterday was TheBoy's first day of school. Granted, it was more of a test run as only a portion of the class was there so the students (and teacher I expect) wouldn't get overwhelmed.
He got to ride the bus all by himself (and the other K's of course). Granted, Mommy (aka Wifey) got to follow behind, meet him at the school (take the obligatory picture as he decended the bus steps), and walk him into class, but still, he rode the bus.
Mommy then dropped into Class Mom mode (which she's already volunteered for officially) as she started to lose faith in the abilities of Mrs. J. Apparently she didn't meet bubbly kindergarten teacher requirements when a kid was looking a bit bewildered on his first day of school. I have a distinct feeling that TheBoy is getting a first-year teacher as his first teacher in elementary school.
I got home early enough to greet TheBoy as he got off the bus. Again, Mommy was not happy that TheBoy was able to get off the bus (albeit with a VERY helpful little girl who showed him how to walk in font of the bus). Apparently, the K kids are supposed to stay on the bus until their parent is right there to get them off. This bus driver pulled a no-no on this paranoid mommy by letting her little boy off before she got right there to do it.
So, we start the grilling that will ensue now every Monday-Friday (holidays, snowdays, and sick days baring),
- So, how was school?
- Oh, fine.
- Well tell us about it.
- I told you, I didn't think I was going to remember it all.
The best we got out of him was that he sat with all the boys at the table. The girls sat at another table, and that someone read a book to them in class. I think he was still adjusting. :)
All in all, he (and we) survived his first day of real school pretty well. And to think, we only have thirteen more years of this to go!
2004
Me 14:07, 24, August 2004 (EDT)
Okay, Zejan -- the absentee webmaster until I get my arse going to learn this stuff -- made a change.
Your blog will now point to the ID number of the blog rather than directly to a name. Sure, the name will still work, but now, like me, should you wish to change the name of your blog, it's as easy as changing your own display name.
And speaking of names, I'm still in the process of altering my blog, but I'm shedding RdRnrPerv. Yes, to some, I will always be Il Pervo, but it was time to place that name on the shelf next to Squeegie (blast from the past for Ceraun).
Let me know if there are any issues...
Me 14:10, 24, August 2004 (EDT)
Was time for a change in a lot of ways, and I figured my internal changes should be reflected by my blog.
That's right, I'm going to apply to become a woman. Wait, no, that's not it.
Actually, RdRnrPerv just doesn't suit me any longer. It was me back when I was a complete pr0n glutton back in the early days of glorious no-cap broadband in Delawhere, but now...not so much.
Off to the pit now...
