Well.

The baseboards are installed and Poohbare has been busily cutting the crown moulding (finally!). The nail gun rocks except it has a stupid "safety" feature so you can't shoot nails from a distance. bastards. Still, it rocks.

pow pow pow pow pow! )))))

Today we're SUPPOSED to be cutting/painting/installing the crown moulding and baseboards. "Someone" is on ebay looking at this and that. *glare* Yeah yeah he SAYS cuz it's still too early to be makin that much noise. ffs it's 7 a.m. Is NOT too early.
grrrrr

The happiness continues. POW! pow-pow-pow-pow-pow!

and and and and I was looking over the drill bit set and ima gonna drill holes of various sizes in stuff. At LEAST 150 holes, cuz, you know, gotta try em all or the ones I don't use will get all sad and feel neglected. boohiss

Since we have that worthless solid-core door lying around that's gonna be scrapped, I gots stuff to practice on.

brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr <<<That's the sound of the drill if ya didn't already guess. Not to be confused with pow-pow-pow!

)))))

OMG OMG OMG I got the bestest birthday presents! Poohbare bought me my very own toolbox and a buncha tools. Aparently he thinks I'm a tool klepto and bit by bit I've been stealing the stuff from the toolbench. Like that's a bad thing. whatever

OH! And he got me the 150 drill bit set I've been wanting and a NAIL GUN!!!!! I've wanted a nail gun for almost forever! Now I wanna get a holster so I can draw it like a cowboy. In my head I'm doing the POW! POW! POW! sound effects and stuff. I'm gonna swagger around, draw it and say "reach for the stars!" just like Woody in Toy Story. Yeahhhhh. Cuz I'm just that cool.

Mom gave me an absolutely gorgeous pendant.

Did I mention the nail gun? Yeah, I got one and you ain't gonna borrow it, either. Neener neener neener

I'm liking the new-old car. It's been a long time since I had power windows and locks. I still have to get used to the remote key thingy. I bumped the wrong button yesterday and the alarm started whooping up a storm, which startled me, so I dropped the keys, and in my frantic rush to grab them, I kicked em. Oh yes, it was an amusing sight I'm sure. Just to make it better, I hear a chuckle in back of me and one my bosses was on his way to his car. "New vehicle?" "Gee, how could you tell?"
lol

Yeah, so, we were going to play musical cars this morning, but it didn't quite work out as planned. My son was supposed to be by on Friday to clear out his broken car, and have a tow truck haul it away for scrap. That was phase one. Didn't happen. It was a condition for me giving him a car. He's had almost a full week to make arrangements, but didn't start calling places til yesterday.

Phase two was him showing up around 8:30 this morning to get my new-old car and old-old car both emission tested then off to motor vehicles to transfer the new-old car's title to my name and my old-old car to his name. Pooh and I had plans for the day and were not going to wait for the boy to roll out of bed at whatever hour he felt like arriving.

Turns out he wasn't here til close to 11:30 and the tow truck didn't show until after noon, so he couldn't have gotten the plates today anyway.

I'm still getting used to this make-him-grow-up attitude, but think I'm getting the hang of it with Poohbare's help.

Poohbare let me vent and rant and rage then got me laughing. He's very good at "managing" me. Poor man has the patience of a saint and I thanked him (again) for putting up with me.

Damn ex husband! He struck again.

A number of years ago when we were building the room for my son, the ex did most of the work on the room -- hence the reason it's taking so long to redo for my daughter. I gotta fix all the shit he fucked up. ANYWAY...I'd been told that the reason the closet door was never hung was cuz he hadn't gotten around to trimming the bottom of the door so it would clear the carpeting.

Well, I've gotten the door painted, got the doorknob on it, measured carefully to make sure how much needed trimmed off, made sure the doorjamb lined up and I was doing it all right, broke out the saw and trimmed the bottom of the door (quite nicely if I do say so myself) and got it painted.

This evening Poohbare and I went down to hang it on the hinges (it's a solid door and too heavy for me to move by myself) and whaddaya know... the rat bastard has the hinges TOTALLY misaligned. It never crossed my mind that they'd all be off by several inches and unevenly spaced.

Motherfuckinsonofabitch. It's a goddamn good thing that fucker is dead cuz I'd beat the crap out of him right about now. His cremains are in the hall closet. Maybe I'll go kick the box.

And Poohbare wonders why I'm in awe of him when he fixes stuff the RIGHT way. grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

Shit howdy! That was quite a surprize.

Thank you very much my wooly friend.
I heart you!

Whadda day!

The girlspawn has been battling a gradually increasing headache since Friday. We tried to kill it with ibuprofen, but that didn't work. Next we tried Aleve (naproxyn sodium or whatever it is) and that didn't work. The next day we tried two of my 25mg Imitrex several hours apart. Nope. The next day we tried a 50mg dose of Imitrex. Minimal relief for about a half hours. Ok. Enough. Called the doc and took her in yesterday afternoon. Diagnosis: sinus infection, not migraine. Huh? Really? She's not congested, not coughing, not sneezing. She IS having light and sound sensitivity, the pain is at the top and back of her head, she's nauseous and has neck pain. WTF?!?!?

So... this morning we go to the emergency room. No fever, so mengitis is ruled out immediately. They do a head CT and find no tumors, no clots, aneurysms, not even.... [drum roll] sinus problems! hmm... ok. So discontinue the antibiotics and nose spray, see a neurologist and follow up with the pediatrian.

Yeah, about that. I think we'll be changing pediatricians. Found a spectacular neurologist and as soon as I get the referal (damn insurance red tape!) we'll get that going. The poor kid is miserable in the meantime.

Oh, and Mom retook her driving test this morning and PASSED.

I managed to juggle all the flaming bowling pins thrown at me today, but barely.

I only had one goal in mind... getting home and hugging Poohbare. As soon as I did, all the tension drained away. Damn, how I love that man!