April 16, 2008 (I don't care anymore what day it is....WHEN WILL THE MADNESS END????)

I don't come bearing good news. I no longer believe that there's such a thing as good news. In my book, it's all dark and gray and bad. And blue.

We did our punch list yesterday with the superintendant. We walked thru the house and marked everything with blue tape that needed to be fixed. At the end of the 3 1/2 hours, this is what my house looked like. And the super proceeded to tell me that this was NORMAL!! Normal? I am paying you buttloads of money and this is normal? It took all I had not to wrap him up in blue tape and send someone over to "fix" him.

April 10, 2008 (Day 223)

We were supposed to be ready to move into the house today, and instead, I'm at work, WORKING. Not moving heavy boxes and furniture and sweating my butt off, like I would have liked. Nope, instead I'm in a nice gray cubicle, wearing business casual clothes and using terms like LOB and SMB and "low-hanging fruit." Gag me. I'm not sure what the issue is, and at this point, I don't care. JUST GET 'ER DONE!!!

We leave tomorrow morning for the Masters and get back Monday afternoon. If I don't have a certificate of occupancy on my kitchen counter when I return, some heads are gonna roll. And now that I know what that means and have witnessed it first hand, I hope it doesn't have to happen. Because it can be UGLY, UGLY, UGLY. Just ask the tile guys.

April 8, 2008 (Day 221)

You probably think you've seen these pictures before, but you haven't. They are different. I'm like that annoying mom that always sends out pictures of her kids to non-moms. Your kid looks exactly the same as it did 2 days ago. I know you think that it's grown so much in the last 48 hours, but the rest of the world can't tell. And the emails always say something like "we had a big weekend...she finally said "mommy!" Really? Because I can't tell. Send me a picture of her when she graduates from Gap Kids to regular Gap, because THAT will be interesting.

These pictures are different. The floors have 2 coats of polyurthane on them. Can't you tell?

April 3, 2008 (Day 216)

The sealer was applied to the floors yesterday, and it's starting to look like a real house!!! A house that I can move in to, run around naked in, make a mess in, and leave dirty dishes in the sink. A house that will be ALL MINE when I wake up in the morning and don't feel like talking to anyone yet, and I can come home from work to quiet and not have to talk because I talked all day and I have nothing left in me and I'm all talked out. A house that my dogs can run around in and sleep on the couches and in the beds, and go out whenever they want to because there's a fence. A house that I can scream and yell in when I get mad and walk around in my pjs and eat crackers in my bed. MY VERY OWN HOUSE THAT I DON'T HAVE TO SHARE WITH ANYONE! Oh, well except for Will:)

What the....??

Yall are lucky....2 posts in one day!

What the.... #1:

Do you see the dark spot in the middle of the hallway below? Well, that's a burn mark on the floor that was uncovered once the floors were sanded. I never noticed it when we lived there, but probably because we had a table right there. But now I'm dying to know how it got there. It makes me think of the time when my sister was a baby and my mom was boiling nipples on the stove, and they caught on fire and she burned the kitchen floor and the fire department had to come. I wonder if my burn is that funny. I don't think the previous owners blogged their lives, so I'm sure I'll never know. I'll probably just make up a great story behind it. And then I'll tell Will about it and anytime someone asks about the burn in the hallway, which I'm sure we'll get asked ALL OF THE TIME, he'll tell them the big fat lie that I made up, although he wont know it's a lie. I tend to do that to him a lot.


What the.....#2:

A few months ago, I purchased this pendant light from West Elm shown below (the picture is bad and doesn't do it justice).

It's a little bit modern, a little bit vintage, and I love it. Not to mention the fact that it was on sale for only $39.99. It's now hanging in the new stairwell. Last night, the fam took a field trip over to the house and while my MIL and BIL were upstairs, I overheard this conversation:

Chip: I don't like that light that Mimi picked out.

Robin: I don't think that's permanent. I think that is just a cover for the bulb for the painters. See all of the paint splatters on it?

Chip: Oh, you're right.

WHAT THE....???

April 2, 2008 (Day 215)

We are getting down to business folks. No more funny-funny. I have finally run out of humor related to this God-forsaking pain in my ass project. If you are looking for laughs, you'll have to call me and we'll talk about something different, like the time I asked my mother-in-law how to use her stove after I'd already been living there 6 months.

We had a big day at the house yesterday! The piles and piles of trash were cleaned up, the half-empty bottles of Big Red and Sunkist were thrown away, and the floors were sanded! It made a HUGE difference in how the progression of the house looks. We finally look like we are getting somewhere. Today, the appliances are being installed, the plumber is wrapping up (he's been "wrapping up" for 2 weeks now, and he's making me sound like a broken record), and the floors are being sanded again. Then it's a coat of sealer, 2 coats of polyurathane, and NO TRAFFIC in the house until Monday.

Conjunction Junction

Here's the light that's above my kitchen sink from School House Electric. It makes me think of Schoolhouse Rock, and then I want to sing about words and phrases and clauses.


The tile has finally been grouted and looks great. I just don't think they are going to get paid for the work they did. You shouldn't mess with me.

The faucets are starting to go in. This was my very first purchase for the house, and it took me 200 days to get it installed.

And the carpet guys came on Saturday and woke me up at 7:30 am! I didn't mind one bit.