To any bidder, no really!

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CAT FOR SALE

Used: 18 years old, slight hearing problem, over compensates by meowing loudly, doubles as alarm clock. Answers, when she wants,to the name Kushka. Also answers to rattling of dry food bag being opened. Answers to the sound of canned food opening. Sleeps in very odd positions and in the weirdest of places, such as a slight indentation in the middle of the grass. Is the color of the grey concrete patio resembling a small speed bump. No tail to speak of and weighs in at 4 pounds. Has been known to square off with meandering raccoons, protecting the male species of the house (Sweet male feeder)from eminent attack. Has a historical problem with ‘klingons’ and has the worst smelling poop in the known world. Also sports the occasional leak.

Well?

You didn’t think we were done already did you? We’re fast and good but not THAT fast and good. We also decided to remodel the ‘west wing’. The West Wing is the room adjacent to the master bath on the west end of the house, cute name don’t you think. We’re going to take out all the weird built-ins and create a boring rectangle with a door and three windows. This actually makes it more conducive to a home office and media room. Yeah that’s it. a media room.
One section of weirdness is gone, with one in the corner to go. What is that you say? Well it’s a built in entertainment center cum bricky stage thingy that use to hold a wood stove. Confusing? You betcha, why do you think we’re doing this exercise.

I think we are slowing realizing the wonder of a newly built house with all of it’s builder accessible problems. Am I wrong? Am I?

Summer remodel 2008:right tool for the right job

Well you knew that we couldn’t sit back and watch summer go by without some major remodel did you? As you may recall a few weeks back I mentioned a leak that we found. Sweet Husband turned off the water to that particular bathroom and once we were done with visitors and a couple of misc projects then we could step up the remodeling process.

A few weeks ago I had to go to Eastern Washington on business overnight. While I was away Sweet Husband had every intention of having the bathroom demolished, but that wasn’t to happen. Whoever created this shower stall was having it double as a fall out shelter. What I came home to was hardly a dent. The walls were made before backerboard, and the dude that built this house, we later found out, was the Mob boss for the cement guild in the Puget Sound area. We fully expect to find body parts in the walls or under one of the misc cement patios around the house. The walls in the shower were two inches of cement on a mesh wire and the tile on top of that. Strong little bugger.

A sledge hammer wouldn’t budge it, so Sweet Husband rented a tool. A Very heavy tool, with chipping and hammering action. Might I mention a very LOUD tool as well?

We are now at the next phase, after much resting of arms and backs. We get to touch the rubble again, when we go to the transfer station. If our poor truck can handle it without breaking an axle.

The next adventure is to call the plumber so we can get a quote on what it will take to finance one of his children’s college education. Last year I think we sent them to Figi for a couple of weeks when we remodeled the kitchen.

And now for your viewing pleasure.

A man and his tool…rental that is.

Heavy sigh

I should have just stayed inside and out of other peoples way today. My cranky factor has been way high lately, and I have no reasonable excuse for it. I don’t know if it’s hormones or no-mones, but I’m out of sorts. And where does one get a new supply of sorts anyway? I must google that. At first I thought it was me and a jillion other people whacking out over the moon being full. I didn’t have to start shaving my forehead or anything, but I did feel a little werewolfish.

But no, it’s more than that. Today in the parking lot of a Kmart, yes Kmart, I was backing out of a parking spot and so was a man about 85 years old. I know that science teaches us that two or more objects can’t occupy that same space,it’s true I proved that theory today. Mr Mini Van says I ran into him and I say we ran into each other. Either way, he shouldn’t be driving. We were both backing out at the same time. I look carefully to each side, and out the back window, proceed in reverse, I am very careful and I hear this scraping sound. Wonderful~

He’s all weepy about his Mini Van got a scrape of paint on it, And I’m all ,F#$@#!, what the hell now? So of course being the responsible driver that I am, I called the cops. The cop shows up and proceeds to tell us that they don’t get involved in parking lot accidents, it’s now between us and our insurance. I made mention of the fact that dispatch could have told me that and we wouldn’t be wasting his time. He shot me a glance saying back to me, “I’m sure they tried.” What? I’m not so sure what he was implying, but I didn’t like his tone. I guess that’s why the dispatch kept asking questions about what part of the parking lot we were in and so on. So I exchanged info with the nice old gent from the mini van.

I talked to my insurance and they now will have an adjuster call me tomorrow. This was a change in tactics as Mr Mini Van said I backed into him and he wasn’t moving, uh I don’t think so. If anything we were both moving. I will take responsibility, but I will not be a party to untruths. Listen, I’ve been driving for 34 years, I drive over 25,000 miles a year and have never been in an accident, parking lot or otherwise. I don’t get speeding tickets and I don’t cheat on my insurance or anything else for that matter. I also won’t have my insurance pay for something that can surely be buffed out. Grrrr, the whole thing is so unnecessary and trivial in the scheme of things. But I’m sure this gent has more time on his hands to persue the solution than I do. As for me I’ll pay to buff his bumper and take care of my own swath of mini van cream on the back side of my car.

Gosh I wonder what tomorrow will bring?

Points to Ponder

SAN FRANCISCO, California (AP) — A measure seeking to commemorate President Bush’s years in office by slapping his name on a San Francisco sewage plant has qualified for the November ballot.
The measure certified Thursday would rename the Oceanside Water Pollution Control Plant the George W. Bush Sewage Plant.
Supporters say the idea is to commemorate the mess they claim Bush has left behind by actions such as the war in Iraq.

Local Republicans say the plan stinks and they will oppose it.

Black out

photo by Ruthann who lives somewhere on the intertubes

I awoke out of a very deep sleep last night to the sound of total silence. The power had gone out in our neighborhood which silenced all the fans in the house. That lack of sound, woke me up. It was the sound of snoring that I heard next, I think it was the cat. I was wide awake and curious as to the cause. I know! Why should I care at 2:37 in the morning if the power is out or not? Roll over, hug your pillow go back to sleep, ya dork. But if there was some calamity or the second coming of Jesse,I wanted to know about it before it hit the papers. I got out of bed, pulled open the blinds to let a flow of fresh air in, ah much better. It’s so quiet out there, and dark.

I stumbled toward the door, heading out into the hallway, whoa, my house is very dark. When I get to the living room I part the curtains to look out and the only lights I see are across the lake. The whole neighborhood is pitch dark. It was kind of creepy so I found a flashlight and went back to bed.

I laid in bed thinking about horror movies most specifically the movie SIGNS where the aliens were in the house,blah blah and YIKES I was scaring myself right into a frenzy. How bout those Mariners! Cuz, what if when I turned on the flashlight I could see aliens surrounding my bed. I hear a noise, WHAT’S THAT I think as I sit straight up and stare at where I think the door is…nothing there, so I lie back down. Another noise, this time there is movement and the cat who isn’t snoring after all, jumps on the bed. I utter a huge sigh of relief and lie down again. I’m just about asleep because Ive chased all the aliens out of head, and sweet sweet sleep is about to overtake me. When suddenly I get a flash of light in my eyes and the fans roar back to life. Obviously the power has returned. I reach up to close the curtains, hit the clock to stop the flashing numbers, roll over, hug my pillow and drop off to sleep.

No wonder I woke up tired, and this was after a $3000 dinner with clients which should have been more fun than what it cost.

Seconds of Fun

…and now fresh from the Tri-Cat Production facilities, for your viewing pleasure, Seconds of Fun.

The following is an actual conversation:

My sister sitting at my make up table applying a new brush on make-up,
“hmmm bronze, what’s that for?”.

My sweet husband just walking into the room, “Third Place.”

Happy Friday!

The Guests

I LOVE this picture. It’s so cool and fits him so well!

Force my smile? Never! We had so much fun at the Space Needle, we had just stepped off the elevator.

This guest plays well with others and will share toys…….or hats.

We had a BLAST!!!! Wish you could have all been here!

Time travel gifting

Remember back a few posts, come on you can do it I haven’t posted much lately. So remember back a bit when I was telling you about my brother and I was lamenting the fact I never got a Water Buffalo that he mentioned while he was in Vietnam?

WELLLLLLLL, Richard, his wife Kathy and my sister Gale are here for a weekend vist and guess what he brought me? Yup, a Water Buffalo, I am so happy, it’s so cute and he is a sweet man. thank you big brother, you’re a gem.