Wednesday, August 31, 2005

I don't wanna.....but I need to!

I have been living on "Extra Strength Advil Liquid Gels for Migraines" for the pain that is being caused by a loose tooth (back molar) It keeps getting shifted everytime I bite down on something. My Dentist has been on holidays and my extreme phobia of the entire Dental world has made it impossible for me to go to anyone else. What other Dentist would a)give you valium and freezing for a regular cleaning b) understand why a 42 yr old woman is crying in their chair? Only Vito and for that I am grateful....holidays or not he's pulling the tooth today at 12:40pm. The tears are flowing just thinking of it.
Wish me luck!
Tuesday, August 30, 2005

Please Grant them a Rainbow !

Hurricane Katrina has been big and nasty and I ask that all of you pray for those that are left with little or nothing to call their own!

May they see the Rainbow at the end of all this!

Peace out!

Get your shit together people!

Holy Hanna! As some of you know I play pool. I love to play pool and I've been playing in our regions leagues for about 13 years now. I've seen 3 league operators come and go and with them comes the normal chaos of getting to know the people that are already members, making them happy and trying to grow the business. It is a business after all.

The current League Operator is a woman and I truly like her alot. She has tried her best to grow new divisions and opportunites for her area, she does however, have the organizational ability of a tazmanian devil....everything is done at the last minute!
It's like she totally forgets that this is a business! I mean really, who owns a business and doesn't bother to contact players that have been around for 13 years and tell them what the latest is for opportunities.

Every year we go through this at this time! We can't seem to draw enough interest in this league to make it grow and for whatever reason our league operator has not really exerted any extra effort into making it grow. No flyers, no emails, nothing about it on the website...hell I dunno.

This is our Ladies team that has been to Vegas twice to compete. (the boy on the left is the Canadian PoolPlayers President and Owner, so we let him be in our picture) We were the only team present in that division from Canada. You would think this would make one want to grow the division...we actually placed we are a competitive team!

This year we made a conscientious decision that we wanted to keep our Ladies only team together even with the ever present threat of no Ladies Division, so we registered in 9 Ball and then were told that at the 11th hour she was doing what she could to hold the Ladies Division together despite the odds.
What business owner does this???? I wish I had the cash to operate a league! I would treat it as a business and it would grow!

Anyway still don't know if we are playing 8 Ball or 9 ball. I wish someone would get their shit together!
Monday, August 29, 2005

Gotta Verify those words

Even my wonderful Blogworld is not safe from SPAM! I don't answer my phone at home for all the unwanted solicitation, I hate checking my regular postal mailbox (need to be specific here folks) and recently I haven't been able to open my email without having offers of penis enlargement (which I spoke to Hubby about and he isn't interested!)webcam college girls (talked to the girls and they thought that although this might be a possible job for them during University, just kidding!!!) and whatever other sundry crap comes in. How did I get on their lists is what I wanna know!

So now it's our wonderful little Bloggerland that is being invaded by unwanted solicitation!

Seriously Folks, word verification is the best. Give that Programmer the Genius Award!

No more Blogger Spam! nah nah nah nah boo boo!
Saturday, August 27, 2005

15-2, 15-4, The Rest Don't Score

I am way too competitive for my own good! I have almost beat myself out of opponents.
It's true, I can't force myself to lose! It just doesn't matter who the opponent is or what the game is. I've been known to beat three year olds at CandyLand and a great game of Snakes and Ladders with a sniveling 5 year old is sooooo much fun!

Well this morning I awoke to a quiet house, everyone else seemed to have either left the building or they were still sleeping. I got busy making a home brewed pot of Timmies..yes I do Tim Horton's Coffee at home as well! Tim Horton's ROCKS my world and I never miss a day. Anyway, I was doing up the coffee and getting ready to relax outside to finish the Anne Rice novel I've been working all summer on, when Aimee called out in her little voice...

"Mama Dukes is that you?"
And so began the 3 hour marathon of Cribbage and coffee....Can I tell you that I am the CHAMP and I don't think Aimee will play with me anymore!

Cribbage anyone????
Friday, August 26, 2005

Kids are a pain, no matter what age they are!

In the summer of 1986, the girls and I lived in an apartment complex in a second floor apartment. It wasn't anything special to say the least but it was ours. We had 2 bedrooms, a fully functional kitchen, bathroom,everything was cheerfully decorated and we had a balcony with a view of the front yard that was the only place that the little ones could play. It was hot in that apartment and a neighbours 14 year old offered to take the little ones out to play. I sat on the balcony watching as they frolicked in the sprinkler the superintendent had put out to water the only small patch of grass in the area. I think every child in the building was out playing that afternoon, skipping much needed naps because of the heat. There was laughter and the screams of childhood fun, everyone was having a brilliant sunny afternoon.
This was not to last very long....suddenly my little 2 and a half year old let out a mortifying scream and in less time than it took me to run outside to see what all the fuss was about she was down and out, unconscious. My heart was in my throat to see my little one lying there and all the little ones around were standing around in absolute silence with confused little faces, not understanding what was going on. Thankfully someone had the good sense to call and ambulance and although it was probably less than 5 minutes it seemed and eternity. Another Mom in the building had come to see what was going on. She was a nurse and she quickly determined that Aimee had been stung by a bee on the face and she was having an allergic reaction. A trip to the hospital, a shot of epinephrine and later treatment with benedryl saw my little one coming home from the hospital that same day, with a scheduled trip to the Children's hospital to see a pediatric allergist.

Needless to say that was the second scariest day of my life! Aimee's health as a child had given me the first scariest day of my life when she was 18 months old but that's another blog!

It was determined by the pediatric specialist that although it was certain that Aimee was allergic to some extent it warranted no further testing unless stung again. With that diagnosis we have lived in fear of bees/wasps. Never knowing what the next sting would bring.

Forward to Summer 2005, Aimee had made a decision that since she was unsuccessful at finding long term summer employment that a weeks long vacation with BoyFriend was on the agenda. Aimee spoke with our family physician and she prescribed an Epi Pen for emergency use if Aimee was to get stung in the middle of nowhere. Unfortunately, short term employment opportunity threw a wrench in her plans but no fear the epi Pen is good for one year and it provides a feeling of security through the summer evenings.

Well, last night it happened, while sitting outside during our favorite evening game of cribbage Aimee got stung by something. After the immediate panic of "OMG is she gonna die?" passed we realized that no epi pen was required. An immediate dose of antihistamine cleared the swelling at the sting site and relieved the full over hives that soon appeared. So, for now although we know that she had a reaction, we also know that it may not require the immediate necessity of having an injection administered.

Now I have lived through 3 scares with this kid! Will it ever end.....probably not!
As a mom we are always fearful of what could happen in our children's lives to disturb the natural course of birth, life and death.

Today I have her at my side at work and although she is still itchy, we know she'll make it through this scary life event as well!
Thursday, August 25, 2005

AGHHHHH! They are growing up! (otherwise known as I'm getting older!)

Well this week I dropped Jenny off for her last year of University. She's completed four years of hard work and decided that teaching is her calling. I've been telling her this since grade 6, but I'm just the Mom, what do I know? Wow, I remember when I used to take her tiny hand in mine and drop her off at Daycare. She was so small and so steadfast in the fact that everything would be just fine (and it always was, despite my tears)
This year the tears were hers. Moving away from home (again) and close proximity to "Boy" (otherwise known as Matt) made this years parting very dramatic. I was good, I barely cried! I felt the need to do the Mommy thing and be strong!

Next week it will be time to take Aimee back to University for her final year. Another bird will fly the coop and her presence will be missed sorely! Aimee and I have had the opportunity to become great friends this summer and I will miss her tremendously. Who else will play cribbage with me? Hubby quits after being beat too many times or stops playing after he's won so as to pretend he's a champ!
I remember Aimee's pudgy little hand around mine, soother in face and big croc tears in eyes when I dropped her off in her daycare class..she made me cry after leaving her almost every day! this year I will try to be strong for her as well and keep my tears to myself!

In September my baby will start grade 10...OMG how did that happen?
It seems like yesterday that she was toddling down the street in just her t-shirt and little purple desert boots trying to go to the store on her own. Brianne will remain at home to keep her Mom company for another few years. Her sense of humour will provide many happy moments to compensate for her missing sisters. Bri experiences the moving of her Big Sisters the most...spontaneous Sister/Sister nights will now be planned well in advance and most teenage problems will be solved by discussions on MSN or after 6 when its cheaper.

Ahhh, summer is coming to a close and this time of year always makes me a little sad.
Makes you appreciate your family as they walk out the door to a new phase of their lives!

Good Luck my little ones! Remember Mommy Loves You!!!!
Friday, August 19, 2005

Three Days and Counting!

Monday will be my 7th wedding anniversary. It will be the first time that I have ever made it to the 7th year of anything but child rearing.

This is a big accomplishment for Hubby and I. We've always said that it was a great thing that we make it through the years without stabbing/poisoning or doing harm in general to each other.

We were discussing our life together the other night and he decided to announce that we had only had about 4 arguments in our time together that were of any significance and in his opinion they were inconsequential. (I didn't kill him so that must make it so, in his little mind) I responded by glaring at him and telling him that was his opinion! See, we do really get along. We laugh together about most things and rarely do our arguments last longer than the time it takes me to mix the rat poison into a "Ceasar" and watch him swallow it down.(just kidding folks) I'm genuinely lazy and can't see myself putting this much time and energy into rearing another husband.
So as the vows go, "For better or for worse, till death us do part!"

For our anniversary we are celebrating in the following fashion: Softball the day before, work the day of and Hubby going to a concert (with his friends) on the day after. I think this is why we get along so well. He reminds me it's our anniversary and I ignore it.

He's mine, all mine and I dare anyone to try and make him theirs. He would laugh in their face anyway....he knows he's got it soooooo good!

Now that is LOVE!

Happy Anniversary Husband!
Tuesday, August 16, 2005

Kiss My Ass Happy Bunny

Thanks to my friend Colleen at the Circus for this wonderful quiz that really is cute. Now I can honestly say that I think this about Stupid People and there are a lot of Stupid People in my life.

kiss my ass2
congratulations. you are the kiss my ass happy
bunny. You don't care about anyone or anything.
You must be so proud

which happy bunny are you?
brought to you by Quizilla

Have a great day!
Sunday, August 14, 2005

Where Have all the flowers gone?

Gone....finally gone!

When we moved into our house, 7 years ago, our powder room on the main floor was papered with lovely flowered paper on every wall. Indeed, it was like a floral outhouse! Even the curtains matched the paper. I thought it was absolutely lovely! The real estate agent explained that it was very expensive paper and "wasn't it lovely that the owner of the house had matching curtains made, the fabric was also very expensive!"

I was the only person in the house to have this opinion! Everyone else hated it! After all if you had a shit it still smelled like shit and flowers clearly aren't to everyone's liking.

Well, as you all know we begun renovating. This weekend Aimee and I decided to strip the "hideous flowers" off the wall. We haven't bought the paint yet, too busy entertaining on Saturday night and with a double header at ball today, maybe tomorrow after work. I'll miss the flowers, but dammit I hate wallpaper!

Thursday, August 11, 2005

White Trash???

Okay, I've always claimed to live next door to White Trash. So thought I'd better take the time to do this quiz that I found on fellow YAY-YAY Sister Viki's blog to ensure that I wasn't actually classified as that...Is there a Caste System in White Trash Society (Really Poor White Trash, Middle Class White Trash, High Class White Trash)? I guess I need to take the test and see what happens.
I am 18% White Trash.
Not at all White Trashy!
I, my friend, have class. I am so not white trash. . I am more than likely Democrat, and my place is neat, and there is a good chance I may never drink wine from a box.

Can I tell you I definitely breath a sigh of relief with the results of this one!

Second Hand Stuff

All my adult life I have enjoyed the unwanted treasures of other people. The Parental Units have graciously always thought of me and my offspring when they are changing furniture and we have received the offer of many pieces that are still being used to this day. In fact Dad commented that it felt just like "home" when he came over on the weekend for dinner and sat in the wing chair in my dining room...
Recently I posted about my "new to me" car. This car came to me in kind of the same way. I have a friend that loves to shop. In fact, she solves most of her emotional turmoil by shopping and she readily admits it. When she was separating from her husband she purchased the "SUV" that I coveted. She purchased the Leather furniture set that I coveted. When I painted my dining room, she provided me with wall sconcy things and flouncy material stuff to make my window look fab! She has provided my Girls with her clothing that she no longer wears, never wore, no longer fits, got tired of or is just plain getting rid of to make room for the new stuff. In fact it has gotten to the point that the Girls and I are going to start being more specific about our likes and dislikes...cause as I said to my friend, whom I lovingly refer to as "Barbie" (she looks like Barbie and that bitch has everything), she gets everything I want. On Saturday she purchased a PommaPoo Puppy (part pomeranian, part poodle). DAMN HER! I have always wanted a lap dog. When she announced this to me I just looked at her. I have green eyes already and the purchase of this pup just made me an entire GREEN-Eyed monster of jealousy...On Tuesday night, "Barbie" came for dinner and she brought the puppy. OMG! Very cute little puppy. 4 pounds of cute cuddly fun. Problem #1: Puppy has parasites. Problem #2: Puppy has Kennel Cough.
"Barbie" had taken the puppy to the vet and it was now being fully medicated and the pet store would be fully reimbursing her vet bills.
On Wednesday afternoon, "Barbie" called. "Hey, you wanna puppy?" she asked. Excuse me? I replied. "I think the baby is allergic to the puppy, she's coughing and getting congested"
"Seriously, they've been together for less than 8 hours and frankly baby could be teething, could be coming down with do you know so soon?", I state. "Really you need to give it a couple of weeks before you really know, I'm sure of it!" "Ya, you are probably right" she says, seemingly a little calmer.
Roll forward to this morning:

8:15 am. Phone rings at work: "Good Morning, Linda speaking can I help you?"
Barbie: "Hey, you want this puppy? Cause seriously, Baby is totally congested and she has spots all around her mouth."
Me: "Look Barbie, this is what you gotta do...Take a deep breath, wait till the pet store opens and drag your ass and the puppy down there and tell them you are returning the puppy. It has Kennel cough which could potentially lead to recurring respiratory illness (not likely, but it could). Tell them that if they don't take the puppy back you will be making a scene outside the door of the store until they do, telling everyone how sick your puppy is (not really true but worth a go). If that doesn't work then we'll talk about what to do with the puppy. Don't say anything about allergies...just go down there and be a bitch! On second thought, do you need me to go down there?"
Barbie: "No, you're right. That's what I'm gonna do."
Me: "Call me and let me know what happens"

10:15 am phone rings.

"Hey, I love you!" says the voice on the phone. "Oh Barbie, okay, you love me what's up...did they take the dog back?" I ask. "They sure did, and I love you and hate you at the same time" she says. "HUH,why do you hate me? I ask.

"Cause you are always right!"

OF COURSE I AM! It's always easy to be right when it involves other people! I'm never right when it involves me. That is why I depend on the level headedness of my Husband, Daughters, Parental Units, Friends for all my important decisions! Cause that's what they are for isn't it?

Note to self: Be more specific telling certain friends what you really want so they can piss you off by buying it (not really Barbie! cause I know you are reading this and I know you know it's you!) then get sick/tired/bored with and pass on to you!
Remember to thank said Friend and Parental Units for how nicely house is coming together with all their gifts!

Later Folks!
Wednesday, August 10, 2005

Thirty Lines to make you smile!

These were sent to me this morning and most of them really did make me smile!
Enjoy and Have a GREAT day!

1. My husband and I divorced over religious differences. He thought he was God and I didn't.

2.. I don't suffer from insanity; I enjoy every minute of it.

3.. I Work Hard Because Millions On Welfare Depend on Me!

4.. Some people are alive only because it's illegal to kill them.

5.. I used to have a handle on life, but it broke.

6. Don't take life too seriously; No one gets out alive.

7.. You're just jealous because the voices only talk to me

8.. Beauty is in the eye of the beer holder.

9.. Earth is the insane asylum for the universe.

10.. I'm not a complete idiot -- Some parts are missing.

11.. Out of my mind. Back in five minutes.

12. NyQuil, the stuffy, sneezy, why-the-heck-is-the-room-spinning medicine.

13.. God must love stupid people; He made so many.

14.. The gene pool could use a little chlorine.

15.. Consciousness: That annoying time between naps.

16.. Ever stop to think, and forget to start again?

17.. Being "over the hill" is much better than being under it!

18. Wrinkled Was Not One of the Things I Wanted to Be When I Grew up.

19.. Procrastinate Now!

20.. I Have a Degree in Liberal Arts; Do You Want Fries With That?

21.. A hangover is the wrath of grapes.

22.. A journey of a thousand miles begins with a cash advance

23.. Stupidity is not a handicap. Park elsewhere!

24..They call it PMS because MadCow Disease was already taken.

25..He who dies with the most toys is nonetheless dead.

26..A picture is worth a thousand words, but it uses up three thousand times the memory.

27..Ham and eggs. A day's work for a chicken, a lifetime commitment for a pig.

28.. The trouble with life is there's no background music.

29.. The original point and click interface was a Smith and Wesson.

30.. I smile! because I don't know what the hell is going on.
Tuesday, August 09, 2005

All men created bad!

I know that in the recent past I've ranted about the various men in my husband (the Donk), my FIL and now I'm gonna have to add the husbands of my friends, one of the boys of summer (hubby's softball team) and my boss.
These are all men I truly care about. I have enormous amounts of respect for all of them in various aspects, however, in some areas they are just plain DUMB!

For all of you that are thinking that I'm going the way of Dooce and getting myself in trouble with all those relationships above...nah...I've told them all how I feel. But really I need to blog because I clearly don't think anything I have said today or on any other occasion has really sunk in!

I have one friend that is newly married (less than 5 years)and struggling with the difficulty of helping to raise a step-daughter and her new little on. She's doing a fab job and instead of getting praise from her Donk, all she's getting these days is grief.
My Friend CF works hard, is a great wife, an excellent Mom/StepMom and an even better Friend. She deserves good things and I know that once her husband gets that air conditioner installed, his brain will recuperate from the frying effects of the heat and he will start to appreciate her like he should!
My Friend KD and her family were very brave accepting her husband (also my friend)the "Rude Crass Bigot Potty Mouth Wonder" into their family. One day this Donk will get his, when he must explain his monstrous ways to the Children's Protective Service that comes to remove his little ones from his care! LOL...they won't take babies away they will simply shake head and kneel down before the brave woman, his wife, that puts up with his absolutely abhorrent ways! Deep down he's really a kind, loving and caring kind of guy...he just has no idea of what boundaries are for!
Now Superstar Softball boy MA, here's a great one. He's done permanent injury to his shoulder and it will require surgery. He is in constant pain. He is a dumbass and refuses to just sit on the sidelines and join the girls to cheer on the team.."OH NO, I gotta play..the Doctor told me it can't get any worse..." Well let me tell you Mister...You have two little girls that need their Daddy's full attention and that's gonna be real tough to dole out to 2 when you only got one working arm! Take a rest my friend! Stop being a DONK!
Last but not least my boss....really this man is amazingly smart! He has many degrees, has been in my industry for many years! He is the best Boss an employee could have, except he has way too much on his plate and has little time to look at anything but the big picture. That would be okay if he would just leave the day to day happenings to me. So Boss, seriously if I need your assistance I'll come to your door and ask!

It is proven that in general women use all the faculties that are provided to them. We can multi-task like a "motha" and are not afraid to ask for directions if required. All this we do with compassion and much love.

BOYS ARE DUMB and that's the TRUTH!
Monday, August 08, 2005

Weekend Update

I guess it's only fair that I take ten minutes and update everyone on the FIL situation . On Tuesday when FIL was admitted the hospital staff were doing everything they could to bring down his blood pressure. After many nitro patches and a double dose of BP meds his blood pressure returned to a less serious high of 194/96 on Wednesday morning. Husband visited with him Wednesday morning after work and although I should have been working, I spent a good part of my day attempting to contact his family Doctor with no success. Husband returned to visit with FIL before work in the evening. Apparently no tests were being run and from all intent and purpose it appeared that aside from BP meds no tests were being run to find out why this poor man's BP had risen so high and why he had collapsed. On Thursday we repeated the same routine, husband visiting his Dad and me trying to chase down the Good Doc. FIL was pretty certain that he would be released and let me know he would call me when it was time to come spring him from the hospital. The call never came. Husband returned that evening to visit again and on Friday I finally got in touch with the Good Doctor that advised me she had actually been avoiding me. She had been struggling with a moral dilemma and had finally convinced FIL that it would be okay to tell me what was going on. The whole truth so to speak.....Rotten OLD MAN! (I really say that lovingly for those of you that don't really know me...for those that do you can hear the laughter in my voice as I call him that!)
So here is the scoop....My FIL is a very heavy drinker! On Monday, he had a large greasy breakfast and proceeded to the local pub to hang with the cronies and get totally sloshed! Tuesday morning I was supposed to take him to the eye doctors appointment, thankfully it got rescheduled affording FIL a couple more hours to sleep off the hang over and also making it so that a neighbour would be taking him to the next appointment at 1:30 as I was in meetings and could not get away. He slept some more, didn't eat and forgot to take his bp meds. Well apparently all this combined leads to hypoglycemia in old men and they collapse in hallway and get taken to hospital. Then it causes an inability to tell the truth causing deep concern for the children. Apparently FIL's Good Doctor knows him real well! She dragged the nasty out of him and basically decided to keep him locked up to teach him a lesson. No alcohol, 3 squares and regular medication...see what it can do! By Friday, His BP was stable at 156/84, the swelling in his lower legs was gone and he felt great. After all this explanation the Good Doctor had a request for me...please could I ask his son (Husband) to be there for 4 pm when she would be reading FIL the riot act. She wanted a witness and someone that FIL cared deeply for to hear what she had to say so that he couldn't continue to lie to us. She yelled for 40 minutes and told him that if he didn't change his ways that we would all be kissing him goodbye very soon.
Well, Husband was upset, FIL was upset but truth be told I don't think much will change. He's 78 years old and it's real hard to teach on old dog new tricks!
Bender to follow I'm sure.
Wednesday, August 03, 2005

Didn't your Mother ever tell you....?

When I was growing up my Mom always had a few things she said that until I grew up I never really thought were important. The first being "always wear clean underwear when you are going out of the house" Until this week, I always thought "ahh, what the hell does anybody care whether my gitch is clean, or if it has holes"....I'm a believer Mom! and I'm sorry I ever doubted you!

My 78 year old father in law was admitted to hospital this week. When my husband called, to tell me, it was mid-day and I could tell he had already been at the hospital for a while. It was best that I go and relieve him so that he could get some sleep. When I arrived sleepy husband was glad to get out of the hospital and knew that I would keep him informed if there was any change. It turns out that F-I-L had collapsed in the hallway of his apartment building and was rushed by ambulance to the hospital. He had felt very weak and shaky and it turns out his legs just gave way on him. FIL had not yet seen the Dr. and he was getting very anxious. There he lay in his "Haute Couture aux Hopital" (blue backless gown) and he was moving around like a little boy that has to go pee. And this was exactly the problem....he had to pee. Obviously they weren't letting him out of his hospital bed and he really had to go! I asked a passing Nurse for a solution and she pointed to the sink..WHAT? You want him to pee in the sink? No, apparently they keep the pee bottles under the sink...
I quickly got a pee bottle and handed it to FIL. "Want some help?" "ABSOLUTELY NOT!"
"okay, just thought I'd offer..You know I have seen a penis or two in my day" Shortly I heard a sheepish call for assistance to remove the container and FIL seemed much more relaxed. Lovely Nurse arrived shortly after this to take FIL's blood pressure and was very surprised at the results. 243/94...VERY high! Now I take medication for high blood pressure and I remember when I was at a very bad time and my pressure reached 196/105 that my Dr. wanted to put me in this must be serious! About an hour later the Dr. was finally able to break away from the masses of other sickly people in the Emergency Room (busy place mid-day!) He started by asking questions about medication and symptoms and then he asked FIL to see if he could stand up and walk. FIL slowly slid out of the bed with help from the Nurse and I. Once up on his feet he seemed quite step, two step, three step..down.
Not FIL...his gitch! OMG, LOL...see FIL shuffle, dragging elastic stretched threadbare boxers across the hospital floor to the next cubby where he can release the open backed bluegown, bend over, ass in the wind, pick up threadbare boxers and attempt to replace them on his ass where they clearly should be and retain one ounce of dignity! FIL came out from behind the curtain, gitch in place, gown in hand and without missing a beat continued to explain his previous symptoms to the good Doctor.
I guess when you are that old it takes alot to show that you've been em-bare-assed.
FIL got admitted that night and this morning his blood pressure was still 231/94.
Prayers welcome...more laughs to come!
Tuesday, August 02, 2005

Home Improvements Stage 1

This weekend was a long one for us here in Canada. For many, the goal of the long weekend is to get away from the hectic day to day toils of every day life by packing up and going away to camp or cottage. For others, like me...., we head out to the Home Depot and pick up enough paint and supplies to fill the weekend with work, work and more work! Friday afternoon ended with much excitement, it was Friday after all and it was payday and it was Friday before a 3 day long weekend! All of these things amount to excitement in my book! To make it even more exciting was the sheer pleasure of seeing my husband working his ass off! There is something about seeing a man sweat over the labour inflicted by me that makes me tingle! Friday evening was an evening of rest and relaxation.

Saturday morning we were up early and out the door to buy paint and supplies to complete the renovation on two rooms of the house. Husband insisted the upstairs bathroom would be his starting point....I, however,decided that my dining room was the project that would be of great importance. The room that all visitors would see upon walking in my front door. We arrived at HD and quickly got exactly what was required, after all Aimee and I had preplanned the entire was a matter of where to start. Behr Rug Brown (like melted chocolate for the walls!) for the dining room and Distant Thunder (DARK blue Grey) for the upstairs bathroom. It was decided that both rooms would be accented in Decorator white, something to add crispness and contrast to these dark colours.

Once home, we quickly dove into the home improvement mode and began prepping both rooms, puttying, sanding, taping and primering. So much excitement in the air on the main floor but it was soon overcome by the flooding of moaning and groaning coming from Donk upstairs in the room he WANTED to do first....Bathrooms are difficult, I'll give him that! But dammit, it could have been left for last! That's the way I would have done it, all the rooms that are viewed by visitors and the rooms where we spend the majority of our time, but no....he WANTED the upstairs bathroom. Aimee even offered herself up in sacrifice to help him out and can I tell you he sooooo took advantage of her offer the lazy sod! (so much for fantasies!) Aimee offered herself up to sand walls and cut primer in the upstairs washroom so that husband would do the repair work required on the ceiling in the dining room. guessed it..the moaning and groaning quickly spread. Let's face it Rob is not the handyman type. He'd rather be riding his bike,taking the dog to the leash free zone or drinking beer...nope, not the handyman type. After all was said and done, the ceiling got the repair it required, all the prep work was done and stuff was put away at the end of the day in preparation for actual painting on Sunday. The girls and I treated ourselves to subs and the Drive-in on Saturday night. Rob treated himself to beer and the TV. (his recreation of choice)
Sunday was painting day! Up with the sun, quick coffee and breakfast and the painting began. Rob was in a much better mood, partially because the nasty prep work was done and partially because he was well rested and could see an end in sight. Rob finished his room quickly and was quick to clean up his mess and make plans to invite a friend over to drink more beer and relax in our backyard.
Aimee's boyfriend finished work around 2 and came over to roll the walls in the dining room. He did a fab job! Both rooms are absolutely fabulous!

We finished Sunday off with a BBQ feast (My way of saying THANK YOU for all your help to anyone that helped out!)of Ribs and Chicken.
Monday was spent putting furniture back and cleaning the house...all in all a good productive weekend! I will post pictures when the rooms are totally redecorated with pictures on walls etc...
Next project.....hmmmm, we'll think about that and let you know!