This absolutely frustrates me beyond rationale thought......even more so because there is NOTHING that I can do about it.
Sorry....politics and all.
http://www.latimes.com/news/nationworld/politics/la-na-budget14nov14,1,2302150.story?coll=la-news-politics-national&track=crosspromo
I will return you to your normal fuzz.
MichChick
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
Monday, November 12, 2007
A little remodel
The Mister and I have embarked on a long overdue remodeling of our money-pit we lovingly call “home”.
I inherited this little beauty two years ago when I said, “I do” with the Mister and have been in denial ever since. I love my husband like crazy and within him, I have much pride….but his color choices, decorating style, and general home upkeep equate that of a college frat house.
I don’t know….maybe I thought that if I wished magic home repairing elves into existence, that one day I could wake up to a nicely refurbished home with little thought or effort on my part. Those little bastards never materialized.
Maybe….just maybe…I believe that men are born with some kind of genetic code that drives them to home repair and that the Mister would spring from bed one Saturday morning with his tool belt already in place and “wow” my inner chick.
Maybe…just maybe….I thought that nagging the paint off of the walls would guilt him into action just to get me to shut up.
Maybe…just maybe…I have no earthly clue on how men really work and should go take a class in Men 101.
What I ended up doing was starting the project myself, and I will assume that it was the sheer fear of me screwing something up that eventually drove him into action.
I will assume it is because I have no problem using a butter knife in place of a screwdriver or the frying pan as a hammer that makes him flinch.
Regardless, the ball has begun to roll. Amen. Halleluiah. Bless You. Gods Speed.
This past weekend we spent from sun up until sun down refinishing the wood floors in one of the kid’s rooms. Nasty, dirty and labor intensive little job that is, but the floors look remarkable.
We also spackled, sanded, primered and painted the ceiling and walls, put in a new ceiling fan, yanked out the windows to be washed and reset and will hang new closet and interior doors this weekend.
Needless to say, I can barely move today and my overall home looks like a bomb went off in every single room….but the satisfaction and excitement over finally getting it going is pay off enough.
Tomorrow I will post pictures of the new room. Unfortunately I was not smart enough to be the before shots, so they will likely not impress you.
MichChick
I inherited this little beauty two years ago when I said, “I do” with the Mister and have been in denial ever since. I love my husband like crazy and within him, I have much pride….but his color choices, decorating style, and general home upkeep equate that of a college frat house.
I don’t know….maybe I thought that if I wished magic home repairing elves into existence, that one day I could wake up to a nicely refurbished home with little thought or effort on my part. Those little bastards never materialized.
Maybe….just maybe…I believe that men are born with some kind of genetic code that drives them to home repair and that the Mister would spring from bed one Saturday morning with his tool belt already in place and “wow” my inner chick.
Maybe…just maybe….I thought that nagging the paint off of the walls would guilt him into action just to get me to shut up.
Maybe…just maybe…I have no earthly clue on how men really work and should go take a class in Men 101.
What I ended up doing was starting the project myself, and I will assume that it was the sheer fear of me screwing something up that eventually drove him into action.
I will assume it is because I have no problem using a butter knife in place of a screwdriver or the frying pan as a hammer that makes him flinch.
Regardless, the ball has begun to roll. Amen. Halleluiah. Bless You. Gods Speed.
This past weekend we spent from sun up until sun down refinishing the wood floors in one of the kid’s rooms. Nasty, dirty and labor intensive little job that is, but the floors look remarkable.
We also spackled, sanded, primered and painted the ceiling and walls, put in a new ceiling fan, yanked out the windows to be washed and reset and will hang new closet and interior doors this weekend.
Needless to say, I can barely move today and my overall home looks like a bomb went off in every single room….but the satisfaction and excitement over finally getting it going is pay off enough.
Tomorrow I will post pictures of the new room. Unfortunately I was not smart enough to be the before shots, so they will likely not impress you.
MichChick
Friday, November 2, 2007
Wisdom in tight places
Submitted by: Hick With Class
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A Message by George Carlin:
The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings but
shorter tempers, wider Freeways , but narrower viewpoints.
We spend more, but have less, we buy more, but enjoy less. We have bigger houses and smaller families, more conveniences, but less time.
We have more degrees but less sense, more knowledge, but less judgment, more experts, yet more problems, more medicine, but less wellness.
We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom.
We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often.
We've learned how to make a living, but not a life. We've added years to life not life to years. We've been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbor.
We conquered outer space but not inner space. We've done larger things, but not better things.
We've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul.
We've conquered the atom, but not our prejudice. We write more, but learn less. We plan more, but accomplish less. We've learned to rush, but not to wait.
We build more computers to hold more information, to produce more copies than ever, but we communicate less and less.
These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion, big men and small character, steep profits and shallow relationships.
These are the days of two incomes but more divorce, fancier houses, but broken homes. These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway morality, one night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer, to quiet, to kill.
Remember to spend some time with your loved ones, because they are not going to be around forever.
Remember to say a kind word to someone who looks up to you in awe, because that little person soon will grow up and leave your side.
Remember to give a warm hug to the one next to you, because that is the only treasure you can give with your heart and it doesn't cost a cent.
Remember to say, "I love you" to your partner and your loved ones, but most of all mean it. A kiss and an embrace will mend hurt when it comes from deep inside of you.
Remember to hold hands and cherish the moment for someday that person will not be there again.
Give time to love, give time to speak! And give time to share the precious thoughts in your mind.
AND ALWAYS REMEMBER:
Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the
moments that take our breath away.
-George Carlin
***************************************
A Message by George Carlin:
The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings but
shorter tempers, wider Freeways , but narrower viewpoints.
We spend more, but have less, we buy more, but enjoy less. We have bigger houses and smaller families, more conveniences, but less time.
We have more degrees but less sense, more knowledge, but less judgment, more experts, yet more problems, more medicine, but less wellness.
We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom.
We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often.
We've learned how to make a living, but not a life. We've added years to life not life to years. We've been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbor.
We conquered outer space but not inner space. We've done larger things, but not better things.
We've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul.
We've conquered the atom, but not our prejudice. We write more, but learn less. We plan more, but accomplish less. We've learned to rush, but not to wait.
We build more computers to hold more information, to produce more copies than ever, but we communicate less and less.
These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion, big men and small character, steep profits and shallow relationships.
These are the days of two incomes but more divorce, fancier houses, but broken homes. These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway morality, one night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer, to quiet, to kill.
Remember to spend some time with your loved ones, because they are not going to be around forever.
Remember to say a kind word to someone who looks up to you in awe, because that little person soon will grow up and leave your side.
Remember to give a warm hug to the one next to you, because that is the only treasure you can give with your heart and it doesn't cost a cent.
Remember to say, "I love you" to your partner and your loved ones, but most of all mean it. A kiss and an embrace will mend hurt when it comes from deep inside of you.
Remember to hold hands and cherish the moment for someday that person will not be there again.
Give time to love, give time to speak! And give time to share the precious thoughts in your mind.
AND ALWAYS REMEMBER:
Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the
moments that take our breath away.
-George Carlin
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