How to replace a deck in 13,000 painful steps (part 2)
Whoo Hoo! Memorial Day Weekend! THREE full days of productivity on the deck project.
SHIT
~Rain Delay~
Too slippery and seriously cold to do anything at all.
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Whoo Hoo! Memorial Day Weekend! THREE full days of productivity on the deck project.
SHIT
~Rain Delay~
Too slippery and seriously cold to do anything at all.
Here's the scene tonight at bedtime:
Me: "Sebastian, I have an idea. Why don't you take your dinosaur and blanket and hop into bed. I'll come and rub your back."
Sebastian: "Okay" [He run/hop/skips over to the bed, dinosaur and blanket in tow and climbs into bed.]
Sebastian: "Momma, I have idea too."
Me: "You do, huh?"
Sebastian: "Yeah. Where's idea?" [he sits up in bed and looks around the room]
Me: [laughing] "You can't see an idea, sweetie. An idea is in your head."
Sebastian: "Momma, get idea out. [grabs hair] I wanna see it."
Me: "An idea is pretend, you can't see it or hear it or smell it."
Sebastian: "Oh, okay. Momma you have idea, I have idea."
Yep.
The Deck of Terror (bwhahaha!) must go. It's a hazard, Sebastian is curious about the "scary deck" and we can't use the stairs to get out of the house in case of fire. It's original to the house, so it's now 20 years old. 20 years of neglect. Ugh.

(Who in the hell thinks that a piece of plywood is an acceptable landing for a flight of stairs? Honestly.)

(Note the 15' drop and the obvious lack of railing)
Time for a retrofit. You think?
Intital steps:
It's official
GINGER IS FAT FAT FAT.
I knew she was getting chubby. I knew that Sebastian was raiding the dog treat cabinet and giving her treats. But come on!!
Scale at the vet says that she's 94 lbs. That's 94 lbs. of lap dog.
Diet starts tomorrow morning. Is there an Atkins plan for canines?
First off: thank you to everyone who came to the cinco de mayo/Sunny fete on Friday. It was a blast.
My birthday is a time of reflection for me. This year i thought to myself, "Where did my 20's go? I'm starting to feel old. I see the time I've wasted more and more each day. And who in the hell is Deathcab for Cutie?"
Without going into too much detail, this has been the most stressful year of my life. Those of you who know me well, know that I've struggled, that I've had a very difficult time, that I'm pulling out of it and am a much happier, increasingly well-adjusted, and aware human being - even during the times when I cry on your shoulders, I realize I'm in a much better place. You've seen me happy and even ecstatic and you've seen me in very low places. But you've seen me and that's what counts.
Thank you for being there for me. It means the world to me.
What I want to do for the year.
I've missed a lot of these things in my life and they must return.
My birthday is in May. Nikki's birthday is in March.
Nikki called to pass along your birthday wishes - even though you bestowed them on the wrong daughter.
Thanks for the Birthday wishes (I won't hold it against you until next year). ;-)
New look and feel!
New look and feel!
Feel free to post your comments.
(thanks, Matt for the valuable feedback!)
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Lay in bed, stare at the ceiling. Can't sleep yet.
Enough! Monkey's, go to bed!
(Envision an empty movie theatre with no one in it. i'm all alone staring at the white, blank screen. Sit peacefully and absorb the silence.)
Good-bye daily show theme song, good-bye work worries, good-bye friend problems.
Good Night.