Caulk This

I write this while drinking a martini. I need that martini.

For the last 6 hours I have been working in the bathrooms. DAMN BATHROOMS. The main one that needs to be gutted, needed one last caulk job before we rip that mofo apart next year. Next week the diverter and a possible stem gets replaced in the tub fixtures. I suspect the grout is gone on that bathroom tile as the old caulk was wet behind it as I pulled it off. That's what you get when you hire a tile guy whose right hand man is a druggie (we didn't know this until almost the last day).

I am so sick of that bathroom I very nearly took a sledgehammer to it today. In due time, in due time.

In the other bathroom, we have a shower that we never use. We use the bathtub, well I use the bathtub, but for some reason we have never used the shower. In order to have a shower when the main bathroom is undergoing a makeover, I had to make that bathroom waterproof, ie do some caulking.

That bathroom hasn't been recaulked since we have lived in the house. That's been, brace yourself, 16 plus years. The last time it was caulked was circa 1970. The remaining caulk is like cement. That it it like cement is the reason I haven't tackled the job. And because I am allergic to most everything, I can't use any chemical softeners. I have to power that mofo off with sheer brute force.

Prepare yourselves for a whiny post next week bout how sore I am from chiseling that "caulk" off the tiles.

And if all that wasn't enough, the biggest roach I have ever seen in my life, at least 4 maybe 5 inches long, was mocking me in one of the bathrooms. I don't do flying roaches. Husband wasn't here. I was screaming and my heart rate was elevated to unsafe levels, so I did the only thing I knew to do. I put the long attachment on the shop vac and sucked him into oblivion. Then rushed the vac into the garage. Have the mercies.

AND if that wasn't enough, while I was using said shop vac earlier, I heard a low rumbling, felt it actually, and then an ear-splitting roar of what I thought were the pipes about to explode, so I literally ran from the bathroom and right out the front door, heart pounding and WTFing all over the place. Turns out the air base is having an airshow tomorrow and the elite F-22's are here. They were buzzing the neighborhoods (you know, like they scare you at airshows coming out of nowhere...) and it scared me witless. Neighbors had a good laugh as they were outside and aware of what was happening.

Hence the drink. It's been a long day.

But underneath all of that, I do love some DIY. Even if it is obliterating 1970's caulk.

Onw Week!

One More Week! I can't believe we are one week out from the marathon.

Husband is ready. I am ready. But we are both having injury issues. Go read about it HERE.

Don't forget to kiss our boo-boos and make it all better.

ONE WEEK!

Happy BIRFDAY WEEK to me!

The Paper loves that I asked you guys about what you like to read. They want me to start as soon as I want to start, but given the marathon blog and the other stuff that fills my life right now, I gave them a December 1st start date. Seems reasonable, right?

When they asked about the content I proposed to write about I said, " Erma Bombeck meets Pioneer Woman meets Lucille Ball meets Calamity Jane." Husband said, You sent them that?! They won't know who Pioneer Woman is..."

Who else loves it that he knows who she is?!

But yes, I sent them that. And as of this morning, they love it. Want me writing it now.

I definitely decided to leave Wonk where it is. Very different tone, very different feel, very personally mine. I need the freedom to say what I think without a censor or worrying about the kiddies that might accidentally stumble on those naughty sailory words as they read the other blogs (ok, now I am pushing reality. i don't know of any kiddies that read newspaper sites) Maybe in time the two shall meld, but as I start this new blog, I gotta ease my way on down the road.

In a weird segue, unofficially this is BIRFDAY WEEK! and I meant to come here every day and break down my years for your pointing and laughing enjoyment, BUT I have been a busy gal. The weird thing is I asked Husband what he was gonna get me every day leading to THE BIG DAY and of course he shrugged me off, laughed, but totally blew me off.

Surprisingly, The Universe heard I wanted a small gift everyday and has complied. WHAT?!

Monday: Per Boy's instructions (momma loves her sweet bunny!) to call Logitech to tell them my sad tale of woe about my dying mouse, and to check if my system was under warranty, they sent me a new, upgraded, UBERcool wireless keyboard and mouse! The MK 700 (retails for $99). Holy crap, I am in love. It's shorter and tighter and that mouse can scroll! Happy BIRFDAY WEEK to me!

Tuesday: Husband had an excellent report from one of the docs that he meet during the horrible spring incident (we call it what it is, just not on the interwebs). Excellent. Happy BIRFDAY WEEK to me! And the report was made sweeter because of a frightening (to us pts-ers) incident last week. I knew that I was anxious going into the docs office (please let all be well), and I was armed with Joy-Bella's nursing assurances (whom I trust explicably), BUT I had no idea just how strongly my body was struggling. To make a long embarrassing story short, I had to put my head between my knees so I wouldn't pass out, and that was after I stripped off clothing as I grew hotter and hotter and hotter. But, I didn't pass out. I held it together and gave Husband something to laugh at and cut the tension as we waited. Whatever it takes Big Man. I'm just looking out for you....

Wednesday: Blog Approved! Complimentary words thrown my way! Happy BIRFDAY WEEK to me!

As you can see, The Universe has been very good to me this week. Can't wait to see what the next 4 days brings.

Thanks again to all who played along in my quest of finding the right content for the new blog. Momma loves all of you too!

~ twirly swirly dancing ~ Wheeeeeeee!!!!!

Countdown Begins...

10 Miler Pictorial HERE!!!!! Three weeks to go....

Teh News

I have been asked to write a solitary blog, a spin off if you will from the marathon blog, for The Express News. It's all a bit hush-hush until November, but the important thing is they have asked.

The twist is they want me to suggest the theme of the blog.

Oy.

Since it's a family paper, no cursing allowed, although I can talk of drinking. Who knew?!

A theme? As if my life has a theme?

Cake baking? Shopping Dynamo? Empty-nester? Entrepreneur? Life wrangler? Blogger? Involved Mommy? Pesky M-I-Ler? DIYer? Husband Persuader?

WHAT?!

Gots Me a Boo

Oh have the mercies, I haves me a BOO. A running BOO. A stop-me-in-my-tracks BOO.

Read all about it HERE.

The game is ON. I have seen worse than this. I have the pictures to prove it.

Remember this:




Or this:



That's right injuries, you are no match for me. I eat injuries like you for lunch. Well, not really, I kinda prefer something with a little crunch...

So, go on. Click over and kiss my Boo.

Music of our lives

You get another running blog HERE!

I know how you love them (you hate them).

I know how you love to leave me loves (feh, you are lukewarm).

I know you can't wait for this running/walking mumbo-jumbo TO END ALREADY (this one is actually true).

But, I also know cause you do support me, that you will, grudgingly, go and have a look, maybe even leave me a comment. Will it help you to know the subject matter is music? WILL IT?!

Gosh.