Shameless hussy...

Heelllooooo.


Do I know you?


Oh, tee hee, you're too kind...


Oh no! My boyfriend's coming!


Whaddya say you and me go find a trash can to dig in....

Time to play .. the crying game.

This game starts when all of the home repair snafus happen dangerously close to the estrogen-spiked time of the month known as PMS.... and I try not to cry.
So far the score is Me: 3; crying: 0
(I'm apparently a formidable opponent ....)
First challenge: Up until midnight trying to finish plumbing work. It began when I got home at 4 p.m., changed into old clothes and crawled under the house with Nathan to finish laying pipe, yes, laying pipe. It was dirty, dirty business....
Outcome: Not really sad, just extremely tired.
Second challenge: Woke up six hours later. Still haven't showered but sprayed myself down with some lavender body spray...forgot deodorant, which hopefully won't matter because I'm still wearing yesterday's application. No, wait, I think I forgot yesterday, too. Went outside in 30 degree weather to turn the water on to the house at the street. (And yes, I AM the best wife ever...) Long story short: Pipe outside comes unconnected. No running water in the house. Don't pass go, do not eat breakfast, collect toothbrush and face wash and go straight to work..
Outcome: Misty-eyed but more pissed off and uncomfortably dirty than anything else.
Third challenge: Head to work. No parking spots, have to park a block farther away than usual. Get to work, wash face and brush teeth. Sit down at desk. Computer won't turn on. This is it. Final straw. I'm here and I'm late, but I can't work because my damn computer won't come on! I'm ready to have someone push me out the window.
Outcome: Very nearly lost this one. Called the techie's downstairs and managed to not break down. Felt like SUCH a girl. Then felt like even more of a silly-headed girl when all he did was jiggle a cord under the desk.

Heave, ho!

Fun with props: If I had photo editing capabilities. I'd put the word, "DRAMATIZATION" across the bottom of the photo. It's just screaming for it.
See mom, I do love the gift you brought me from Hawaii.... it's our weight room mascot. Never made it to the dashboard, kept thinking I might get a new car someday then where would ol 'aloha hang 10 dude' be?

Water, water everywhere

This was our backyard in the great flood of January '07.
See that brown pallet-box thingy in the middle? That's our compost heap. Won't be throwing out any eggshells or apple cores until that goes down ....