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A place where I can bitch about life's daily hiccups and keep my sanity, without annoying everyone around me. Fair enough?

Location: The armpit of Canada, Canada

I'm a 31 year old woman who is fed up with the way things are progressing in the world. I have opinions on everything, and I'm not afraid to voice them. I'm old, I'm jaded, so sue me...

Tuesday, May 02, 2006

It's OK to live like a refugee...

So long as it's not me doing it!
As some of you know, we are in the midst of our long awaited renovations. For those of you that have ever thought of doing something like this, take my advice. It would be better to just light a match, claim the insurance money and build a NEW FUCKING HOUSE!
Where do I start? How about last week, when my very capable ( and I mean this sincerely) husband started ripping out drywall and ceiling in our 1920's built home. You can just imagine the shit that came raining down. Every sort of woodchip imaginable, not to mention some 1933 magazines, and the best of all, a handbag that was doubling as insulation. What the fuck did people think back then? "Hey, I don't use this purse anymore, rather than throw it away, let's just stick it in a wall and see what happens..." I mean, did someone honestly think that a device commonly used to carry a wallet and lipstick would protect against the elements? Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck.
Next, once the house was covered in a layer of dust, I tried to make some headway and actually clean up a little, and was told not to bother. I should have listened, because with yesterday's rain, my house is now one big mud slick. Guys, would it be too much trouble to take off your shoes when you come in the house? It's never going to be the same. My carpets are total garbage fodder now, and the floors, don't even get me started. I'll be lucky if I can get the ground in mud off the laminate sometime this year.
The topper is the fact that we have been without power since yesterday morning, due to our needing to increase our Hydro service. If this wasn't bad enough, I get home to find out that the water heater has decided to take a crap and no longer works. It just gets better and better.
I guess the end result justifies the means, but God help me, if it doesn't, you'll find me at the store, buying matches...


Blogger Greg said...

I that it was common in the "dirty 30's" to pretty much use anything in housing for insulation to save money...

I don't think I'll recognize your place next I show up. I'm still trying to decided about July.... but I might do it.

1:55 PM  

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