New windows tomorrow!

I rushed home from work today to let the window man into my place. I decided on new windows before my accident and got a really good deal. I was able to get all new windows in the house, including a bay window in the front, for a fraction of the price. Yeah, down economy!

According to the strange man, my windows will be ordered tomorrow and installed in a couple weeks. The previous windows were really bad. I was watching tv a couple days ago and the window just blew right open. I am so excited to have window that are actually energy effience and look good. *Yeah new windows!*

I plan on having a party to celebrate the new windows, but don't know what the theme will be. Something regarding windows, but what?

"Homer, save me!"

Another benefit from my accident is the time I have spent with my father, Patricia (he told me I could call him what every I wanted, so I picked Patricia).

Patricia came over to fix my front stairs, which have looked confused since I bought the place. Thankfully, my dad has devoted one of his days to helping me with the house and the stairs were first on his list.

I found a lot of gumby Simpson toys at Goodwill so I gave him the 'Special Homer' because it was Homer working in the Spring Field Nuclear Power Plant. I really just wanted to give my dad 'special homer'.

So we jacked the stairs up so they would no longer hurt me (I fell on them earlier in the summer). All the time Patricia kept saying, "give me strength, special Homer."

Things I shouldn't be doing

I moved into my craft room and made the master bedroom into my craft room for more room. More space didn't change much. The place is still a disaster. The fact that I really couldn't sew in my craft room didn't stop me from buying a new, improved dress form for more design projects. However, space did. I ended up having to move my tools out to the living room and work on this dress. I think it turned out kind of ok after some tweaking and tailoring. The two lessons I learned was I need to stand up more and my new dress form comes with a hem gauge, but it doesn't tell you how short it will be.

Unexpected yard work

My yard has gone to hell. Really, just gone to hell. My yard is sitting down there with Hitler, Satan and Barney talking about the weather. The reason: I can't spend a lot of time outside without making my scar even more noticeable. This has lead to my co-workers telling people I am a vampire (when asked, it is not a new development. Rather, it happened about 300 years ago, so I guess it is a new development in vampire years).

I woke up super early to people working outside. I was pissed and going to egg the neighbor responsible. However, I was lazy so I just got ready for work. Later that day, Holly texted me to tell me CenterPoint came to the door, asking to come in. They were working on the gas line and didn't bother to tell me before hand. Holly told them the owner was at work and she was the roommate.

I called and called and called, but didn't get an answer. The next day I stayed home for a while to see if they would come. They did not. Finally I got a hold of the foreman’s number and told him I was the owner and wanted to know what was going on. He called back and said he couldn't give me any information until he could talk to the owner. He said, "I would be happy to talk to him, but he needs to call me." That is when I reminded him that I was the owner and he got all flustered. Oh memories. Memories of buying the house and all the people telling me they could wait until my husband showed up.

It turned out my address just turned up as being next on the block for new pipes. They were old and needed to be replaced.

Tile job

My back hall was is done, but it might be the most expensive tile job in the history of tile jobs due to the medical bills. It started off as a simple project that turned into something so much more.

I started using tile I bought for the bathroom. My dad talked me out of putting tile down because we would probably have to gut the entire room before I sell the place. I measured and had enough for the space. However, I did not account for me getting mad and going 'smashy smashy' when I could not get a cut right.

The first attempt was a total fail. I ran out of tile and they no longer carried it at Home Depot. I tried to match it, but the difference in color would kill me, even though it is in the closet.

Attempt two started off good. I bought new tile that I liked and there was a large stock at Menards (I got mad at Home Depot. They pay their employees less and Menards offers health insurance to all full-time employees.) Then I ran into the corners that needed a special cut. The cutting thingy (technical term) I bought sucked and I was running into the same 'smashy smashy' problem from before.

To avoid going back to the hospital from this project, I called my mom and she brought over all her tools. It made the project so much easier, but she also brought over a bottle of booze so we got very little done. One more weekend of work and I was finished. It looks so pretty and I literally put my blood, sweat and tears into it.