Republicans need to get in my vagina!
Yay for funny people!
Monday, May 21, 2012
Friday, May 18, 2012
Time flies at supersonic speed
Like, speed-of-light speed! How is it possible that the year is almost half over already?!?!?!
Nothing major happening here. We're such bland folks.
Since spring has arrived, complete with Friday 80's and Saturday sky poo, I've started mowing the lawn again (when there's no sky poo on it, of course).
I also got it into my head that I wanted to put a flower garden along the front of the porch. At this point, we have no landscaping done to the front yard, but let's fix that!
So off we went, to burn some money in flowers and dirt. I got only perennials because I don't want to re-plant and re-pay every year for new flower. Without listing the actual scientific names, I can say that I have two species of shooting star (Montana native), some foxglove, and a flower I call honeysuckle because it has nectar you can suck out of the petals. All in the purple color family. So excited for them to all bloom!
Pictures will be posted when that happens....
Not only did we put in a flower garden, but I wanted it to be super pretty. Naturally, this was a pain in the ass.
I wanted to use a rock edging on it. So we went to Lowe's and we went to Home Depot, then we went to Kenyon Noble and came up with....jack shit! Everything I saw was either too big for the little garden or too ugly because it's manufactured "bricks" of stuff. Or both.
I wanted to be able to stack rock. Natural rock.
Thanks to a know-it-all friend, I found a place that sells rocks. Generally for construction and house-building. So my 120 lbs. of rock came to a whopping total of $24. Woo!
I found some beautiful shale in thinner sheets and chunks. Then I broke it down more. Into roughly hand-sized pieces. The result isn't perfect, and will take some tweaking soon, but I love it!
First summer project 50% complete. Now we move on to landscaping around the power boxes at the corner of the property. A nuisance to try to mow around, so we need to find some rocks to plant there.
Next up, another pain in the ass--the ice cream maker.
I have to say, I never thought making an impulse buy at Costco for $20 would cost so much more.
I bought an ice cream maker. I had a brilliant thought that, Hey, I can make my own delicious, organic, healthier-I-hope ice cream/sorbet/frozen yogurt at home!
I bring it home, unpack it, almost beside myself with glee that I can make my own ice cream. The Mister LOVES ice cream in the summer. He gets this ridiculous chocolate and peanut butter concoction from Coldstone, usually by the quart. I'm going to save us so much money!
....or not.
In order to make anything with fruit, I need a food processor to puree it. And then I need a mesh strainer to get the seeds out.
Do I have either a mesh strainer OR a food processor? Of course not!! That would just be too easy!
Instead of spending the money on more stuff, I decide I'll take the ice cream maker back for a refund.
Instead of that happening, the Mister decides we need to go out and get a food processor and mesh strainer. So instead of saving money and getting a decent ice cream maker for $20, we spent an additional $150 getting the other gadgets.
Who needs to save money? That's just silly talk.
Completely off-topic, I did hear this week that the person who replaced me at the former office is quitting. She didn't even last a year.
I wish I could say I was shocked.
Wednesday, April 18, 2012
The Mister
I am a lucky, lucky girl. I tell myself that at least a couple times a week. Not because I'm trying to trick myself into believing it, but because it's true.
I'm married to a truly wonderful man. Yes, he's fucked up, made mistakes, but so have I. I still love him passionately and he, apparently, after knowing me for 13 years, still loves me.
The beginning of our relationship was rocky, an emotional roller coaster (I'm talking Six Flags here, people, not the county fair), but we've since settled into a supportive, encouraging, stable partnership.
He's let me be who I am--let me live with him in Canada with no expectations of getting a job since we were constantly "we'll leave next month", pushed me to finish my college education while working part time, and once he was in a position to support us both, let me know it was ok for me not to work if I didn't want to.
That's the hard part for me: I was raised to believe I was an independent, strong woman who could do it all alone. Then I fell in love and the man I'm with allows me to stay at home if I so wish. And I do wish. I also wish I could get a job in my field, since he really wanted me to finish school.
While I wait for that opportunity, I get to be an at-home wife, cooking and cleaning while he's out working to provide for us. When he comes home at the end of the day, I'm not exhausted from dealing with people all day long (which can be extremely exhausting for introverts) and he can tell me about his day, whether it was good or bad, without me having a negative reaction because of my own shit (like I did when I was at my last job).
I've never had any other romantic relationship, so I don't know how this compares, but to me it feels pretty damn awesome--but that could be because I'm a spoiled little shit.
I'm married to a truly wonderful man. Yes, he's fucked up, made mistakes, but so have I. I still love him passionately and he, apparently, after knowing me for 13 years, still loves me.
The beginning of our relationship was rocky, an emotional roller coaster (I'm talking Six Flags here, people, not the county fair), but we've since settled into a supportive, encouraging, stable partnership.
He's let me be who I am--let me live with him in Canada with no expectations of getting a job since we were constantly "we'll leave next month", pushed me to finish my college education while working part time, and once he was in a position to support us both, let me know it was ok for me not to work if I didn't want to.
That's the hard part for me: I was raised to believe I was an independent, strong woman who could do it all alone. Then I fell in love and the man I'm with allows me to stay at home if I so wish. And I do wish. I also wish I could get a job in my field, since he really wanted me to finish school.
While I wait for that opportunity, I get to be an at-home wife, cooking and cleaning while he's out working to provide for us. When he comes home at the end of the day, I'm not exhausted from dealing with people all day long (which can be extremely exhausting for introverts) and he can tell me about his day, whether it was good or bad, without me having a negative reaction because of my own shit (like I did when I was at my last job).
I've never had any other romantic relationship, so I don't know how this compares, but to me it feels pretty damn awesome--but that could be because I'm a spoiled little shit.
Tuesday, April 03, 2012
Speaking of...
Jobs. A couple months ago, a good friend of mine told me about a job opening that might be coming up this summer--a temporary, full-time position that (I thought she said) had to do with document scanning. In my last two jobs, I've done that. I'm pretty competent at it. So I thought, hey, maybe I should apply for the job. Especially since I know the people in the office and we've worked together in the past.
Then she suggested I contact her co-worker, who was my internship supervisor when I was in school. We had a good working relationship then (and it's how I met my friend), so I e-mailed him today.
...And now I'm freaking out.
It turns out the job is full-time permanent. And, from the bit he mentioned, it's got to do with mapping.
I LOVE maps. Seriously, if I could study a new map every day, it'd be the best thing ever.
But, I was hoping for a part-time job. I'm so fucked up in my head after everything that happened at the former job. I'm afraid of going into another office environment and getting the same treatment from different people. I'm scared that if I stay too long, people will start to get sick of me, act like a bully, or just have a bitchy attitude again.
This time, I know going in, to not pretend to be comfortable talking to people. I don't want people to get offended because I suddenly want to be quiet--I have to be quiet going in.
And the GIS aspect scares the living daylights out of me, because it makes the job something that I probably won't be able to do at all, so, fuck.
So either I can do the job (with help in the beginning) and I'm back in a setting where I'm scared shitless. Or I can't do the job, I'm not qualified enough, so I get turned down, again, for another job.
I'm going to go cry, throw up, or have a panic attack now.
Then she suggested I contact her co-worker, who was my internship supervisor when I was in school. We had a good working relationship then (and it's how I met my friend), so I e-mailed him today.
...And now I'm freaking out.
It turns out the job is full-time permanent. And, from the bit he mentioned, it's got to do with mapping.
I LOVE maps. Seriously, if I could study a new map every day, it'd be the best thing ever.
But, I was hoping for a part-time job. I'm so fucked up in my head after everything that happened at the former job. I'm afraid of going into another office environment and getting the same treatment from different people. I'm scared that if I stay too long, people will start to get sick of me, act like a bully, or just have a bitchy attitude again.
This time, I know going in, to not pretend to be comfortable talking to people. I don't want people to get offended because I suddenly want to be quiet--I have to be quiet going in.
And the GIS aspect scares the living daylights out of me, because it makes the job something that I probably won't be able to do at all, so, fuck.
So either I can do the job (with help in the beginning) and I'm back in a setting where I'm scared shitless. Or I can't do the job, I'm not qualified enough, so I get turned down, again, for another job.
I'm going to go cry, throw up, or have a panic attack now.
Monday, April 02, 2012
A New Start
The Mister got a job, yay!
He's training at the home store on the other side of the hill (mountain pass) for a few weeks, then he'll be working closer to home at a satellite store that's being constructed right now.
After living with him 24/7 for 3 months, I thought for sure that I would have a hard time being by myself again. It was nice to have the time together, but I'm happy he's got a job again because I know it'll help his emotional balance in a way that spending time together couldn't.
While I appear to thrive on time at home, he (as an extrovert) got a lot of enjoyment out of being around people all day. He also feels that he needs to be the provider in our household, so he feels better making a living, too.
Unfortunately, we only have one vehicle, which he obviously has to take while he's training in another town. So I'm homebound again. And hoping that once he gets settled in at the satellite store, I can start chauffeuring him to and from work so I can use the car when necessary. Which I seriously hope isn't too long, because I'd like to get at least a part-time job to help out.
I've found myself somewhat "haunted" by my previous job. I can't seem to move on from the things that were said and done while I was there. My biggest hope is that if I get another job, I can replace those workplace memories that still upset me with new, happier memories.
In the meantime, I get to play the housewife again while my man is out bringing home the bacon.
mmmm, bacon
He's training at the home store on the other side of the hill (mountain pass) for a few weeks, then he'll be working closer to home at a satellite store that's being constructed right now.
After living with him 24/7 for 3 months, I thought for sure that I would have a hard time being by myself again. It was nice to have the time together, but I'm happy he's got a job again because I know it'll help his emotional balance in a way that spending time together couldn't.
While I appear to thrive on time at home, he (as an extrovert) got a lot of enjoyment out of being around people all day. He also feels that he needs to be the provider in our household, so he feels better making a living, too.
Unfortunately, we only have one vehicle, which he obviously has to take while he's training in another town. So I'm homebound again. And hoping that once he gets settled in at the satellite store, I can start chauffeuring him to and from work so I can use the car when necessary. Which I seriously hope isn't too long, because I'd like to get at least a part-time job to help out.
I've found myself somewhat "haunted" by my previous job. I can't seem to move on from the things that were said and done while I was there. My biggest hope is that if I get another job, I can replace those workplace memories that still upset me with new, happier memories.
In the meantime, I get to play the housewife again while my man is out bringing home the bacon.
mmmm, bacon
Thursday, March 15, 2012
Tough Decisions
Do I...get a really cute bag that screams out to me that, oh, you just have to have it because the outside is lovely but it's bigger than I want? Bag screaming "Mel!! Pick me!!"
or
Do I get the practical bag that would be more organized and the right size? Practical, organized Mel
Which, btw, so happy I'm not a shoe or bag or clothing fiend because HOLY HELL some of that shit's stupid expensive. And me being my mother's daughter, I only like the expensive stuff.
I'll stick with my books and occasional Apple products, thank you very much.
If only they could tell me which bag to get....
or
Do I get the practical bag that would be more organized and the right size? Practical, organized Mel
Which, btw, so happy I'm not a shoe or bag or clothing fiend because HOLY HELL some of that shit's stupid expensive. And me being my mother's daughter, I only like the expensive stuff.
I'll stick with my books and occasional Apple products, thank you very much.
If only they could tell me which bag to get....
Thursday, March 08, 2012
3 weeks later....
The country is still debating women's reproductive rights. Ugh.
How about I worry about my uterus and my uterus alone and everyone else can do what they want with theirs?
And if you have a penis instead of a uterus, close your mouth.
Whew, just solved that problem!
Next....
My birthday is in about 11 days. And I want the day to mean something again. I know, as a child, birthdays meant gifts and parties and ponies (ok, maybe no ponies, but you get my point). Years after the giggling girls and painted toenails or whispering silly stories, I'm beyond wanting gifts. However, my birthday should (hopefully) still be important for the people who care about me. It's not like I'm asking for a crazy weekend trip to a far-off destination.
An unexpected phone call, card, or text is lovely. Just to know that you remember me and the one day of the year that is, in a sense, "mine". If I know someone's birthday, I make a big effort to let them know I'm thinking of them on that date, and wishing them well.
If you're close enough to where I am, a hug is the best gift.
In other news....
The Mister is still looking for work. Really REALLY hoping it can be found here because I REALLY really don't want to move. I love the life we have here, even if it means me joining the workforce again.
Thankfully, while he's home, we've really had no major irks or irritations with each other. We're so comfortable around each other, it's odd. Then again, we've never had a particularly volatile relationship.
Amber has an ear infection. Again. I think we're nearing the number 30 here. She hates the ear drops, I hate giving them. Because, first, I have to manage to get Amber to lay down--on the correct side, so I can get the correct ear. This means trying to direct her, which she thinks means "Play, yay!". And when she starts dancing around, Lily really gets going. So when I finally manage to Amber calmed, on her side, and I'm trying to put drops in, Lily is prancing, dancing, and hopping all over the place because Mom's on the floor! Play!
Apparently neither of them have caught on to the habit that when Mom says "ear drops" it doesn't mean the same as "play time".
Oh, to have the seemingly unlimited joy and playfulness of a dog...
And finally....
I haven't run in a few weeks. The shin splints were too painful. I'm disappointed and bummed out, but the weather's been freakishly warm, so I'm hoping to start taking the dogs to the park again. Once everything melts and then dries out, because bringing home muddied dogs ain't my thang.
How about I worry about my uterus and my uterus alone and everyone else can do what they want with theirs?
And if you have a penis instead of a uterus, close your mouth.
Whew, just solved that problem!
Next....
My birthday is in about 11 days. And I want the day to mean something again. I know, as a child, birthdays meant gifts and parties and ponies (ok, maybe no ponies, but you get my point). Years after the giggling girls and painted toenails or whispering silly stories, I'm beyond wanting gifts. However, my birthday should (hopefully) still be important for the people who care about me. It's not like I'm asking for a crazy weekend trip to a far-off destination.
An unexpected phone call, card, or text is lovely. Just to know that you remember me and the one day of the year that is, in a sense, "mine". If I know someone's birthday, I make a big effort to let them know I'm thinking of them on that date, and wishing them well.
If you're close enough to where I am, a hug is the best gift.
In other news....
The Mister is still looking for work. Really REALLY hoping it can be found here because I REALLY really don't want to move. I love the life we have here, even if it means me joining the workforce again.
Thankfully, while he's home, we've really had no major irks or irritations with each other. We're so comfortable around each other, it's odd. Then again, we've never had a particularly volatile relationship.
Amber has an ear infection. Again. I think we're nearing the number 30 here. She hates the ear drops, I hate giving them. Because, first, I have to manage to get Amber to lay down--on the correct side, so I can get the correct ear. This means trying to direct her, which she thinks means "Play, yay!". And when she starts dancing around, Lily really gets going. So when I finally manage to Amber calmed, on her side, and I'm trying to put drops in, Lily is prancing, dancing, and hopping all over the place because Mom's on the floor! Play!
Apparently neither of them have caught on to the habit that when Mom says "ear drops" it doesn't mean the same as "play time".
Oh, to have the seemingly unlimited joy and playfulness of a dog...
And finally....
I haven't run in a few weeks. The shin splints were too painful. I'm disappointed and bummed out, but the weather's been freakishly warm, so I'm hoping to start taking the dogs to the park again. Once everything melts and then dries out, because bringing home muddied dogs ain't my thang.
Thursday, February 16, 2012
so frustrated!
With all of the discussion in the news about the Obama administration putting forth requirements for contraception for women, and all of the backlash from conservative and religious groups, I feel like screaming.
First, there's: Women on panel protest lack of women's opinion in hearing
Hey, I've got an idea--why don't a group of women get together and make plans about how to treat men's health issues. Especially whether their testicles can be cut off, or just force vasectomies on random men. But wait! That's not fair! There's the prostate to worry about, too...
Then there's: This shit-frosted turd cake
Put an aspirin between your knees? Really? Maybe this guy should put some medical studies in front of his eyes.
And if he's going to argue that there's "more important" things going on with the country than sex, he's clearly obtuse. Worrying about the health and well being of the citizens of the country is a job for the leaders, as well as taking care of protecting them and, oh yeah, maybe helping PREVENT unwanted pregnancies for people who are unemployed and can't afford to even take care of their own needs, let alone another person's....
So many people argue that they don't want the government in their bedroom--but isn't that exactly what's happening here? Instead of helping women see to their reproductive needs, conservatives are sticking to the same old abstinence, baby-making is our duty, and sex-is-for-baby-making-in-marriage-only lines.
I'm guessing that means sex, for women, is only supposed to occur in marriage, and then only for procreation. However, if a man has needs before marriage, he's allowed to slut around and be "the man" as much as possible.
Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight.
It seems to me that lately there's been a very obvious, very backwards drive against women's rights from a political party.
Douchebags.
It pisses me off.
If someone took away my option to prevent pregnancy, and I couldn't find a doctor to sterilize myself or my partner because we're "too young" or haven't had enough kids yet (often-cited reasons for refusing sterilization, from what I understand), and I ended up getting pregnant with no option for abortion...I would become another statistic.
I said it.
Some people are meant to be parents, some people would be good parents even if they didn't want to have kids, and some women wouldn't even survive pregnancy with their sanity intact.
First, there's: Women on panel protest lack of women's opinion in hearing
Hey, I've got an idea--why don't a group of women get together and make plans about how to treat men's health issues. Especially whether their testicles can be cut off, or just force vasectomies on random men. But wait! That's not fair! There's the prostate to worry about, too...
Then there's: This shit-frosted turd cake
Put an aspirin between your knees? Really? Maybe this guy should put some medical studies in front of his eyes.
And if he's going to argue that there's "more important" things going on with the country than sex, he's clearly obtuse. Worrying about the health and well being of the citizens of the country is a job for the leaders, as well as taking care of protecting them and, oh yeah, maybe helping PREVENT unwanted pregnancies for people who are unemployed and can't afford to even take care of their own needs, let alone another person's....
So many people argue that they don't want the government in their bedroom--but isn't that exactly what's happening here? Instead of helping women see to their reproductive needs, conservatives are sticking to the same old abstinence, baby-making is our duty, and sex-is-for-baby-making-in-marriage-only lines.
I'm guessing that means sex, for women, is only supposed to occur in marriage, and then only for procreation. However, if a man has needs before marriage, he's allowed to slut around and be "the man" as much as possible.
Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight.
It seems to me that lately there's been a very obvious, very backwards drive against women's rights from a political party.
Douchebags.
It pisses me off.
If someone took away my option to prevent pregnancy, and I couldn't find a doctor to sterilize myself or my partner because we're "too young" or haven't had enough kids yet (often-cited reasons for refusing sterilization, from what I understand), and I ended up getting pregnant with no option for abortion...I would become another statistic.
I said it.
Some people are meant to be parents, some people would be good parents even if they didn't want to have kids, and some women wouldn't even survive pregnancy with their sanity intact.
Monday, February 13, 2012
Random bits & pieces of media
I haven't posted any pics or video of the furkids recently, and since I have a surplus of random pics from the iPhone....
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| Glowing-eyed children at play |
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| Lily takes the "I'm just laying here staring at you innocently" approach...and then.... |
Yes, I realize it looks like Smudge is being cornered & tortured by Lily the bully, but wait until :15. What a tease!
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| Her royal Pudgeness. She likes to sit in unflattering positions for some reason. |
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| Lily holding down my foot, just to make sure it doesn't go anywhere. |
Before you watch the video, be warned: there's cussing (lots of it!) and Lily abusing the Mister. Hence the cussing.
Back in the day, the Mister used to do this with Gunner--hide a toy behind him, or under him, or under a blanket, or in a hard-to-get spot--and tell Gunner to "fetch it up" because Gunner was a game dog.
Unfortunately, Lily doesn't understand the concept of retrieving the toy herself--she just jumps all over the Mister until he gives up and shows it to her.
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| Damage I did to my tongue. I wasn't trying to pierce it, seriously. But I had a very sore tongue for a few days. Biting tongue not recommended. Listen, my life isn't all fuzzy animals and funny Misters. |
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| The freezer full of soups! And wild game meat... |
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| This is the Mister. Shoveling. In shorts. And slippers with socks. I believe he's got a cigarette in his mouth, too. Classy |
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| Driving home in the snow one night, we parked in the garage and I put my hand in the snow on the car hood and went in the house. A few minutes later when I came back out to the garage, I saw the Mister had added his hand. Awww! |
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| Smudge the "cat" helping herself to Amber's food. I'm telling you, she thinks she's a dog. |
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| Amber staring at me. She does this all the time--rests her head on the edge of the coffee table and looks at me with that precious face. Awwww! |
Sunday, February 12, 2012
February
The first few days of February have been frustrating and fun.
Do-it-half-assed-yourself with Mel & Mister!
The Mister and I wanted quieter fans in the bathrooms, since the construction-grade ones that were installed in the house were about as quiet as a drum solo. We could hear them over the shower running.
Since I'd replaced so many switches in the house last year, I felt semi-confident replacing the fans. Since the Mister had re-installed the fan in the guest bath, I felt mostly confident we could replace all of them.
So we attempted to replace one of two in the master bath to start.
The process began with removing the old, noisy fan/light. Not too bad.
But the new fan was bigger. The Mister had to cut a bigger hole in the ceiling.
Then there was the matter of mounting the new fan. Since our attic is terribly difficult to get into, he didn't want to have to go up to try to mount it, especially since it meant I'd have to do work from the bottom that I probably wouldn't do right.
He figured out a magical, half-assed way to "mount" it: use some anchors through the drywall on one side, screw directly into the joist on the other. The fan stayed where it should.
Unfortunately, the damn thing wouldn't work right. Yes, the fan would come on. But only when the lights were off. The lights worked either way. The Mister suspected we needed a switch with more poles on it.
We tried searching the internet, contacting the build website we'd gotten the fans from, and contacting the manufacturer. No answers on the internets, the build website provided some, and the manufacturer knew less about what I was asking than I did, which was extremely frustrating.
After cussing and trying everything he could think of, he finally relented to my suggestion that we call an electrician.
Fortunately, the electrician was out of town for the week. Yes, fortunately.
Because while we waited, we attempted to install the second fan in the master bath. And this one the Mister wired a little differently than the first--and it worked!! Yay!!
So he pulled apart the first one, rewired it, and it worked too! Hallelujah!
By that point, the guest bath fan was no big deal. I had most of the minor install work done by the time he was done cutting the hole in the ceiling, so he basically just wired it, taped it, and tightened some screws.
yay us!
In the past week, we also tried pilates. Since the Mister's doc told him he needs to stretch his hamstrings so they stop pulling his back the wrong way and strengthen his core muscles to support his back better, and I need want to try some no-impact exercise, this fit the bill.
Before we went, the Mister was skeptical. "I don't know if I'm going to really be into this"
Well, ok, but don't go into it thinking you're going to hate it.
So we went. We worked some muscles, built up a light sweat, spent some time together doing something good for us, and the Mister liked it enough that he wants to keep going.
yay me!!
A few days ago, after going to pilates, I started to feel icky. After checking out the tonsils, I discovered ick in them. Tonsillitis (hence the previous post).
I slept, I emergen-c'd, I drank water, I had soup, gargled with salt water, had fruit smoothies, and today I can say I feel 75% better. My one tonsil is still a little swollen, but since I'm feeling better, I imagine it's just a matter of time before it catches up.
Of course, after the first day of me being sick, the Mister started to feel yucky, too.
He's tired, sore, and just blah feeling. Hopefully he'll catch up to me, too.
Today, since I was feeling more energetic, I went to the pet store to get a cable to replace the one Lily broke, from use & cold weather, on Friday. I also managed to find a tug toy that allows me to play with both of them at the same time. They can either tug against each other, or me, and I can tug against both of them at once. win!
yay doggies!
Do-it-half-assed-yourself with Mel & Mister!
The Mister and I wanted quieter fans in the bathrooms, since the construction-grade ones that were installed in the house were about as quiet as a drum solo. We could hear them over the shower running.
Since I'd replaced so many switches in the house last year, I felt semi-confident replacing the fans. Since the Mister had re-installed the fan in the guest bath, I felt mostly confident we could replace all of them.
So we attempted to replace one of two in the master bath to start.
The process began with removing the old, noisy fan/light. Not too bad.
But the new fan was bigger. The Mister had to cut a bigger hole in the ceiling.
Then there was the matter of mounting the new fan. Since our attic is terribly difficult to get into, he didn't want to have to go up to try to mount it, especially since it meant I'd have to do work from the bottom that I probably wouldn't do right.
He figured out a magical, half-assed way to "mount" it: use some anchors through the drywall on one side, screw directly into the joist on the other. The fan stayed where it should.
Unfortunately, the damn thing wouldn't work right. Yes, the fan would come on. But only when the lights were off. The lights worked either way. The Mister suspected we needed a switch with more poles on it.
We tried searching the internet, contacting the build website we'd gotten the fans from, and contacting the manufacturer. No answers on the internets, the build website provided some, and the manufacturer knew less about what I was asking than I did, which was extremely frustrating.
After cussing and trying everything he could think of, he finally relented to my suggestion that we call an electrician.
Fortunately, the electrician was out of town for the week. Yes, fortunately.
Because while we waited, we attempted to install the second fan in the master bath. And this one the Mister wired a little differently than the first--and it worked!! Yay!!
So he pulled apart the first one, rewired it, and it worked too! Hallelujah!
By that point, the guest bath fan was no big deal. I had most of the minor install work done by the time he was done cutting the hole in the ceiling, so he basically just wired it, taped it, and tightened some screws.
yay us!
In the past week, we also tried pilates. Since the Mister's doc told him he needs to stretch his hamstrings so they stop pulling his back the wrong way and strengthen his core muscles to support his back better, and I need want to try some no-impact exercise, this fit the bill.
Before we went, the Mister was skeptical. "I don't know if I'm going to really be into this"
Well, ok, but don't go into it thinking you're going to hate it.
So we went. We worked some muscles, built up a light sweat, spent some time together doing something good for us, and the Mister liked it enough that he wants to keep going.
yay me!!
A few days ago, after going to pilates, I started to feel icky. After checking out the tonsils, I discovered ick in them. Tonsillitis (hence the previous post).
I slept, I emergen-c'd, I drank water, I had soup, gargled with salt water, had fruit smoothies, and today I can say I feel 75% better. My one tonsil is still a little swollen, but since I'm feeling better, I imagine it's just a matter of time before it catches up.
Of course, after the first day of me being sick, the Mister started to feel yucky, too.
He's tired, sore, and just blah feeling. Hopefully he'll catch up to me, too.
Today, since I was feeling more energetic, I went to the pet store to get a cable to replace the one Lily broke, from use & cold weather, on Friday. I also managed to find a tug toy that allows me to play with both of them at the same time. They can either tug against each other, or me, and I can tug against both of them at once. win!
yay doggies!