At least to me it is. I want my carpet in the living room out and wood in. I HATE carpet. Yea, I do really HATE it enough to put it in all caps. If you could see my face, carpet give me angry eyes and I clench my teeth together a little harder than necessary and I just cringe all over. So much ICK hides in carpet. And no matter how much you vaccum, its still there, waiting for little finger to come find it.
I know how to instal a floor. Roman and I did one together in Colorado. Really, not that bad. Not my favorite thing to do on a weekend, but overall, not that bad. Roman and I both hate paying some else to do what we can, but he's not here and I'm not sure I really want to take on a task like this alone. So, we're talking and I told him I'm gathering estimates, no I'm not doing it right away, need the cash on had to do that, but I am still getting an idea! He says just wait and I'll do it when I get home. But he doesn't realize how many plates have been spilled on this floor since he left. How many times Alysa has run from a room becasue she KNEW she wasn't supposed to take food in there and now the spagetti sauce is dying the cream carpet and ugly orange. So he throws out a number for installation and I say maybe I'll just do it myself. He says I need anew blade on the saw, just wait till I get home.
Well, I hate carpet and I also hate people telling me not to do something. Like needing a new blade can keep me from doing the floor. I can always get help from my friendly neighbor hood lowes or home depot when I go shop for the blade, dah! Telling me not to do it is almost like a dare, but do I really want to do it. Maybe I should go floor shopping and see if I can find anything I like.
I know how to remove carpet
I know how to shop for floor and to get everything that goes with it
I know how to use a saw
I know how to measure and stagger the floor
I know how to remove trim and number it so I can re-install it later
But do I really want to!
On to other news, more than a whole month has passed, not just 4 weeks, but a whole Calendar month. Three more and a lil extra to go. Anyone who wants to send mail or care packages, let me know and I can get you the address. Just please, if you're gonna send food, make sure its the pop in the microwave, already in a dish, off the shelf, not gonna spoil kind. Oh, and no ba-chi-a-bow-bow movies or magazines. The GIs can get in trouble for having it...
The kids are still doing good. I think Alysa and Ethan are both rebelling, now that they have realized that dad won't be home right away. They are driving me nuts. Fighting every littel thing. I'm trying not to beat them and realize that they are just upset, miss Daddy and need a hug. The joys of being a military family.
My poor trash man is going to hate me tomorrow. I have SO much stuff to go to the road. I clean some of the basement, got rid of all broken toys and games with missing peices. Trashed all forms of clothing I won't let the kids wear in public anymore. Cleaned the garage of play toys that have seen better days and stuff the animals have chewed up in thier boredom. We have a ton of stuff to go up to the road.
I did my first pet only photo shoot. Poor little kitty had been through some trying times before i got there so her usaully playful mood was no where in sight an dmost of the pic she looked qite grumpy. But over allI think it was a success. For a cat who just laid there and looked away from the camera, we got some pretty shots. there were lots more, but without resizing them, this is what you get here.
Depending on cash flow, some of you may be seeing us over the holidays. No promises. I know we're hoping to go see Chuckles for turkey day at his house. Other than that, depending on the schedules and money I know it would be nice to take the kids visiting, something to fill the empty time.
Anyways! I wrote enough to last a few days I think! Have a safe week!
Sara
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