Unnatural Castastrophes

It seems I'm plagued with bizarre home repair issues in my rental history. The water heater that rusted out and sent a slow puddle across the kitchen floor (yes, the water heater had pride of place in that kitchen right next to the sink), the gas heater that would never stay lit, the bathtub with no shower/faucet, bats in the shed attic, and our latest - some moron who cut thru the tile in the shower to insert a ceramic soap holder that fell out the other day because of improper workmanship.

And nearly took out the husband's foot, who was in the shower at the time. (Ladies, you all know how things like that go over.)

And can we find a replacement? Oh no. Have we come to the realization that the tiles are also shoddily glued on? Oh yes. Do we want to call the property manager? Definitely not. Her fix-it guy has to be seventy and as frail as a toothpick. And I have the sneaking suspicion he's of the class of gents that uses duct tape and superglue and calls it good. Not quality repair, in other words.

How do we get this weird stuff? Why can't it be something I can fix ON MY OWN? You know, door hinges, clogged drains, that kind of thing.

*sigh*

Time to surf the net for a soap holder.

Nagging Me

Myself is nagging me to sit down and write something. Anything. Just write. Take an idea and run. And instead?

I'm Cat Waxing.

And everything else but actually opening the word processor. I think I'm a bit intimidated by it all but the compulsion is getting harder and harder to ignore.

And That's the Last of It

No more moving stuff. That's the last of it. Thank the Gods. I don't think I could handle anything else. Anyway, even the boy has decided that we need to do a garage sale. Ya think?

Anyway, the shed's full, the small shed is full, the house is full. Good grief.

And I've been having a hilarious time watching the original Iron Chef. The subs are so funny. The husband is also eating up the bandwidth watching the Office.

Mmmm...rice. Gotta go now. Nom, nom, nom.

Hermes, Fair, Birthday

It's all good. This month I'm studying up on Hermes, making a moving trip to and from the mothership's, while I'm there I'll be hitting the fair and my birthday is also that week.

It is going to be interesting if nothing else. :) Unpaid vacation during inventory= I don't even mind I'm not getting paid because I've heard...stories. I'm glad to be gone.

Big Move, Round 2, FIGHT!

OMG. Another "you haul it yourself" truck with money I don't have to pick up stuff I have no room for. Oh god, what was I thinking? And it's bugger-all kinds of hot here, how's your weather?