| | I got my new keyboard in the mail on Saturday. I installed it that night. CCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCC of course I was battling browser crashes and kids so I'm way behind in damn near everything.
Saturday I went out to Lowe's and got a dehumidifier for the basement and blinds for my bedroom, the kids bedroom and for the bathroom. I installed the ones in the kids room with minimal problems. I broke the damn drill bit off in the moulding installing the one in my room that faces the road. I was using the thinnest bit just to make it easier for me to screw the brackets in place. There was nothing I could do about it, so I now have a piece of metal in there to show off my unsteadiness and lack of talent.
Window overlooking the driveway:
And the window on the front of the house:
And of course... the one in my room that I did. The shiny thing on the right is the drill bit. I had to drill another hole and then screw the bracket in on a slight angle because I couldn't get the damn bit out.
I have to move a sewing machine (in a cabinet) a quilt rack, a ton of clothes and unfinished sewing projects to get to the side window in my bed room. So that one still isn't done. I decided to hang the one in the bathroom next. I measured the windows before I picked up the blinds... even double checked. The window opening in the bathroom is 29" .. so I got a 29" blind. I installed the hardware which was a pain in the ass because the wood is old and some of it was splintered off and it was a narrow strip to begin with. I stick the blind in the holders and it's too loose. WTF?? So I remeasured the window opening... 29" ... and I checked the size on the box... 29" ... measured the blind .... 28.75" I was NOT happy. I was doing this at midnight of course. I always seem to be doing projects in the middle of the night instead of sleeping like a normal person.
So we trekked back out to Campbellsville on Sunday to take the blind back. I told them to take the hardware out of the box I was getting because it was a bitch to put the stuff up... I wasn't about to take the stuff down. So... I got a 30" blind for the 29" window opening. Got home and went to stick it in there. ... Of course it's just a teensy bit too big. BUT... I found an easy solution for thet. There was a plastic end piece/cap on one side. I just took that off and it *just* fit in there.
Yay me!!! Right?? Well... sort of. But since it's me doing this... you know I'll screw it up some how. And how indeed!!! I shortened it by about 20" (took out 10 2" slats) and it was still longer than the window. But I figured.. hey .. better too long than too short. Right? Well...I had the blind up and the outrageously long cords were getting in the way of everything. So I had Kendall hand me my scissors and I hastily chopped the pull cords to a 'reasonable length'.
And then..... It dawned on me... I had the blind fully raised when I did that!!! It was supposed to be fully lowered! FUCK!!! So I let the blind down to see how bad I had screwed it up. It came 3" from the sill. fuck Fuck FUCK!!!! I then played with the cords some more and got it reallllly close .. I just needed to do a little surgery on the cords. One started to slip through the mechanism so I quickly scooped up the blind and took it down. I laid it on my bedroom floor so I could deal with it later... when I wasn't so pissed at it.
The next day Kendall picked the blind up off the floor asking me why I didn't have the blind up yet! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!! Imagine a cartoon ... where the little cut end of the cord I could see, winks and waves goodbye as it zips through all of the hardware laughing and undoing itself. .. That's what I saw in my head. The damn blind is still on the floor in my bedroom. I'm still annoyed at myself for cutting the damn cords too short... my own damn fault. In case you haven't noticed.. yes, there was a LOT of cursing this week.
Wednesday I grilled some Rib Eye steaks I picked up on sale. Kendall and Andrew declared them "Ickky" and had cereal for dinner instead. Damn brats!
Here comes Thursday.. Yay!!!.. another week closer to when school starts back...
Nicholas pitches yet another fit in the library over lunch. I'm ready to beat the hell out of him for his behavior all week. Cathy brought the poodles in to town for grooming and had a hair appointment for herself. There was a car swap and she took the Saturn and I and the kids ( .. to an extent) were cleaning out the Thunderbird. The T-bird is an automatic.... with a nice W I D E brake pedal. I took it around the block instead of backing it into the driveway. Well, I damn near gave the kids whiplash at the end of South Forest. I was easing down on the brake pedal... and then shoved the 'clutch' to the floor. ... Small problem .... it wasn't the clutch... it was the really wide brake pedal.. and the brakes work VERY well. Whoopsie!! I also patched up two pairs of pants in there too.
I started laughing and the kids were mad at me because I 'did that on purpose'. Nope.. I was laughing because I remember the first time I drove an automatic.... It was Grandma Lynes' car... she was drunk (imagine that!) and need to get bread at Cumberland Farms. Why she couldn't get it anywhere else I'll never know. Maybe other places didn't tolerate her squashing the loaves of bread 'testing for freshness'. I guess I had had my license for at least a year.. since her car wasn't a farm registered vehicle. I kept stomping on that damn 'clutch' all the way to and from the store. I remember her telling me "Oh you drive so nicely!" A compliment from her was rare... but she was drunk.. So I guess my stomping on the brake paired well with the world spinning from her drunkenness. She probably didn't even know who was driving either.
So, I bust out laughing thinking of that "Oh you drive so nicely!!" moment and the kids are mad because they think I'm trying to get the stuff off the back shelf to hit them in the head. I keep telling them I hate stuff up there and to keep it off of there. I've klonked Nicholas on the head a few times with his damn Harry Potter book. The first time was not on purpose... the rest of the times.. well... not so much an accident.
Back to the car cleaning... Nicholas was being a snot and flinging water and generally not helping. So when Cathy came back. He didn't get to go with her to see the new goat. He was PISSED. I drug him around with me.. we went to the bank, paid rent, water, garbage. He sat in the car and pouted the entire time, occasionally screaming at me and kicking the seat.
Today, Friday, July 3 ... 38 years ago Jim Morrison was 'found dead'. Do I believe he died then? .. Nope. Do I think he's alive now? Hell no. A liver can only take so much abuse.
In other 'news' today. Nicholas has been behaving a bit better. We went to the vet's to check a fitting on the scrub top I was altering for her. Got another comforter to cut up. Went to the library, did the lunch thing there. Nicholas ate w/o fussing this time. Left from there and went to the auto part store.. got a an of refrigerant for the car's a/c. Then WalMart (I hate that damn place). I realized when I got through the checkout that I had left my bank card in pocket of the jeans I wore the other day.
So then I had to go home after that instead of going right to Kroger afterwards. When I pulled up, dad was in front of the house, he had mowed. What I didn't realize was that he had the ladder in the driveway and was trimming the overgrown evergreens. There were kids riding bikes IN the damn street and some woman in a red car was right up my ass. I had to wait for the kids to get out of the way before I could even pull part way in the drive way. I can't stand that the people around here don't care what their kids do. The ice cream van was coming by when we were getting ready to go back out. Nicholas leans out of the car and shouts "My mom is gonna rip that damn bell off of there!" Umm... I think I've mentioned a few times how damn annoying it is.
Before we left I told dad I had the stuff for the a/c. Then he says something about not having a hose and not knowing if the one he has would fit that can. FUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCK!!!! I asked in the store. That's what they gave me. They didn't ask about anything else. Damn it! After the grocery store I serged the comforter and finished altering the scrub top. Piled them BACK in the car and took the stuff over and dropped it off at the vet's. Went BACK to the damn auto part store, got the hose and gauge needed and went back home.
It took me a bit... but I recharged the a/c by myself. Why yes, I think I WILL pat myself on the back. It blows nice COLD air now. But.... this is me.. so of course there is a but... I lost the friggen dust protector cap for the a/c port on the car. I was shaking the can and turned to look at something the kids were doing and knocked it off the frame. I knew I should have stuck the damn thing in my pocket. So now.. it's 'protected' by a piece of plastic bag and masking tape. No, it's not going to stay like that. But I didn't feel like going out AGAIN for a stupid little cap. That was, once again, my fault for losing.
Andrew knocked over Nicholas' cup at dinner. He was gesturing with his hands about how big something was that went "BOOM!" And he knocked the damn cup over. So while they were finishing up dinner I got the mop and bucket out. I didn't even have half of the kitchen floor mopped when I broke the damn mop. It was one of those shitty (the type, not the brand) sponge mops. The kind when you press the plastic flap over it and squeeze out the excess water. Well apparently I was trying to get too much water out. It snapped. I cursed. The kids all gasped "Ohhh mommy! You need to choose another word!" The kitchen floor is still nasty. And the mop bucket and broken mop are still sitting in the middle of the floor. I was disgusted with it.
Fuck it... the car has working a/c .. and I did it myself. I'm finishing up my "Mike's Hard Berry"...it's pretty good.. tastes like sweet cherries mainly... and I'm going the fuck to bed!
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