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Dec. 13th, 2012 08:41 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kittydesadeI'm not sure when the trend came around to label all the hardware stores and boxes and supplies and tools and things in Spanish as well as English (at least here in the States) but it's tweaking my brain. I haven't seen this many things labeled in English and Spanish since I was in elementary school. Seriously, it's like being back in elementary school and I keep expecting to start speaking in Spanish or hearing Spanish conversations at some point. And it keeps not happening because the boy only speaks English. I suppose if I slipped into Spanish at work though it wouldn't be the worst thing in the world, as long as Aunt was around.
So, I know I keep saying this, but maybe heat will happen today? Maybe? I keep saying this because they keep saying oh just this one more thing and then it's always just one more thing and I am about ready to throttle someone. Everything else is done, at least. Fucksake, if they'd worked on this earlier oh never mind. Hopefully this is the very last one more thing. It's fucking winter. And right now it feels like it, as opposed to last weekend when it was feeling like spring. That was just odd.
I feel like I should have something more eloquent to say here, and maybe I did before the contractor came in and I got talked at some more. No, thank you, you've done everything on the list to do, I'm happy, the bank's happy, please gtfo of my house so I can unpack now. Thank you. I mean, he's a nice guy, so the 'gtfo' isn't quite as mean as it sounds, but I am very ready for all the renovation stage of this shindig to end so I can get to the unpacking, poking at the breakers (seriously, we have the most random collection of outlets on one breaker) and enjoying my house. Preferably with heat in. I have leaves to rake, weeds to pull, a kitchen to clean. GTFO alloy'all strangers so I can do that.
Skimming the headlines apart from the usual political WTF around the world, what the hell does someone want to murder Justin Bieber for? Sure, he's annoying to some people, don't listen to him then! He's a kid for crying out loud. And murdering people is never the right answer. No matter how temptingcertain Republicans I'm looking at you it is.
So, yeah. Yuletide and a Haven essay to work on today, that's your note to self, self, you're working on that untitled as yet Yuletide thing, and Women of Haven. And then tonight, hopefully there will be heat, and maybe cleaning and some of something else. Not sure what. Leverage would be nice. Poor boything, he's been sleep deprived so much this week. Having people who have to be met and talked with during the day is hard enough and then he has to work nights. Ugh. And I'd love to stay home from work to do it but I'm not entirely sure we can actually afford it, at least, not until we have Pixie in and paying rent, and then maybe I could manage it for a couple of days.
Ahem. Right. Time to get to work, get this show on the road, etc etc etc. Shit to do, so let's strap on the shitkickers and get to it.
So, I know I keep saying this, but maybe heat will happen today? Maybe? I keep saying this because they keep saying oh just this one more thing and then it's always just one more thing and I am about ready to throttle someone. Everything else is done, at least. Fucksake, if they'd worked on this earlier oh never mind. Hopefully this is the very last one more thing. It's fucking winter. And right now it feels like it, as opposed to last weekend when it was feeling like spring. That was just odd.
I feel like I should have something more eloquent to say here, and maybe I did before the contractor came in and I got talked at some more. No, thank you, you've done everything on the list to do, I'm happy, the bank's happy, please gtfo of my house so I can unpack now. Thank you. I mean, he's a nice guy, so the 'gtfo' isn't quite as mean as it sounds, but I am very ready for all the renovation stage of this shindig to end so I can get to the unpacking, poking at the breakers (seriously, we have the most random collection of outlets on one breaker) and enjoying my house. Preferably with heat in. I have leaves to rake, weeds to pull, a kitchen to clean. GTFO alloy'all strangers so I can do that.
Skimming the headlines apart from the usual political WTF around the world, what the hell does someone want to murder Justin Bieber for? Sure, he's annoying to some people, don't listen to him then! He's a kid for crying out loud. And murdering people is never the right answer. No matter how tempting
So, yeah. Yuletide and a Haven essay to work on today, that's your note to self, self, you're working on that untitled as yet Yuletide thing, and Women of Haven. And then tonight, hopefully there will be heat, and maybe cleaning and some of something else. Not sure what. Leverage would be nice. Poor boything, he's been sleep deprived so much this week. Having people who have to be met and talked with during the day is hard enough and then he has to work nights. Ugh. And I'd love to stay home from work to do it but I'm not entirely sure we can actually afford it, at least, not until we have Pixie in and paying rent, and then maybe I could manage it for a couple of days.
Ahem. Right. Time to get to work, get this show on the road, etc etc etc. Shit to do, so let's strap on the shitkickers and get to it.