Hole Probation

No, sorry, nothing dirty. Justin put me on hole probation. You screw up a few anchors and screws and suddenly everyone is an expert but you. Sheesh! So the toilet paper holder kinda rocks if you pull too hard, no one really is going to notice. For all of you that are curious how to get put on hole probation I will explain in 7 easy steps.
1. Get all your necessary equipment, screw driver, electric screwdriver, hammer, anchor and screw.
2. Decide where you want the hole and push on the screw a little so it leaves a mark.
3. Take manual screwdriver, hold it up to the little screw mark from step 2. Bang on screwdriver with hammer until the whole metal end is now in the wall. There should be a hole big enough for an anchor to fit into.
4. Remove manual screwdriver and tap anchor into hole with hammer.
5. When anchor doesn't fit, take utility knife and cut the part of the anchor that sticks out of the wall off.
6. Attempt to put the screw into the remain portion of mangled plastic, use electric screwdriver if necessary.
7. Hang toilet paper holder up and if anyone asks you put it up just the way they instructed you to, don't forget to smile, that always helps.

Really I was fine until that darn air vent thing got in the way. Hey, and all the other things I hung up look good, well except for the towel bar thing , butI fixed that.
::Smiling::

Crap!

So yeah, I was tagged, I have to post rules (I'm gritting my teeth while typing this btw).
The rules:
Link to the person who tagged you.
Post the rules on your blog.Share seven random and/or weird facts about yourself on your blog.
Tag seven random people at the end of your post, and include links to their blogs.
Leave a comment on their blogs so that they know they have been tagged.

1. Funny/strange fact one is that I have no idea how to create a link in my blog so I'm just going to paste the web address (http://qtpidani.wordpress.com/) and then have about 10 people comment to me later about how I'm duh and the proper way to create a link in my blog is "__________."

2. Funny/strange fact #2 is that I don't follow 7 blogs to ta people who haven't been tagged so I'll just forget about that part and list some of my favorite blogs.

3. Oh crap, now I have to like come up with something here........hold on, give me a sec..........ummmmm........we have a 90 gallon fish tank in our basement that I hate but my husband is going to be getting a fishery license for so he can keep bass and catfish in.

4. If I wasn't the po po (bitch) then I'd probably want to work in a flower shop or jewelry store.

5. Since being preggo I have started sleeping with a body pillow Justin and I have named the "cock blocker".

6. I try really hard to be a really good cook and in general fail miserably.

7. I am really non-confrontational. I come from a family where denial is rampant and I embrace the tradition like non-other.

Btw, some of my favorite blogs are:
http://icanhascheezburger.com/ (hello, totally photo-journalistic)

http://thekbb.wordpress.com/ ( I laugh pretty consistently at this one)

http://www.workingmomsagainstguilt.com/

Almost Finished

Painting that is. I hate painting, I hate painting, I hate painting. Did I mention I hate painting? We have the bathroom and the baby's room (which won't get done til april) but thank goodness we are almost done! I promise I will update soon, I have just been in painting hell lately.

My Transparent Mother

For those of you that know my mom is a big user of prescription painkillers and other meds for her fibromayalsia (sp?). She frequently tells us stories about how she passes out (like off the toilet and hits her forhead on the floor) or about how her new meds made her sllep for like 12 hours straight on accident. There even was the time where she woke up standing in her bathroom naked and didn't know how she got there, where her nightgown was and where she had put her sleep apnea machine (it took her like 4 hours to find it the next day). So me being the normal and civilized person that I am I told her she would not be babysitting for our future child until they were, well 30 sounds good to me. She has since been trying to convince me subty that she is perfectly capable of caring for our newborn. She tells me how she was crying to my aunt about it (yup, that didn't work) and last night she told me about how when she had us kids she would wake up in the middle of the night to change or feed us and while rocking us she would fall asleep but when she woke up she was always holding us very tight! Umm, I think passing out, or the doctor telling her to hide all the sharp things in her apt. while she sleeps is a little different from dozing in the glider while trying to get the baby to shush. Just a thought you know.

Poor Pizza Hut Guy

Last night Justin and I decided to order pizza since I don't want to shop too much before we move. Now it did snow last night, like 12 inches so the guy did have a rough evening, I'll give him that. Anyway, as I am waiting by the back door for the guy to finish walking to our door I hear someone talking by our window. It's the Pizza Hut guy, almost crying(!) "I don't want to do this anymore!: and repeating it, the whole way up to our door! Now picture a 5 year old whining bout having to clean his room and that's how this guy sounded. OMG, delivering pizzas was so not that bad, I did it, and frankly I was just happy to get out of the building and away from the crazy folk I worked with. Then, as we are exchanging pizza for money he starts telling me how he didn't want to do this anymore. Seriously dude, you are like 18, you have to do something and based on my perceived level of your intellect this may be as high you will rise (sorry, I'm terrible), seriously. So, lesson learned. Order from Domino's in the future.

Denial

I know I'm pregnant and I know I'm supposed to be getting bigger, I just don't think I'm supposed to be getting this big, this quickly.
I tried putting on my nicer, fat jeans today. They always have a little extra room, and they have a nice dark wash that kinda hides my big thunder thighs. So as I was saying I tried putting on these jeans today.......wow, those babies sure shrunk up in the dryer.........it must be all that lotion I put on before getting dressed......oh fuck, they are not even coming close to buttoning. Fuck. I think I need to invest in some yoga pants.

Justin the Amazing Sleep Talker

Very often I come home from work and Justin is sleeping in the couch. Frankly there is nothing wrong with that, he gets up early and generally I get to exchange a few words with him before we go to sleep at night. Some nights are more productive than others.

Me: How long has this mac and cheese been sitting out?
Justin: huh, oh, only half and hour.
Me: You realize it's 12:30
Justin: Yeah, um ...yeah.
Me: When did you make it?
Justin: Um, a couple hours ago
Me: Ok, well clean it up, I'm going to go check facebook and then we can crash
::flash forward 30 minutes::
Me: I thought you were going to clean this up so we could go to bed
Justin: Yeah, I just uh, um, saw something really bad on tv
Me: What did you see on tv that was so bad (I'm dying at this point)
Justin: I don't know, I think it was a broken faucet
Me: The broken faucet was really bad huh?
Justin: (realizing he's just waking up now) Shut up, leave me alone!