Close but no cigar, yet.

So I had to drag all my work shit over to the new apartment. The unfinished apartment, I might add. But at least they have the bedroom done (sans floor) so I can work  in the morning. This should be fun.

This will be the first time in 5 years that I had to actually commute to work. I will have to actually put pants on and leave the house.

I believe by the end of the week I will be truly traumatized.

Walls going up!

Hi ho, Hi ho!

There was activity yesterday....actual activity! Supplies arrived, people showed up to work...

THERE WERE POWER TOOLS ON SITE!

THE SISTAH: I can't get on the internet.

ME: What does it say?

THE SISTAH: It says 'no'.

ME: Pretty sure it doesn't say 'no'.

Sorry....missed a couple days ;-)

Six of one?

So I am moving into the new apartment and the landlord, aka the Bride, says to me,"What are you doing Monday?"

Me, naturally suspicious,"Why?"

"Dad wants you to pick out the flooring and cabinets."

I can't decide whether that is a good or bad thing. Nice that he wants to let me pick what I like, but concerning that it isn't already underway.

So, since we have Sunday shopping here, I have pushed up the selection process to today.

Oh.....and welcome to DAY 3!

Don't piss on my leg and tell me its raining.

People, please stop telling me that a gun ban would not help anyone.

"Criminals will find a way to get guns..." Blah Blah Blah

Honestly? I am less worried about the so called criminals than I am about that fucked up 20 year old who, on the day he snaps, has easy access to guns obtained legally by his mother.

Here's a question. What the fuck does a kindergarten teacher need with a semi-automatic assault rifle? Suppose she could have used it for protection? Wait, what? That didn't work too well, now did it? She had 3 guns 'for protection' and was shot with one of them. By her son who, so far, is not reported to be one of these criminals you speak of.

Michael Moore said in an interview with Piers Morgan that more than 80% of gun murders on the planet happen in the United States. 

Maybe, just maybe, they need to rethink a constitutional amendment that was written before there was an organized military much less any kind of law enforcement. 

...another day (and my titles are screwed up)

This is how jumpy I am lately. Its 8am...on a Saturday...and I am awake. Maybe it is the mountain of reviews I have ahead of me? It will be a long day.

So, while I do that.....its DAY TWO.

Been a while.

Ya, so it has been a while since I last posted. It will pick up again. A lot has happened since I let this thing lapse. I have been almost 3 years not smoking. I have been living here with the sister out in butt-fuck-nowhere for about as long.

 Now the sister is getting married, moving in with her ìntended`and selling the trailor. So I was on the hunt for a new place. I am really not interested in buying (or I would consider buying the trailor). I don`t want all the hassle that owning property entails.

 So, as luck would have it, one of my friends is moving to another province and renting her house and the basement apartment that we once shared back in the good old days when we were 19. Back then, the place was an utter mess, dark and dingy, full of garbage and cobwebs, but once our eyes adjusted to the light?

We saw the bar! Back then it was straight out of a 70's porno. Mirrored wall, glass shelves, and I am pretty sure there was a lamp in the shape of a stoplight. It had no bathroom or kitchen. We looked at each other and smiled, 'Oh ya, we can live here!'

We spent a year partying and partying some more. Best year of my life. So, when my friend (The Bride, btw) said her father was going to renovate it into a one bedroom... I jumped at it. I am on vacation from the 21st to the 31st so moving my home office won't be an issue, it just all fell into place.

 Now I am starting to worry that the reno will not go as planned. The infloor heating is in but there is still no kitchen or bathroom. I am getting excited, however, to be on my own. I have never really been on my own since... well...since we lived in this apartment almost 30 years ago. There was a few months when the boy moved out before I moved here, but that is it.

And while living with the Sister, it was a bit strained so I really didn't feel comfortable blogging about our daily lives like I used to. The Sister is a bit more sensitive, and when you have to live with someone? ...you know how it is.

Any who...starting in the new year the blog will come alive again. I promise.

And to celebrate? I give you....The Twelve Days of Christmas.