ahh, the joys of being home!

I'm sitting in my new living room writing this entry. My keyboard is sitting on top of two cardboard boxes. My monitor is on a TV stand, and my tower is on the floor. The computer desk probably won't be ready until next week.

We finally got everything moved last week, but I'd say 85% of it is still in boxes.

I love my new bathroom. It has black and white tile floors, which I picked out, and my kitchen floor has the same tile. The walls are white shiny tile, and the sink is just a pedestal sink. I like this type of sink that has no cabinet underneath because I am a clutterer and clutterers are known for hiding things in cabinets, drawers, underneath the couch...etc.

Yesterday, my dad installed my new medicine cabinet that goes over the sink. It is white with chrome accents. I wanted one cheaper, but when we picked it out on Sunday, he told me to get whatever I wanted. He's a wonderful father!

The lightbar is chrome and has red glass globes, and is above the medicine cabinet.

At the moment, my shower curtain is colorful daisies. I'll probably keep this one up for a while, or at least until Scott can find one with Dungeons & Dragons on it :P

Oh, but all is not perfect with this bathroom. Every time we flush the toilet, a nasty odor can be smelled as we open the door to leave. I'm not sure what it is, but it'll have to wait for a couple of days, because my dad is putting in the washer and dryer tonight.

Yesterday, my dad had to change the plugs in the wall for the dryer and stove. When the workmen were here, they reversed them and put them in the wrong locations. I didn't realize this until Friday night when I was gonna plug up the stove to cook dinner. I tried to force it, but it was the right male for the wrong female.

I've tried to be light about all of these setbacks, but there have been a few times that I just sat down in the floor and cried...
1. When I realized on Friday night that I wasn't gonna be able to eat tacos because of those stupid guys that installed the wrong plugs. I guess I could have just hoisted that stove on my back and took it to the spot where the washer/dryer is gonna be and cooked dinner there. Umm...no.
2.When one of my kitchen drawers wouldn't roll on it's tracks and finally just kept falling down into the cabinet below with all of my forks and spoons and knives scattering everywhere...I cried. Scott consoled me and told me that I was just tired, and that he'd fix the drawer. He did.
3. When I realized that I don't have enough cabinet space, so some things are still in boxes on the kitchen floor. Scott will fix that today, because he is putting together a tall, stand alone unit that will go in the kitchen.
4. When I realized after the 20th trip upstairs that we have more that goes up there instead of down here on the bottom floor. Yeah, I just had to design the place like this. Why didn't anyone try to talk me out of two floors? One has always been good enough for me. *I really do love the top floor. It is only one room...the bedroom!*

Well, I really haven't cried all that much, but I just wanted this one thing to be perfect. Just one time in my life I wanted perfection and everything to run smoothly. Just one time in my life where things are not being held together with duct tape and missing one leg.

Anyway, on a brigher note, my cat loves her new digs. I have all of the windows open. She just loves sitting in the window and looking out, dreaming about catching a bird or two. Around here she can catch a snake and a few blue lizards, also. I'm glad she's happy. At the apartment, she wasn't allowed in the only two windows we had because the place didn't allow pets. Yeah, we're rebels.

I need to take a few minutes here and say that I know that I am truly blessed. I have always been blessed. I have the best parents in the world. The love of my life, Scott. I am employed (is that a blessing? :P) I'm healthy. I can breathe, see, hear, walk, talk, and do so many other things people take for granted. I am blessed.

We are all blessed, and I feel so sorry for the people on the Gulf coast. The people that have lost everything they own, and have lost family members also. I could never begin to feel what they are feeling, and I never want to pretend that my life is all that bad.

Life is good even when some days are bad.

Do not take my whining about my life as me not caring about others, because I do care. I have perspective, and I know that life does not begin when my house is perfect, or end when the plumbing doesn't work.

life goes on
minute by minute
some days are a draw
some days you win it
life goes on
hour by hour
some days are smiles
some days have sorrows
life goes on
day by day
some days we are benched
some days we get to play
life goes on
it has its ups and downs
the near misses and the pretty crowns
the touch of a hand or a slap on the face
life goes on in this thing called the human race.
LMY 9.6.05

eating: soon to be bacon and eggs. yummy.
hearing: birds. crickets. cats. dogs. cows. :)
reading: the grass is always greener over the septic tank. it's an old book.
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