Monday, May 09, 2005
Lots of pics
You can see the pictures if you go to my new diary(this one).
Kitchen update day # 15 – nothing to report on the kitchen but the main floor is almost fully put back together
Well I’ve had a frustrating few days with OD, combine that with the inability to easily add pictures, and other stuff to make it more personal I have created a second one. It’s the link at the top of the page. It will probably have more updates and stuff written in it that I won’t post here, but for now at least I’m planning to post in both. Mostly daily updates here, the rest will be on my blog.
So Steph started her nights tonight and it’s strange not having her home at 9:30 pm. I miss her more than I though I would.
Helen called me a few hours ago. Apparently (and for the second time) her fiancée said the wedding is off and she asked if she could stay here. She said she was worried about the cats attacking and hurting her baby. There is always an excuse with her, instead of just leaving his ass. Anyhow, I pointed out that she can come here but there is really no place for her. There isn’t. As much as I would love for her to come here, I don’t know where she will stay. We have two spare rooms, both of which are so full of junk right now that you can’t see the floor in either of them, never mind pull out the futon to sleep on.
I wish I could help her but I just don’t have the room.
I want snacks.
The main floor is pretty much finished. Just some final touches, like moving some furniture around that I can’t move by myself. So tomorrow it will be all done. Then as unfinished as the kitchen is I can still cook and entertain. Of course the rest of the house is still another matter.
I was just reading a note and laughing at the word eep. I actually like that word and never use it.
Steph wrote an amazing poem today before she went to clinical. It was (I think but then again I don’t know much about poetry) her best she has ever written. This one should win her another award. That would bring her total up to 8 or some high number like that.
My life is so stagnant it isn’t funny. I have no drive or desire to do anything, other than putter. I’ve been like this my whole life, and if I had drive at all I wouldn’t be 29 and retired, I’d be 60 and a billionaire.
I’ve been told that there is nothing wrong with me and that I’m lazy, however (and Steph will tell you) when I actually do work, I work hard and work until I drop, get up and go again until it’s done.
I don’t even really have the desire to go buy my groceries so I’ll end up getting so hungry and eat something I shouldn’t or that’s around the house I don’t like. That sounds lazy but laziness isn’t the issue. It’s something else that no one (including many professionals) has been able to identify never mind help me deal with it.
I’m going to go take a nap. I’ll write more in a little while I’m sure
Kitchen update day # 15 – nothing to report on the kitchen but the main floor is almost fully put back together
Well I’ve had a frustrating few days with OD, combine that with the inability to easily add pictures, and other stuff to make it more personal I have created a second one. It’s the link at the top of the page. It will probably have more updates and stuff written in it that I won’t post here, but for now at least I’m planning to post in both. Mostly daily updates here, the rest will be on my blog.
So Steph started her nights tonight and it’s strange not having her home at 9:30 pm. I miss her more than I though I would.
Helen called me a few hours ago. Apparently (and for the second time) her fiancée said the wedding is off and she asked if she could stay here. She said she was worried about the cats attacking and hurting her baby. There is always an excuse with her, instead of just leaving his ass. Anyhow, I pointed out that she can come here but there is really no place for her. There isn’t. As much as I would love for her to come here, I don’t know where she will stay. We have two spare rooms, both of which are so full of junk right now that you can’t see the floor in either of them, never mind pull out the futon to sleep on.
I wish I could help her but I just don’t have the room.
I want snacks.
The main floor is pretty much finished. Just some final touches, like moving some furniture around that I can’t move by myself. So tomorrow it will be all done. Then as unfinished as the kitchen is I can still cook and entertain. Of course the rest of the house is still another matter.
I was just reading a note and laughing at the word eep. I actually like that word and never use it.
Steph wrote an amazing poem today before she went to clinical. It was (I think but then again I don’t know much about poetry) her best she has ever written. This one should win her another award. That would bring her total up to 8 or some high number like that.
My life is so stagnant it isn’t funny. I have no drive or desire to do anything, other than putter. I’ve been like this my whole life, and if I had drive at all I wouldn’t be 29 and retired, I’d be 60 and a billionaire.
I’ve been told that there is nothing wrong with me and that I’m lazy, however (and Steph will tell you) when I actually do work, I work hard and work until I drop, get up and go again until it’s done.
I don’t even really have the desire to go buy my groceries so I’ll end up getting so hungry and eat something I shouldn’t or that’s around the house I don’t like. That sounds lazy but laziness isn’t the issue. It’s something else that no one (including many professionals) has been able to identify never mind help me deal with it.
I’m going to go take a nap. I’ll write more in a little while I’m sure
