hows the house going, you ask?

hmmmmm
funny you should ask

my husband (usually referred to as ogg but just upgraded to ogg-mcgyver as of today)
(which should give you some general idea of where this post is going...)
hooked up the toilet and sink in the bathroom and fixed the radiator, so now we have heat
again...YAY!

opened the front door to the house saturday morning
to a virtual niagara falls in the living room...
water was pouring from the ceiling,
all of my husbands tools were soaked
the floor was soaked.

found out that a peice on the new toilet snapped,
causing a little hose to fall out
and hence,
the waterfall...

so we went to shut the breakers off,
and surprise! found 3 feet of water in the basement
and the furnace submerged...
and ogg informs me that he is not sure about touching the water in case
he gets
electrocuted...
he tells me this about half a minute before
he sticks his hand
in the water...
he didn't get electrocuted...

we found a subpump in the basement, just kinda floating around in the debris
odd took it up and we dried it off and plugged in
yay, it works...
went down to use it, no bottom on it, won't work...
ogg (showing mcgyver instincts) fashions out a brand new bottom
right there
out of a piece of tin, some screws and some fast drying glue
heh heh
yay! it works again

so...all in all
at the end of the day
the furnace works, the sink works, the water is turned back on
the floors are drying out, the basement is pretty much back to normal
and the toilet works...
yay!

i'm wondering...

why am i letting this bother me so much?
hmmmm...
am i being defensive?
and if i am,
why?
but its friday night and i should be happy
and i keep telling myself
to let this incident
(which really should be a minor irritation
and not a huge deal)
go and think positive and be the bigger person
but
then i catch myself thinking "i should have said..."
or "yeah...ok...i'll do it your way but..."
and well...
sort of obsessing about it

and then i think about chickadees blog
that i read today and her post about her friend
that she outgrew
and how i answered her saying that my theory was that certain people
came into your life at certain times to fill a specific need
but once that was filled
you tend to move away from each other
and i'm wondering
should i have been listening to my own advice...
have i outgrown this person?
or is it the dynamics of the current situation that are making me think this?
if it had been anyone else saying the same thing to me
would i have shrugged it off as being irritating but not worth
my getting upset about?
sigh...
who knows

although
it possibly could be all the stress we are currently under
with the renovations
and the moving
and the money oh the bloody fucking money
again
who knows...

sigh
but it fucked up my friday thats for sure

glass of diet coke with a dash of empowerment

heh
just found letters that i wrote to
a couple of ex's
years and years and years ago

you know the letters
full of
please
and forgive me
and sorry
and what did i do
and what can i do

the kind of letter that kinda makes you wince when you read it
and wonder who the hell was that girl
because she certainly wasn't me

oh...
you didn't write that kind of letter
heh heh

so anyway

i just found them
and tore them into little teeny tiny pieces
why do i need to be reminded of my pathetic-ness
however,
i also found similar letters from ex's
putting me on the other side of pathetic
and
i kept them
heh heh...
mostly when i read them i get a "yeah, f*&# you" feeling
that feels pretty good

because
i'm happy where i'm at
in life right now

shoeboxes and good advice

my 9 year old well intentioned daughter emma
just made a shoebox advice column with her freind jessica...
at first i was a little worried that their enthusiam
would soon turn to disappointment
when it didn't get the responses they were banking on
but
i am happy to say
that i was SO wrong...

emma brought home the box yesterday
with at least 15
touching, sad or amusing questions
from different people in her class
ranging from
"my question is it too cold out?"
to
"nobody likes me"
and in between
"i want a dog, how do i get one?"
i am very curious to see what kind of answers the "bratz girls"
as they have named themselves
will come up with...

reading the questions
brought back all that elementary school feelings
of worry and anxiety and why does this girl play with me today
but giggle about me tomorrow
and is that note that they are passing around about me
and what if i ask to go to the bathroom, will i get yelled at...

i was a very anxious child
i wish someone had started an shoebox-advice column then
heh heh