Back to "Normal"

I'm moving on. I'm done with the whole wallet thing. Sonja's probably done did spend all my money by now, my cards are all cancelled and I'm on "credit watch" with the credit reporting agencies. BTW, apparently I have EXCELLENT credit. I think that's most likely attributed to the fact that I have A LOT of it, by way of monies I owe other people, but apparently that's not how it works. Whatever the reason, hopefully it will stay that way. Keep your fingers crossed for me.

That saga of the floors, however, continues. Gil, my supah excellent tile guy, is back this week finishing up where we left off a few weeks ago. Save for the grouting to be done tomorrow, we are done with the freakin' floors. Can I get a "Whoop Whoop"? Thanks.

Here's what they look like now. Please be kind and tell me that it looks FABULOUS and you would NEVER guess we didn't MEAN for it to look that fucked up awesome.
Oh, and he's also finishing up the backsplash, which has been 2/3 of the way tiled and 0/3 of the way grouted for the past 1 1/2 years. Don't ask. This is what it looks like after his efforts yesterday. Again, still needsd to be grouted, but it will get done TOMORROW, not in 2009. So, yay!

And those are copper tiles. The toe kicks are copper as well. It helps having a hubby who is a sheet metal guy, as we have all sorts of copper accents all over the inside & outside of our house. Maybe someday soon I'll take you for a copper tour of the G-Wine Posse's Hood. But only if you're lucky.

Dylan went to the Doctor today for his 3 year old check up. Holy shit. He's three. On Friday. T.H.R.E.E. I need a drink.

Anyway, he's just dandy and was the most well behaved, cooperative kid when the nurse and Doctor were checking him out. It was like some other being inhabited his body throughout the check up. And then, my dumb ass asks about this little wart-y looking thing on his chest. It's been hanging around for a few months now and doesn't seem to bother him, but I don't like looking at it. I want to pop it everytime I lay eyes on it. To make a long story short, the Doc decided it should be removed. So he scraped it off. You can imagine how well that went over. But, Dylan is now wart-y thing less and the promise of a popsicle when we got home perked him right up. As we were leaving the office he even said "That was fun!"

Here he is with his bandaid and his popsicle. Outside enjoying the 76 degree day.

Now, about that 76 degree day. It's been GORGEOUS here for the past 5 or 6 days. And when I say gorgeous, I mean that we've had that weather that makes EVERYTHING look pretty and fresh and you feel like all's right with the world, even though someone just stole your wallet and is probably at Costco having a $1.50 hot dog and a soda on your dime. It's been like that. Of course, it's still supposed to cold, cloudy, windy & possibly even rainy for the big party on Saturday. Son. Of. A. Bitch. As if the universe hasn't shit on me enough this past week, it's going to give me un-fun party weather. Bastard.

If you've noticed (or not because your first thought every day isn't "Oh My, AMomTwoBoys hasn't commented on my blog recently") I haven't really been commenting on blogs lately. Partly due to all the OTHER stuff I've been having to take care of and partly because I figured I'd try out this whole "Google Reader" thing. People, let me tell you, it's NOT working out for me. In theory, it's great. I love that I can take a quick peek and see who's got a new post up, but I find that once I'm done reading the post I don't bother to click over to their ACTUAL blog to leave a comment. I suppose that's pure laziness on my part, but that's the way the cookie crumbles. So, in case you're interested, I'm thinking about forgoing my Reader and going back to the old way of doing things. I'm sure you'll be happy to hear that. You're welcome.

And since several others of you have recently shared with us what google search results have directed people to your blogs, I shall share with you a few of mine:

Somewhere, US: fresh mom boy videos (?)
Palm Harbor, Florida: Moms & Boy Lovers (Sicko-get off the internet and see below)
Seattle, Washington: How to Institutionalize Myself (good luck with that)
My personal favorite, from our friends down under, in Australia:
I love pizza and want to eat it and rub it all over my body (Me too)

I'll leave you with that. Have a nice day.

A Photo Retrospective Of The Past Two Years Of My Life

The Kitchen Re-Model*

(That should say trip to Memphis. I'm a dufus)

These were all taken in the past week...

My purdy new tile

*If you're like WTF? The water leaking out of my house was a burst hot water pipe in my slab foundation. The best way to fix it was to re-run the water to the house via the attic. Therefore, we had to rip out the cabinets to get the pipes down the wall. Therefore, we decided to take the bull by the horns and replace the entire kitchen. Therefore, we had our heads up our ass and it's taken us TWO years and we're still not done. Therefore, it's driving me crazy. Therefore, I called a tile guy to FINALLY lay my floor. Oh, and we still don't have hot water to the boys bathroom or to the washing machine. So, if you come to stay with us, you're forced to use our shower and I've been using Tide Cold Water forEVER.

If you're still like What the F*ck is she talking about, just read this.

The Full Moon Can Kiss My Ass

I don't really buy into all that lunar bullsh*t, birth signs, tarot cards, palm readers, etc., but today? Today I think there might be something to it. Tonight is a full moon (and a full lunar eclipse no less) and I've had 20 hours of nothing but friggin' headaches. Not actual headaches, but figurative, this situation is a pain in the ass, headaches.

We've having tile laid in our dining room/kitchen area. The floor has been 1/2 linoleum and half concrete for the past year and a half. (The story behind that is coming, trust me. With lots of pictures, with captions!) We bought this beautiful porcelain tile in June of 2006 and made sure to order plenty so that we would have enough when we finally got around to laying it. So what happened? Yep. We're short. WAY freakin' short. Somehow we either mis-measured (DJ) or mis-ordered (Me). So, there's this bare part in front of the sink/dishwasher/door to garage area. I called to order more tile. Yep. No longer available. Lots of scratching of heads, chins and frowning later, we gave up and called it a night.

I spent this morning on the phone with the manufacturer/importer in SPAIN with them giving me the numbers of different tile stores throughout the U.S. who had ordered the tile within the last year, and MIGHT still have some in stock. Fingers crossed. But alas, no.

OH! And before I got on the phone with Spain this morning? Zach threw up ALL OVER himself. And me! And the couch! And the floor!*

And now back to my tile saga. So, with my tail between my legs, the boys and I headed over to the tile store to talk to my tile lady (is it bad that she remembers me from 1 1/5 years ago?) and get some ideas for WHAT THE HELL TO DO WITH MY BARE SPOT. After much discussion and picture drawing by me, and a trip to the bathroom for Dylan (!), we finally decided on laying down tile that looks like wood. My hope is that, when we go to sell the house, the people who buy it will just think we made a bad design choice instead of thinking we're complete assholes who spent a shitload of money on tile and couldn't freaking order the right amount.

OH! And while we were at the tile store? Dylan decided to be a pain in the ass. They have this cool castle built with manufactured stone product with toys in it to keep the little guys occupied while their parents make shitty design choices pick out their tile. He decides that he doesn't want to play with the blocks IN the castle, he wants to play with them by me. So he starts to pull the little wagon-y block holder over to me. I tell him "No, you need to leave those in the castle and play with them there." To which he replies "NO. I don't want to" and do you know what he does? The little bastard DUMPS the wagon-y thing out on the floor in the middle of the tile showroom. I almost killed him. I dragged him and the wagon-y thing back to the castle and bent down to give him a piece of my mind when, WHAP! OW!, I smack my forehead into the book shelf.

So, now my figurative headache has become a full blown REAL headache and my beautiful tile floor is costing me an extra $250.00. Right on.

Like I said, the full moon can kiss my ass.

*Don't worry Grandmaother, I think Zach threw up because he coughed really hard, not because he's coming down with some stomach bug. Although the stomach bug would not surprise me one bit. Just add it to my list of headaches.