Two things

My brother and his wife named their baby, it's Tristin. Unfortunately, Helga didn't make the cut. Oh well. Supposedly the baby looks like Jaden, so that's all good. We can call them Jaden and Mini-Him. Maybe that'll teach them to not name their children Helga.

The microwave here makes carrots spark. Have you ever seen this phenomenon? It's rather bizarre. I've never come across it before. It's very odd eating carrots with small burn marks. Kind of like torture victims.

This is rockin. Black death, ebola, and flesh eating call me. And I don't even know what they look like, or care. I also love that they have a "professional line".

Actually, after looking them over, my favorite is mange.

(via fussy)

The beginning of a terrible relationship

Jay bought a Nintendo Wii a couple days ago. And now it has sucked us all in. Here's Tyler boxing. It's actually pretty funny, especially if you're a spectator. The person playing puts on a good show, and works up a good sweat for any active participation games. Those are the best ones. I'm hoping to get into a bit better shape by playing the sports training ones every day or so.

Burning the fireplace

Jay smashed apart the fireplace today. On purpose. It was a huge hideous electrical eyesore. And now it's going to be firewood. This is a big improvement, believe me. Unfortunately, I don't know if there are before pictures. But here's the after, mostly. He actually smashed it into smaller pieces after that. I can't wait to burn it. Burn them laddie, burn them all.

It's a boy

My sister-in-law had a baby last night, a boy, as yet unnamed. Happily, it won't be named Hunter or Gunner. Those have both been vetoed. I think Helga is still in the running though, at least it's not on the No List.

Post-Valentine's Day

Mumsy sent me a valentine, and a card written in sparkly pen. It amuses me. I think it's a better idea than sending christmas cards. I see family at christmas, so the cards don't mean a whole lot. A talkative, this-is-what's-happening-with-me card in February though, all good. Maybe I'll start my own tradition. Soon maybe, or at least next year.

Just for fun

This is Jay putting his pants on all crazy because I said that that he could probably fit another person in them. I was right.

Because I'm an idiot

I completely forgot that I can put pictures up here. So here you go, some of the renovations etc.

Here's the rooms being added in the basement after plastering. You can even see the awesome carpet the original basement finishers added around the duct housing.








Here's the original carpet that's in the rest of the basement. Ain't it purty?









And this is the room we finished, mostly through Jay's hard work. Now we just have the flooring and trim to put up in the other room, then we can fall over dead.

Perhaps I should explain

About that thing. Ahem. Have I ever mentioned how I hate being female? And how the week before Bleeding Week is a total freakout ever since I went back on the pill? Yes. I'm still mad about the situation, but I get a lot more angry and vocal about things than I should during the week before Bleeding Week (henceforth to be known as twbBW). I would also like to point out that everything on this blog is solely my viewpoint and has no correlation to what the management thinks, without the softening of time or distance. I'd also like to point out that if I think back to that time ten years down the road, I will still become just as angry about the situation. So I resolve to not think about it. If I ignore it, maybe it will go away.

This might possibly be the best post ever. I love it.

Get it off my chest

Stuff has been happening, I guess. I need to find a job (well, I don't have to yet, but it would probably behoove me to do so before I run out of money). Unfortunately, as I discovered a couple days ago when I went to revise my resume, I didn't save a copy of my updated one from the last job. You know, the one that had all the new stuff I learned at the previous job on it, the one that detailed all the software I used and the tasks I performed. And since I've been away from there for 2 months now, I remember very little of what I actually did. Put me in that job again and I'd have it figured out within 10 minutes, but here, now? I can't even remember the names of some of the people I worked with. I have the memory of a gnat. A stupid gnat.

The last few days I've been painting doors and trim, and this afternoon I'm painting the second room. Last night I helped Jay put up the drop ceiling and the door frame. There are only a few more things we need to do on these rooms, so the plan is to finish them by the end of Jay's next days off so Jay's sister can move downstairs. We're hoping it'll help with the tension.

It's Jay's sister. She's rather demanding, and gets angry when things don't go her way. I'd be more okay with this if she didn't bully Jay into doing what he wants. I give suggestions and preferences, but I'm not too insulted if Jay doesn't follow them because, hey, it's his house. Not so with her. This time it was because Jay picked a paint colour for the new spare room and I put a coat of it on the walls. We had a bit of a mini-crisis, there was a blow up and a long angry letter, slamming of doors, etc.

In my opinion, it's not exactly fair or mature of her to throw temper tantrums when she isn't in control of everything, to go around slamming doors and avoiding us and refusing to speak to us. Dude, it's not cool. It's understandable in 5-year-olds, albeit not terribly acceptable, but definitely not when you're almost 30. Grow up. It was over paint colour, this time. But it's been happening once or twice a week since I moved in. And I'm getting tired of it.

This is a big reason I haven't been posting. I don't know how to handle this. Jay and I can discuss stuff reasonably, compromise, or just agree to disagree. But all the logic in the world means nothing when his sister decides it's not what she wants. And he gives in to her every time. As far as I can see, she's doing her best to control him, and me through Jay. She wants in on every minor household decision. I don't want to have to deal with that. It makes me angry, and it's not how Jay and I operate. The big reason I like being around Jay is that we can find a happy medium without fighting, we're both pretty easy-going.

At least, I am until someone starts pushing me around. I get stubborn when people try to push me into doing what they want, without regards to my opinion. And the more I get pushed, the more I refuse to go. I think that people should be able to make their own decisions once they're adults. I may not agree with every decision, but that's tough, that's life. It's part of growing up. And his sister doesn't seem to have learned that.

We've talked about it and things are okay now, but I keep expecting things to blow up again. I don't deal well living under someone's thumb. And I won't stand by and watch her manipulate him.

AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Stupid Blogger, forcing me to change to the new version. I protest mightily, and if I knew where they were, I'd go there and kick them in the shins. As it is, I'll just have to give them a virtual kick.

More renos

Jay and I finished priming the rooms in the basement, and Sheri put up the first coat of paint. Then she decided she wanted something less screamingly bright (it was this colour) so she put on the first coat of a different colour. Nothing has happened since, which left Jay and I with nothing to do. We want to put in the drop ceiling and flooring, but the paint has to be on first, plus I don't think Sheri likes the idea of laminate. Her reason - the floors would be cold. But that's the thing. You put foam under the laminate, plus the rooms are first in line for heat from the furnace so they're the warmest in the house, and wood floors aren't all that cold to begin with. THe big plus for me is that laminate doesn't catch dust, which means my allergies are thwarted. I'm all over that.

Unfortunately, Jay is back at work now, so I'm all alone again. Which isn't a problem because there's still lots to do, but now my motivation mostly left me. Although I did get my car windshield replaced, and it's all shiny and new now. So I have things to do with regards to plate switching etc. But right now all I want to do is sleep.