prettier than the paint

oops, had the silly thing in reverse.

Many of these were at Jefferson Point mall, the others were at my sister's.

more work photos

For the original version ... click here.

The tiles pissed me off, so I stopped trying to work with them. My sister was equally peeved and quit. Well, my brother-in-law gets them now.

Here is Jeff Bell. He does lots of things, but primarily installs and repairs garage doors. After his solo effort of loading the drywall sheets, he drove to my sister's and he and I pulled them off. He showed me the faster, however a bit sloopy, way of measure-cutting sheets. It was about 5 minutes instead of 35. I think I will take the trade.

Here you see him talking with my neice.

This is the same view the next day --- a wall, installed by Mike and Dustin.

The brown sections is the new insulation.

Mike and Dustin installing the wall and discovering that the studs are not 24" on center.

This is a problem area near the front door.

My sister and her "helpful" dog cleaning up after mudding the walls.

My white arm. My face was so sprinkled also.

Yes, the ceiling is now whiter.

Power painter ... need experience to use it well.

day long and hard

zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

I think I can rest at last.

isn't it ironic

when wording comes crashing together?

Slutsky? "Behind the pursuit"
Does not remember ... no suspects.

Had argument with boyfriend, didn't go home with him, but two other men.
She would regret if she told anyone. OK, she doesn't remember.

I will take Windows advice

Sleep.
I think I will.

more bad luck

Well, putting up drywall should have been fast and simple. As it turns out, the studs in the basement (perhaps the whole house) are not 24 inches on center. Oh, no. That would be up to code and simple. So, we had to cut nearly every piece to match. The room was 13' x 24' with many outlets that had to be cut.

I was so hoping that I would have mudded the drywall today and that tomorrow I could have painted. I tried to put up some ceiling tiles, but they too proved too smart or tough for me. I nearly pulled a "hulk smash" in anger. The tiles were very tough to put in, especially the slide puzzle feature on the last row.

I was shocked twice due to poor grounding.

There were two guys who came to close off a wall connecting one room to the kitchen. They were fairly fast and did an OK job. The studs there were also wrong. Hmmm, methinks it was a drunk architect or crew.

I am tired, stiff, sore. We had to make a run to Menards for one last piece of drywall. They cut it for us. Bruce, the cutter, used a box knife that was falling apart. I thought I was the dangerous one! Some other fool there had six 12' drywall sections loaded on his pick up truck. They dangled out the end. On top of the pieces, they put a new door. I would expect "crash".

My sister has the worst luck!

What fills my days

Well, we started to finish the ceiling in the office room, but halted. More special cutting, more negotiating and a late start. We got up the support beams, but not a bit of the ceiling itself.

Jessica painted primer on the new dry wall after she and Jennifer sanded it. Logan helped by taping off the molding before we painted. We moved most everything out of the room so that it could be painted, dried, painted and ready for the carpet installers.

That should have been the day.

Diane was worried about a section of the wood paneling along the back wall. It was intact, but was messy with mold. More panels suffered the same fate, all along the wall, mold. It was not on the East wall much, but the West wall had some. Diane called for the removal of the paneling. The drywall, most of which was moldy had to go. So it was a lot more work.

That means that we have to put up half wall in the entire basement rec room of drywall. We then have to paint that room, the stairwell down, all before the carpet installers on Wednesday. What a fun week, right?

Lily, the dog, was not especially helpful.

+ on a positively charged note, I found out what caused my mild conductivity with places; my cellphone and keys that I prefer to carry on me.

Actually, I put Jessica's name here.

Welcome to Diane's messy, unlucky life.

it was tempting, but

Date: 06/22/2008 - Sender:
Subject: bomb cosh bee

I didn't read the message and instead marked it as spam. I know, the subject clearly lead me to strongly believe it was legitimate.

short storm with rain, wind, hail

There was a mess, but no tornado.

What Jim does

picture of Jesus, drawn by James

Costs

The storm and flood damage might be $800 million for Indiana. That's staggering, but when you view Fort Wayne's cost for the Harrison Square Project, which from a different kind of storm with fecal matter, it sort of puts it in perspective.

This blogger seems excited about the project.

What does a 9 year-old bunny look like

This is ancient Flopsy who is a miniature. I keep wondering if he will change back into Pettigrew or the like.

Hey, ladies

Get funky!

Thank you ladies for a great lunch! What a peculiar day all around.
I got to meet my lady friends at a strip club. They were celebrating their promotions. They each got a table dance and they splurged and got me one.

Hmm. It will be a day going down in infamy.
Here, one woman is pushing out her breasts to make sure that you notice them.

Congratulations ladies! I cannot help but be honored.

Keith's "wonderful" regifting

Here is Jeffy's back and butt. If you own a cell phone with picture messaging, you might get this. It will be "bigger" than Rick Rolling. Jeffy should be so proud.

"You got azz'd" or something like that.
"He got yo back (side)?"

pumping out my pay

I have to pay at the pump, but I can't spend more than $50 with Visa or $75 on Mastercard. So if they prices go higher, you guarantee that people can't fill up their tanks because of this rule. Uh, that will need an update, me thinks.

after the storm

How I spent a couple of hours

My sister called me for advice and help. She needed the help.

Look, a missing wall. Ta-da!
A leaky pipe saturated and rotted the insulation, drywall, 2x4 s support beams, wood paneling. It was a mess.
The cement walls will have to be treated.

I used to do a little

but a little wouldn't do it, so a little got more and more. I just keep tryin' to stay lively when I need to, so that I don't fall dead on the floor. Coffee beans are OK, and not fattening. It's the hundred grams of sugar, milk, syrups and the like that make coffee a questionable choice. I drink mine black+ with sugar.

+ "Like I like my men", from Airplane spoken by an upper-class child. I don't do men, so I included this just to beat someone else to the punch (line)

detain their rights

The terrorists want to disrupt our way of life, right?
They are generally more interested in blowing up each other, right?
So when we take the detainees, we feed them more than they would get under their military, give them many comforts that they don't have, and then the government that are battling (United States) has so many lawyers, they get one of those too?

OK. If you are a lawyer, want to represent a detainee, go ahead, but ... you are then required by become a citizen of that detainee's country. If you don't like that policy, then stop being a lawyer.

That is beyond fudged up! What a crock of bullcrap! I don''t mind the citizens obtaining lawyers, but they are NOT being held by a civil court ... it is a military issue of a foreign fighter who likely killed more of his own countrymen than US soldiers. The fact that he might have info on more important targets superceeds rights in this case which may not be the Bill of Rights offered to US citizens in a US court of law.

ACLU, Jessie Jackson strong. Where we often pick the wrong battle so that we aren't forgotten. Clearly this armed robber was not given proper service at McDonald's while robbing it, because his is black. Then, they clearly chose a colder, older hamburger to give him as he fled the scene, knocking over an elderly couple. These are clearly racially motivated crimes against this four-time felon.

Mahkis, you come over and play with me?

I, of course went over to play with Charlie. Charlie had a bit of a long day. He wasn't awake for long.

Hulk (was a) Smash!

It beat the loose-fitting pants off the first one. It was a little better than OK with hints about Hulk if you liked the character:

Bill Bixby, Lou Ferrigno, ending theme to TV series, purple pants and more.

I would suggest if you like CGI hero movies, watch this one.

helping my sister move was hell

She grabbed me early, kept me late and wasn't organized or prepared. I should have known, but I got surprised by it. There wasn't enough moved out of the house/garage to make a measurable difference. In the course of the day I was nearly struck twice by people. I thought the 17' U-Haul was pretty visible, but apparently not.

To add to the mix, trains and difficult turns and my sister scheduling a flooring inspector on the same day. I guess I just don't get the lack of timing. I love family, but the disorganization and lack of punctuality is a bit much for me. It finished a day after a night of 2 hours sleep, not in a row.

She didn't move the whole house, just some stuff to storage, some to Salvation Army.

! I forgot. The U-Haul was foul smelling from cigarettes. It made for a long smelly ride.

Not what I would call a prime fishing area

I drove by 80/20, Inc. on the way back from Warsaw and saw two flakes fishing at the water hole beside the building. To be fair, I don't know that there aren't fish there, but I doubt they would stock the small pond. I wonder where Phil and Ted went on their break?

watch what you do around kids

"Yeah. It was like Uncle Bob. Yeah, he was drinking and he like walked" [Emma proceeds to walk towards the house, bump her head squarely on the forehead and fall down on her rump then rolls onto her back. She doesn't cry, she was imitating what Uncle Bob did], "and then boof, then he fell down."

Yep, you don't want Uncle Bob stories about you floating around, haunting you.

baseball

When my father and I tried this ... we were always too close. I split my lip and face lots of times. I grew to hate baseball with all that remained of my face.

Storms

Small videos of Sunday storm in Fort Wayne