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