Ohai!
Previously, on Jeni's World...
*montage of FIL passing away, starting to clean out his house, getting back in touch with Doyle and a few trips to Vegas*
So, while a lot has happened, a lot has stayed the same. We are slowly but surely cleaning out the house at Fairview. The garage is a freakin mess. The amount of rat poop is disgusting. FIL had bags and bags of bird seed that we didn't know was there. Apparently, the rats knew.
Dana found a box of original Transformers. Did you know that they used to be made of dye-cast metal? We've also found piles and piles of just straight up garbage. Like, why would you keep the plastic bag the sheets came in? Seriously? Why would you need that? More over, why would you need seven of them? Also? The man had Proactiv. You know, the anti-acne stuff Diddy and Jessica Simpson hocked before they were famous-ish. What does an 80 year old man without acne need with Proactiv? There's a lot more stuff like that, but frankly I've blocked it from my mind. I will stay saner this way, believe me. It's mind boggling what he bought and what he saved.
I am boggled...
So we've gotten to the point where Junk King can come and haul away all the big crap and we can have the estate sale and then actually start the remodel. Dana's having fun planning his new kitchen. We already know we need to redo the electrical, and there's a ton of plumbing work that needs to be done, and some water damage that needs to be repaired (the shower pan in the 2nd floor bathroom has been leaking for as long as I've known Dana), I'm just hoping the inspector doesn't find a ton of shit wrong with the structure of the house that we don't know about.
The dog is still a dick to other people, but he's getting a little better with the help of frequent walks in the park and lots of liver cookies when other people are around. Not great, and I still wouldn't trust him around children or other dogs, but baby steps, ya know?
I've been trading emails with Doyle. He's moved to Hawaii and is in the process of divorcing crazypants. He was always too good for her. hrmmm... I wonder if she still checks on my lj? Honestly, I wouldn't be surprised. Everyone say hi to the crazy lady! *waves*
What else?
Bosslady is still amazingly dim and spaztastic. Vegas is still our vacation of choice (we'll be there on Friday as a matter of fact) and I'm still a conservative living in the People's Republic of San Francisco.
and I think that's about it. Remind me if I've forgotten anything ;)
*montage of FIL passing away, starting to clean out his house, getting back in touch with Doyle and a few trips to Vegas*
So, while a lot has happened, a lot has stayed the same. We are slowly but surely cleaning out the house at Fairview. The garage is a freakin mess. The amount of rat poop is disgusting. FIL had bags and bags of bird seed that we didn't know was there. Apparently, the rats knew.
Dana found a box of original Transformers. Did you know that they used to be made of dye-cast metal? We've also found piles and piles of just straight up garbage. Like, why would you keep the plastic bag the sheets came in? Seriously? Why would you need that? More over, why would you need seven of them? Also? The man had Proactiv. You know, the anti-acne stuff Diddy and Jessica Simpson hocked before they were famous-ish. What does an 80 year old man without acne need with Proactiv? There's a lot more stuff like that, but frankly I've blocked it from my mind. I will stay saner this way, believe me. It's mind boggling what he bought and what he saved.
I am boggled...
So we've gotten to the point where Junk King can come and haul away all the big crap and we can have the estate sale and then actually start the remodel. Dana's having fun planning his new kitchen. We already know we need to redo the electrical, and there's a ton of plumbing work that needs to be done, and some water damage that needs to be repaired (the shower pan in the 2nd floor bathroom has been leaking for as long as I've known Dana), I'm just hoping the inspector doesn't find a ton of shit wrong with the structure of the house that we don't know about.
The dog is still a dick to other people, but he's getting a little better with the help of frequent walks in the park and lots of liver cookies when other people are around. Not great, and I still wouldn't trust him around children or other dogs, but baby steps, ya know?
I've been trading emails with Doyle. He's moved to Hawaii and is in the process of divorcing crazypants. He was always too good for her. hrmmm... I wonder if she still checks on my lj? Honestly, I wouldn't be surprised. Everyone say hi to the crazy lady! *waves*
What else?
Bosslady is still amazingly dim and spaztastic. Vegas is still our vacation of choice (we'll be there on Friday as a matter of fact) and I'm still a conservative living in the People's Republic of San Francisco.
and I think that's about it. Remind me if I've forgotten anything ;)