Hi, Mom
1st, I slept late because I was up late feeling sorry for myself. Then my SIL called me because her car wouldn't start. I answered the phone and said "Hi, Mom."
As soon as she made sure she was really talking to me, she died laughing. I went over to her house and we tried to jump her car. Then we took the battery to a cart parts store and had it looked at. It was fine. I offered to take her to the store, but she didn't want to bother me so much. Its no bother, really. She hasn't been around our family long enough to realize we do that to each other and think its fine. If I show up for help, I'm going to help all day. All of us will. But she was at her house and perfectly fine, so there you are.
Then while I was driving over, she called my bro on the phone to tell him I was coming and told him I answered the phone asleep and called her mom. I'm making everyone's day. I told Matt and I'm telling you. A doctor woke me up in a hospital once and I called him mom. Its a real thing I got there.
My brother, her husband, had changed the manifold and the converter and the exhaust pipe was full of chunks of rust, causing a blockage. He took the O2 sensor off, attempted vacuuming loose particles through the hole, rattled the pipes a little to shift every thing and the car started. Beats standing it on the rear bumper and shaking it. Hope they never drive the car downhill much.
I'm collecting everything I need to do some drywall repair in the basement. A dork who used to live here made a really stupid shelf out of drywall in one of the bathrooms. It looks awful and its not even big enough to be useful. The plan is to cut it out of the corner and replace it with plain flat wall and get a cabinet from one of the junk stores to keep towels in. We keep the towels in that bathroom stored folded in a laundry basket. Because of this stupid shelf, there's only room for the tiniest of vanities. Maybe we could find a bigger vanity from Habitat or a pantry style cupboard to sit next to the one that's already in there and hold towels and all the other crud that's sitting around the room.
The really sad thing is, who ever added this bathroom to the house made it big enough for a 6 foot long vanity and then put in the tiniest one I've ever seen. It barely holds the tiniest sink I've ever seen and underneath there's room for a 4 pack of TP and extra cups & soap and that's all. So we have stuff stacked everywhere because we like to buy huge packs of TP and 20 bars of soap at a time and quart bottles of shampoo. We hate running out of stuff. And don't forget the stylish blue plastic laundry basket full of towels for our guests.
I have a whole sheet of drywall, about 5 different kind of saws, drills, mud, tape, screws, paint, 2 sawhorses and a table. I have to run out and get new drill bits.
I wish I could have bought half a sheet of drywall. You can buy half a sheet of plywood.
I only need the nerve. My dad showed me how to do small repairs, I'm reading a book I've borrowed, the lady next door knows how to do it and its just a matter of guts and having her coach me once I get those drill bits.
Later, we will need tile or lino in there and I need to be told how to do that as well. Tile seems simpler because its self sticking and its one little square at a time. Of course, the toilet will have to come out and go back in. Its always something.
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As soon as she made sure she was really talking to me, she died laughing. I went over to her house and we tried to jump her car. Then we took the battery to a cart parts store and had it looked at. It was fine. I offered to take her to the store, but she didn't want to bother me so much. Its no bother, really. She hasn't been around our family long enough to realize we do that to each other and think its fine. If I show up for help, I'm going to help all day. All of us will. But she was at her house and perfectly fine, so there you are.
Then while I was driving over, she called my bro on the phone to tell him I was coming and told him I answered the phone asleep and called her mom. I'm making everyone's day. I told Matt and I'm telling you. A doctor woke me up in a hospital once and I called him mom. Its a real thing I got there.
My brother, her husband, had changed the manifold and the converter and the exhaust pipe was full of chunks of rust, causing a blockage. He took the O2 sensor off, attempted vacuuming loose particles through the hole, rattled the pipes a little to shift every thing and the car started. Beats standing it on the rear bumper and shaking it. Hope they never drive the car downhill much.
I'm collecting everything I need to do some drywall repair in the basement. A dork who used to live here made a really stupid shelf out of drywall in one of the bathrooms. It looks awful and its not even big enough to be useful. The plan is to cut it out of the corner and replace it with plain flat wall and get a cabinet from one of the junk stores to keep towels in. We keep the towels in that bathroom stored folded in a laundry basket. Because of this stupid shelf, there's only room for the tiniest of vanities. Maybe we could find a bigger vanity from Habitat or a pantry style cupboard to sit next to the one that's already in there and hold towels and all the other crud that's sitting around the room.
The really sad thing is, who ever added this bathroom to the house made it big enough for a 6 foot long vanity and then put in the tiniest one I've ever seen. It barely holds the tiniest sink I've ever seen and underneath there's room for a 4 pack of TP and extra cups & soap and that's all. So we have stuff stacked everywhere because we like to buy huge packs of TP and 20 bars of soap at a time and quart bottles of shampoo. We hate running out of stuff. And don't forget the stylish blue plastic laundry basket full of towels for our guests.
I have a whole sheet of drywall, about 5 different kind of saws, drills, mud, tape, screws, paint, 2 sawhorses and a table. I have to run out and get new drill bits.
I wish I could have bought half a sheet of drywall. You can buy half a sheet of plywood.
I only need the nerve. My dad showed me how to do small repairs, I'm reading a book I've borrowed, the lady next door knows how to do it and its just a matter of guts and having her coach me once I get those drill bits.
Later, we will need tile or lino in there and I need to be told how to do that as well. Tile seems simpler because its self sticking and its one little square at a time. Of course, the toilet will have to come out and go back in. Its always something.
This entry was originally posted at dreamwidth.org