which way did he go, george?
Warning for boring informational dump type of update.
I couldn't find Roper yesterday when I went to pick him up (I was late but after talking to the dude who works the lobby at the McD's we were meeting, he wasn't there for the meeting, either, but much earlier in the day). This worries me because I like the guy. I hope he is okay, where ever he wound up and that God provided him a safe, warm place to sleep. The only thing that eases my mind is that he knows our phone number and that we have work for him here at the house. If he wants to be 'found', he knows how to do it.
I've been having internet issues during the remodel, if you've missed me on AIM. Lose the net at random intervals for a while.
Leah, I've made some progress on the finishing BETA for your frak!fic but I'm not quite done yet. I've had a hard time concentrating on it for some reason, sorry. I'll get there. About half of it is left.
Honored Friend is due to have her baby in four weeks. Where the heck did those other eight months go? I can't believe it is almost time! I also can't believe she was going to try shoveling a foot of snow off her own drive yesterday. *growls* She didn't in the end. I went over and did half before church and half after church... then we went sledding. Have you ever seen a fat lady and a really, really pregnant lady go sledding? That could be an entry all on its own if I tried to describe the hilarity. We had a blast with the kids, though.
On the subject of Baby coming, the deadline for finishing the upstairs remodel has been creeping up for a long time. Now it is pounding on the door and I'm beginning to get stressed. I need our bedroom moved back upstairs before April 1st. That is when I start the new job with the blog and when I am suddenly on call for Honored Friend for baby stuff. I won't have time to finish it up there after that! *breathes* Must remain calm. Must mud the walls.
Actually, Dean and Roper made so much progress last week together! Roper was teaching Dean how to do the framing and hang and level the door and so, so much more. *worries again* My father is coming this weekend and Dean traded days off so I'm hoping they will finish framing in the closets and get the cabinetry installed in the studio. If that much gets done, then Dean and I can do the mudding, texturing, painting, and finish work. We are having the carpet installed. Such fun! lol. At least at the end of this, I will have my coveted workspace (MIne! My precious!) and Dean will have his bedroom upstairs, insulated against noise, with one tiny window that is easy to cover. In short, he will have his sleeping cave. With two closets, of course.
Speaking of Dad coming... that means Mom is coming and that means I have a lot to do. I've got to find somewhere to board Ginnie while Mom is here because of her allergy/asthma combo. Then I must clean like a monkey. Honored Friend is allowing me to borrow her steam cleaner, just to be sure. We don't want ER visits this weekend.
The sad part is that I've slowly begun to enjoy cleaning as a pasttime and therepeutic distraction. I also drive a mini-van. My kids play soccer..... I sound so...... normal. Part of me rebels against this, but only the part deep down inside that thought I would live in Africa by this point in my life-- flying bush planes and running an orphanage. Maybe there is still time for that when the kids go to college? We'll have to see. For now, it's one day at a time for me. Actually, it's one chore at a time. Now where did I put that dust rag?
EDIT: I went to hit 'POST' and the internet went out on me again.
I couldn't find Roper yesterday when I went to pick him up (I was late but after talking to the dude who works the lobby at the McD's we were meeting, he wasn't there for the meeting, either, but much earlier in the day). This worries me because I like the guy. I hope he is okay, where ever he wound up and that God provided him a safe, warm place to sleep. The only thing that eases my mind is that he knows our phone number and that we have work for him here at the house. If he wants to be 'found', he knows how to do it.
I've been having internet issues during the remodel, if you've missed me on AIM. Lose the net at random intervals for a while.
Leah, I've made some progress on the finishing BETA for your frak!fic but I'm not quite done yet. I've had a hard time concentrating on it for some reason, sorry. I'll get there. About half of it is left.
Honored Friend is due to have her baby in four weeks. Where the heck did those other eight months go? I can't believe it is almost time! I also can't believe she was going to try shoveling a foot of snow off her own drive yesterday. *growls* She didn't in the end. I went over and did half before church and half after church... then we went sledding. Have you ever seen a fat lady and a really, really pregnant lady go sledding? That could be an entry all on its own if I tried to describe the hilarity. We had a blast with the kids, though.
On the subject of Baby coming, the deadline for finishing the upstairs remodel has been creeping up for a long time. Now it is pounding on the door and I'm beginning to get stressed. I need our bedroom moved back upstairs before April 1st. That is when I start the new job with the blog and when I am suddenly on call for Honored Friend for baby stuff. I won't have time to finish it up there after that! *breathes* Must remain calm. Must mud the walls.
Actually, Dean and Roper made so much progress last week together! Roper was teaching Dean how to do the framing and hang and level the door and so, so much more. *worries again* My father is coming this weekend and Dean traded days off so I'm hoping they will finish framing in the closets and get the cabinetry installed in the studio. If that much gets done, then Dean and I can do the mudding, texturing, painting, and finish work. We are having the carpet installed. Such fun! lol. At least at the end of this, I will have my coveted workspace (MIne! My precious!) and Dean will have his bedroom upstairs, insulated against noise, with one tiny window that is easy to cover. In short, he will have his sleeping cave. With two closets, of course.
Speaking of Dad coming... that means Mom is coming and that means I have a lot to do. I've got to find somewhere to board Ginnie while Mom is here because of her allergy/asthma combo. Then I must clean like a monkey. Honored Friend is allowing me to borrow her steam cleaner, just to be sure. We don't want ER visits this weekend.
The sad part is that I've slowly begun to enjoy cleaning as a pasttime and therepeutic distraction. I also drive a mini-van. My kids play soccer..... I sound so...... normal. Part of me rebels against this, but only the part deep down inside that thought I would live in Africa by this point in my life-- flying bush planes and running an orphanage. Maybe there is still time for that when the kids go to college? We'll have to see. For now, it's one day at a time for me. Actually, it's one chore at a time. Now where did I put that dust rag?
EDIT: I went to hit 'POST' and the internet went out on me again.