Hey guys, it's been a while since I posted. Tonight I was struck by the desire to post in my Live Journal. I doubt anyone is still reading this (except Kate!) but I want to keep in touch with folks. Talking about my feelings and such just doesn't come naturally to me which I think causes me a lot of trouble. If I only I could tell people how much I value their friendship without feeling like some sappy loser saying it. Instead I am just kind of quiet. There is your dose of Jenny emo for this post.
I've been keeping pretty busy lately. This weekend I started ripping my house apart so I can "re-do my kitchen". Wait, before you think I've gone housewife, it really does have vinyl flooring that is stained and peeling. And the cabinets are crooked. And an adjoining room has rotten wood under the floor. For some reason I feel the need to justify myself about this project. Would it be wrong to say I want to remodel my kitchen for aesthetic reasons? I think I am a bit at odds with my instincts to be thrifty and practical. If it works (and really, everything is functional except the rotten wood) shouldn't I spend that money on something else? Savings, a trip to Europe, a sweet new bike... so many options.
I think a big reason I want to do this is that love building things. I work on a computer all day. I'm creating something, but it's not a something tangible I can touch and use. And lets face it, IKEA furniture is LEGOs for grownups. I get to build a whole kitchen of the stuff. But first I get to demolish the old cabinets. I'm doing all kinds of handy things. This weekend I hung sheet rock, ripped up old vinyl, and poked around in my crawl space. On schedule for this week in the utility room: replacing the subfloor, installing new flooring, and painting. Am I weird because I like doing stuff other people would rather pay someone else to do?
I guess that's not a bad post for the first one in 2.5 years. I'm going to go see
dfunkman's band Extraordinary Contraptions at Lenny's in a few, see you there maybe!