Trying to be the good home owner, I wanted to fix the lighting in my living room.

Again, seems like a simple repair.

I went and bought a new light fixture a while ago for the second ceiling fan, since the old one doesn’t work. Paul and Tom decided to change it yesterday, trying to get the house ready for Saturday.

Go figure that the fixture is not the problem!

Tom says that whomever put up the ceiling fan really didn’t know what they were doing.

I guess the wiring from the ceiling is screwy. I’m not sure.

I asked Tom how we fix it, and he said we might have to buy a new ceiling fan.

Seriously? Man, what is the deal?

And, my constant running toilet, which I thought I had fixed. Still running.

Sucky.

Clever title, huh?

I have been forgetting to mention how well Tom’s pressure sore is doing.

I think he’ll be able to stay up all day Saturday with no ill effects. Of course, as long as he remembers to tilt (do pressure releases) regularly.

Basically, the wound has scabbed. Which means, its 99.9% healed.

We’re just waiting on the 0.1% now.

Hopefully it’ll be 100% before Saturday!

I actually got motivated enough to start working on the kitchen floor yesterday.

You wouldn’t know it by looking at it though.

When we had purchased the house, we decided to move one of the cabinets out of the way so there would be better access to the master bedroom for Tom (yes, the bedroom is off the kitchen… anyhow). We marveled at the lack of matching vinyl where the cabinet had once set, but decided that easier access was a higher priority than beauty.

(Actually, I think I said, “Eh, whatever. I don’t care.”)

When we had found the left over flooring the previous owners had left, we thought we were in high cotton. (I don’t know if thats the right phrasing, but I liked it.) Patching the unmatching spot on the kitchen floor should be simple enough, right? Heck – they might of even left the perfect piece that would fit that spot where the counter previously set.

But, no. They didn’t. In fact, I’m not quite sure how they managed to leave us the pieces they did. Its an amazing puzzle that I didn’t want to mess with.

Basically, the pieces that we have (which, actually are large quantities of vinyl) have the pattern going the wrong way. And, by turning the vinyl so the pattern would match, the pieces aren’t long enough to use in the spot that we need repaired. I would have to patch two separate squares of vinyl into this area, which I visualize as being very tacky afterwards.

So, not quite sure of what to do, I neatly rolled back up the vinyl, stuck it back in the corner of my kitchen, and decided that maybe we should purchase a rug.

Home improvements might not be my forte…

I just installed our security system. Rather quick and painless.

It has the option to let us know which door or window has been opened, so Tom can keep track of who is coming or going. Like, if Paul goes out the back to water the plants, it will tell us the kitchen door has been opened.

The company has given us a little time to get adjusted to it before calling the cops to our rescue. So, the representative suggested setting off the alarm once… so we know what it sounds like. (Tom did want to hear it how loud it was.)

Uhm, yeah.

So, I did that.

I think my ears might be bleeding.

If any burglar broke in, and that thing sounds… well, I think they might pitch themselves on the floor, plug their ears and cry like a baby until someone comes to save them. They might willingly escort themselves to the police car and quickly say that they’ll gladly talk about it in jail, just get them away from that ear piercing noise.

Anyhow. I think I’m satisfied.

I hope I never hear that noise again.

Ever.

I don’t know what got into my cats last night. They were definitely up to some mischief! I woke up this morning to a small disaster!

My kitchen cabinet where I store my cleaners was opened and there were two bottles on the floor. (Thankfully they weren’t open.) I know this was Noname’s doing. He is almost too smart for his own good – getting into the cabinets frequently. We constantly yell at him to quit. Yet, if he’s hunting a mouse… I can’t get too angry, can I?

I have a change jar in the bathroom, tucked into a corner. It sets on the edge of a bathroom rug. And, Paul also has one of those rugs that wraps around the base of the toilet. Anyhow, both of those rugs were wadded up in the middle of the floor. Therefore, the jug had slid off the rug and tagged my tub, probably rather violently. It was destroyed. Paul sifted through the glass to remove the change and threw away the jug.

Not to mention Noname’s strong desire to sit on the window ledge in the living room. He weaves in behind the shade. Which has already bent the slats, breaking one. I now have my shade opened enough that he doesn’t have to push it out of his way.

I’m contemplating getting the child proof latches for the cabinets. As for the jug – if I get another – it’ll probably be plastic. Or, it won’t be setting on my floor!

Geez.

These cats think they have the run of the place!

This is my short hair.

Its a little messy due to letting it air dry in the convertible on the way to work.

I’m sure you’re just absolutely estatic that I shared a photo.

Right?

Right.

Continue on, now.

I come home from work today around 3 pm with a door-to-door sales person in my house. Now, no one here has the means to purchase anything from a sales person, so my curiosity is heightened.

I walk in to see Paul and the sales girl standing in my kitchen, and she’s making herself a sandwich?! With my food? I’m a little taken back.

I think to myself: This is my house, right? I’m now feeding strangers?

I walk into the bedroom (Tom wasn’t out of bed yet), and he’s obviously angry at the situation and his lack of ability to do anything about it.

I guess this girl was selling some kind of cleaner for $35, and couldn’t understand how we couldn’t afford it with all of our ‘luxuries’ (ie: Tom’s lap top, my computer, etc.). She had been giving Tom grief about it.

Anyway – I have no idea how she managed to talk Paul into giving her a sandwich through this process.

I walk back out into the kitchen and ask, “So, what are we doing here?”

She says, while picking up a bag of chips, “He said I could make a sandwich, is that okay?”

I’m so baffled at this moment. Do sales people DO this?! I say, “I can’t afford to feed us, but I guess so.”

Her defenses immediately go up as she starts to basically accuse me of lying to her about whether or not I can afford to give her a sandwich. She sets the sandwich down and starts to head towards the door.

Completely out of character for me, I sternly say, “Well, at least take your f*cking sandwich.” (I have no idea where that came from!! I’m not normally rude, especially to people I don’t know!)

Of course, now I’m completely floored. Not only to my reaction of this ridiculous situation, but the fact that she’s listing off items in my house that shows that I can afford to give her a sandwich.

As she’s walking out of my house, I’m following her. She sees my car and turns back to me and says, “Oh yeah, a Saab? And you can’t afford to give me a sandwich?! You have no idea what my life is like.”

I quickly rebut with, “You have no idea what my bills consist of, thank you.”

Then, she has the nerve to say, “Yeah, you probably have never seen a black person.” (Oh, yeah, she’s African American, by the way.)

I say I work with several with better attitudes than hers and she better never come near my property again.

Of course, Tom thinks she might of been casing our house. I can’t deny that she seemed to have an eye for our belongings. Tom gets upset that he cannot physically do anything in case of a robbery or burglary.

I’m still floored by the whole situation. What was my deal? I could of handled that situation so much better on several different levels!

I didn’t get her name (Paul can’t remember what she said her name was). I don’t know what she was selling. I don’t know what company she was with. I barely know what she looked like. I can’t call the police with this itty bit of information… and what good would that do anyhow?

So, instead of buying $35 worth of cleaner, I’ve gotten online and found a security system for $35 a month. It’ll protect all my windows and doors. It looks pretty decent.

It was an investment I wanted to look into in the future anyhow. But, this isn’t exactly how I wanted to go about getting one.

It’ll be installed very soon.

And – note to self – get a NO SOLICITING sign a.s.a.p.