yesterday was busy
I was very busy yesterday, which is why I didn't post.
First, things are starting to get very busy at the food bank, plus one of the other volunteer supervisors didn't show so I had to cover both projects for them. The bright side is I got to use the "walkie-ridey" which is pretty cool cause you just get to stand on it, but it's a bitch to do precision work with. One of these days I'll get my forklift certificatin and then you can all be very very afraid :)
So, everyone's gettin the "chrismas guilties" and starting to volunteer. In two weeks we'll be doing the holiday meal boxes for thanksgiving and it'll be a huge production of madness (lot of people show up). Thankfully Jen's schedule is clear so hopefully she'll be there to help lead a group as well. Also, thanks to a very good, but amazingly cavalier friend we were able to get the new trim work for the familyroom/kitchen/etc area yesterday from Lowes.
Check this, we've been waiting for over a month to pickup 12 pieces of 8' long millwork, but every time we stop by they say they don't have any and will place an order with the maker. Flash forward a month and no millwork. Needless to say we were not happy, especially since our 10% off coupon was going to expire soon, so they offered to give us the 12' boards for the price of the 8' ones. Which was a sweet freakin' deal. 8' is hard enough, but how in the hell were we going to fit 12' in Jen's escort? Thankfully, Tim has a very large, older, truck that he was willing to use to help us get the wood home. Apparently he doesn't actually believe in tieing the wood down at all, but we made it home with no casualties execept my nerves. :) Then we went to Woodfield...god I remember now why I hate to shop. That place is just full of the craziest people god ever created after binge drinking. Plus the fashion world has gone crazy. This is why I stick with blue jeans...they never go out of fashion and generally are cheap. Of course the funniest part of purchasing clothes now is that they are all ready discolored, dirtied and/or ripped. Excuse me? I'm buying new jeans to REPLACE my dirty, ripped ones at home. I don't need them pre trashed for me thank you, I do quite a fine job on my own of destroying them. Maybe I can get a job as the guy who destroys the jeans for them so they look trendy. Whats next? Fake calluses? I mean jesus christ, I don't need somebody to rip my jeans already for me. I rip them enough on my own. Hell, I usually end up duct taping them because I ripped them. Maybe that's the next big thing, pre-duct taped jeans.Maybe I could sell my old, nasty, dirty, duct taped jeans to celebrities.... On the shopping note, what sadistic motherfucker decided to only put one chair outside the woman's dressing room? I mean come on, they must know that there's gonna be a waiting line of guys fighting over who's the alpha male that get's to sit in the chair. Pretty soon I expect to be grunting and flinging my own feces. Somewhere there's an ex-nun watching all this on a closed circuit camera cackling to herself over this. Also, don't think that sitting in the chair means you've won. Oh no. It's no different than being dragged through the streets of an old colonial town as a witch and having stones and dead cats thrown at you. Now, sitting there in the little old rickety chair, you have to endure all the looks of other women heading in to try on clothes. And of course every looks pretty much says the same thing "oh my god, is he the crazy dressing room guy? How do I even know he has somebody in there he's waiting for? Maybe he just likes to sit infront of dressing rooms and sniff people as they walk past......freak!" On the plus side, sitting there on that chair is much easier since I have free space where my nuts used to be...
So, everyone's gettin the "chrismas guilties" and starting to volunteer. In two weeks we'll be doing the holiday meal boxes for thanksgiving and it'll be a huge production of madness (lot of people show up). Thankfully Jen's schedule is clear so hopefully she'll be there to help lead a group as well. Also, thanks to a very good, but amazingly cavalier friend we were able to get the new trim work for the familyroom/kitchen/etc area yesterday from Lowes.
Check this, we've been waiting for over a month to pickup 12 pieces of 8' long millwork, but every time we stop by they say they don't have any and will place an order with the maker. Flash forward a month and no millwork. Needless to say we were not happy, especially since our 10% off coupon was going to expire soon, so they offered to give us the 12' boards for the price of the 8' ones. Which was a sweet freakin' deal. 8' is hard enough, but how in the hell were we going to fit 12' in Jen's escort? Thankfully, Tim has a very large, older, truck that he was willing to use to help us get the wood home. Apparently he doesn't actually believe in tieing the wood down at all, but we made it home with no casualties execept my nerves. :) Then we went to Woodfield...god I remember now why I hate to shop. That place is just full of the craziest people god ever created after binge drinking. Plus the fashion world has gone crazy. This is why I stick with blue jeans...they never go out of fashion and generally are cheap. Of course the funniest part of purchasing clothes now is that they are all ready discolored, dirtied and/or ripped. Excuse me? I'm buying new jeans to REPLACE my dirty, ripped ones at home. I don't need them pre trashed for me thank you, I do quite a fine job on my own of destroying them. Maybe I can get a job as the guy who destroys the jeans for them so they look trendy. Whats next? Fake calluses? I mean jesus christ, I don't need somebody to rip my jeans already for me. I rip them enough on my own. Hell, I usually end up duct taping them because I ripped them. Maybe that's the next big thing, pre-duct taped jeans.Maybe I could sell my old, nasty, dirty, duct taped jeans to celebrities.... On the shopping note, what sadistic motherfucker decided to only put one chair outside the woman's dressing room? I mean come on, they must know that there's gonna be a waiting line of guys fighting over who's the alpha male that get's to sit in the chair. Pretty soon I expect to be grunting and flinging my own feces. Somewhere there's an ex-nun watching all this on a closed circuit camera cackling to herself over this. Also, don't think that sitting in the chair means you've won. Oh no. It's no different than being dragged through the streets of an old colonial town as a witch and having stones and dead cats thrown at you. Now, sitting there in the little old rickety chair, you have to endure all the looks of other women heading in to try on clothes. And of course every looks pretty much says the same thing "oh my god, is he the crazy dressing room guy? How do I even know he has somebody in there he's waiting for? Maybe he just likes to sit infront of dressing rooms and sniff people as they walk past......freak!" On the plus side, sitting there on that chair is much easier since I have free space where my nuts used to be...