Archive for August, 2011

Randomness, Pt 29753

Wednesday, August 31st, 2011

Today I made (per request) a card that ended up being so pretty I’m not sure I want to give it away. 🙁

Also, as I am Possibly the Awesomest Wife Ever, I bought hubby a ROBOT!

How cool is that? Even though I apparently cannot take a photograph to save my life, I dare you to say that the robot is not cool. Robots = cool, period.

I have a ton of pictures from our trip to Ranua Zoo a few weeks ago (polar bears! pigs! wild boar!) , but I haven’t gotten around sorting them (nor have I sorted out the pictures from our mini-honeymoon-trip of last autumn to the same location), but I will. I promise. Things will ensue their normal mode when we’re done with renovating ALL the things! Also I need to update shit, but laaawd, it’s way too brain-capacity wasting for now. Meh. :/

Fog

Thursday, August 25th, 2011

So I was making my way to Mom’s this morning. Lovely morning alltogether, yes. A nice foggy and somewhat soggy autumnish morning indeed. And then it happened. The view from the car looked like this:

and the remote controlled information roadsign thingamadoo, that was barely visible through the fog at only a very close proximity reads

!! FOG !!
Oh, really?

FUUUUUUUUUU

Monday, August 22nd, 2011

The title of the post tells you pretty much what I’ve been doing for the past few weeks. Yes, screaming in frustrating anger. Pro tip: buy a house, start renovating, ?????, FUUUUU!

Seriously. The new building (around the inception-wall) is almost finished, but the actual kettle whatchamacallit was supposed to be delivered somewhere around week 2 of August. Guess what. Aa-ha-ha-ha-haa. It has been delayed. It will possibly arrive in two weeks from now. Right.

So ok, we have the upstairs storage space half done. Half done, because we needed to get the new building done, because the kettle thingywotsit was supposed to be here last week. The wee room that has a) the entrance to the upstairs storage space and b) our computers and c) turtle is in a state of fucking chaos, because the two closets we had have been given away to their new owner (as was agreed earlier) which means that the crap in those closets is piled up in little(ish) piles that defy the laws of gravity.

Oh jeez. This is what drives people into drinking. Mmm drink.