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Friday, July 25, 2014

988. MOV Was Not Abducted by Aliens

Hello, I am back. 


I would not be surprised if you broke up with my blog while I was on, ahem, hiatus for the past 6 months.  (BTW, I have always liked that word:  hiatus.  Say it with me, hiatus.  Sounds very officialish and important, like its equally impressive literary brother, sabbatical.  Hmmm.) 


The reality is not as romantic and fantastical as hiatus implies.  I was not (in no particular order) abducted by aliens, transferred to Paris, or brainwashed by zealots.  No.  I just spent all that time not blogging and not being online in a semi-productive way:  we renovated our house. 


When I say it like that, I know you picture me rolling up my sleeves and going all DIY.  We actually hired an architect/ builder and they did everything.  I picked out tile.  And light fixtures.  And doorknobs (Did you know there are approximately 4,397,221 choices for doorknobs?).    


We moved out during the chaos (cue violins played by tiny tiny grasshoppers), and just moved back in.  Here is a partial list of things that went wrong:  our hot water was out, the old air conditioning system for the old part of the house went out (but then was fixed), the new air conditioning in the new part of the house went out (but then was fixed), the doorknobs were wrong and removed (square on one side, round on the other!), my carpenter put up shelves in my walk-in closet and accidentally punctured the AC pipe in the process (so the AC was repaired yet again), the exterior door to master bedroom does not lock (so has been boarded off temporarily), several light fixtures have not been installed, and our refrigerator is in the garage (new fridge ordered was discontinued), one of the toilets is improperly installed and has to be fixed... and that list is just since last Wednesday.  Don't get me started on the radiator leaking through the basement ceiling and causing problems there or the kitchen sink being installed to old pipes that were backed up with lint from a washing machine that had been removed five years ago


It is unbecoming to complain when one has everything, but it would be nice to have a toilet. 


So.  There you have it, my life in six paragraphs.  I am back, and I hope you will come back too.  I'll bring the funny and you bring the wine.  Or vodka (I'm not picky). 


MOV   

16 comments:

  1. Yay! Glad you haven't given up on the blog! :) I hope your house stuff goes a bit smoother from here out on out, what a pain.

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    1. Thanks, Teri! So glad you are sticking around. I promise I will give you some words worth reading in the next few weeks. :)
      MOV

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  2. Mobile Operation Veteran, I was concerned that perhaps you had fallen into a crack in the earth, and discovered that your audience had become less appreciative of your wit, but now we know the truth. Probably.

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    1. Tony, my love, I like your explanation MUCH better (would the crack in the Earth be in the Hawaii region because then I am all for it).

      Yes, the truth is that my life is a mess. Or at least my house is. Which spills over in its sticky way to life. *sigh* [throws hand up to forehead dramatically]

      Thank God for my loyal readers like you!!! xoxoxox

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  3. Coincidentally it was only yesterday that I only checked back on your blog to see if you'd written something I may have missed. I'm glad you haven't been abducted by aliens, although reading about your house chaos it may have been easier for you if you had been spirited off for a while.

    Glad you're back anyway, I've got a nice bottle of wine ready and waiting :)

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    1. TigerMouse! Good to see you are still around, and I am having a virtual sip of that wine right now............ mmm. Thanks. =D

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  4. Hey and welcome back. We did some lite remodeling (no moving of walls or adding of rooms) of our kitchen a few years ago. I swore I'd move before doing that again. The dust of refinishing floors almost did me in!

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    1. You are right, Ranci, the dust is crazy. I just try not to breathe too much, only when absolutely necessary.

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  5. My gosh! An abduction might've been more easier to take!

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  6. Drambuie?

    I rarely renovate. I just by the house neXt door every 22 years. Every glacier on earth moves faster than I do.

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    1. I would love to buy the house next door... it has already been remodelled. And it has a pool.

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  7. Well I am back too. But I don't have any excuses other than that yesterday I finally cleaned off the red-neck-looking porch. I know. I'm waiting for the ten piece ensemble and the firework display. The accolades I got from my family were underwhelming although we can actually walk through our porch now. Maybe they're upset that now that we have a clean front porch our house will now look more rip-off-able. I, however, pat myself on the back every time I walk out there. And sometimes I walk out there just to revel in the cleanliness. Now for the back porch that looks like a used parts dump. Come see me over at www.murph4slaw.blogspot.com. I miss your rapier wit...:o)

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    1. Heidi, you need to make a poster that says, "Porch is clean now!" and hang it out there, sort of a visual cue for them.

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    1. Thanks, Jessica! Good to be back. :) I am rusty, but I will get there.

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