Nebshit: Pittsburgh area slang word used to describe a nosy person. That would be me and this is my online journal.
Posted: July 3rd, 2009 | Author: Nance | 2 Comments »
I was waiting for yeast to…shit, I can’t remember what it’s called…oh, Proof!
Note that Rick is behind me at the sink cleaning up dishes. Heh.
Trying to take a picture without the flash. Instead of messing with settings I just hold the flash down. I’m a professional. Snort.
Rick’s faded tattoo (of a panther). Dorky people should not have tattoos (says she who has one of a heart with a lightening bolt).
I really hate when there are things sitting on top of my refrigerator.
So bored.
Picture of my pizza. It isn’t pretty, but it sure did taste good!
Happy Friday!
Posted: July 1st, 2009 | Author: Nance | 1 Comment »
I’m back to being a hypocrite when it comes to bitching about people not updating their journals/blogs every day. What can I say? I’m busy and when I’m not busy, I’m tired. The table mosaic is completely done and totally kicked my ass (and destroyed what’s left of my pathetic spine). I am amazed that there are people out there that actually create pictures with mosaics! Now that I managed to get all of the grout residue off of the wood and it’s all cleaned up I’m really happy with it. One thing I didn’t mention is that standing for so long made my right ankle swell and start hurting. I ended up having a mandatory rest with my foot elevated and ice packed. I had some People magazines that a patient brought in from the office so it was a nice little sit down and read moment. I don’t do that very often so I really enjoyed it.
My next project is to sew some placemats because I’m totally paranoid about white grout and possible stains. I really wish I would have used black grout, but it wouldn’t have looked right with that light colored wood. Sigh. I’m hoping to get to that today. We haven’t really ate at the table because we’ve been busy. Last night I had a banana for dinner (it did not require sitting at the table, go figure). The one time I saw Trey sit down to eat something I gave him a tea-towel to lay down under his plate. Heh. And this all means that sanding the paint off of that cedar chest and refinishing it is going to have to wait. I’m going to be moving the chest into the living room anyway because I have a huge gaping hole where we are missing some furniture.
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We’re missing furniture because I let Alex take it to his new apartment. Yes, you read that right. Alex is moving out. He and a different friend are returning to the same apartment that he rented before. He’s doing it the right way this time and they have been working diligently to paint the place and really fix it up. Unlike the last time when he and some guy just tossed their shit in there and treated it like the hole that it was. There are some interesting twists to the story that is Alex’s life. He’s back in contact with his biological father. The new wife contacted him through his Facebook and I had to laugh when Alex came flying upstairs to ask me what he should do. Um, talk to him. I made it very clear that I have never been a part of their issues and I’m certainly not going to involve myself now. There is a reason that the dude is my ex-husband and in my past and I intend to keep it that way. Alex knows that I wish his sperm donor no ill will and understands why I don’t want to be involved. Years ago, when the shit flew between the two of them I told Alex that it was up to him to make the decision about what he wanted to do regarding contact, etc. I learned from past experience that you cannot win when it comes to divorce and children so I bowed out in order to save myself the headache and I’m content with it staying that way.
I’m just really glad he’s moving out. Alex at 21 is hard for us to live with. He does a lot of stuff that annoys the living shit out of me. He doesn’t eat right, drinks a lot of soda and it was really starting to worry me that he seemed to be content living in my basement doing nothing. I took this picture after having asked him repeatedly to get his garbage ready to go out and he wouldn’t. I went down there and picked up the week’s worth…
Soda, soda, soda. Potato chip bags, pizza boxes, etc. I was furious that there was that much garbage in my basement that needed to be bagged up (I avoid the basement just because that’s his domain and I know that I will have a stroke if I go down). On top of the anger there is the constant worry that he’s destroying himself by never eating anything healthy. I understand the stupidity of young men, but I don’t want to stand around and witness it in my own home. So yeah, happy to see that he’s getting his own place. He says he’ll be cooking for himself more and I’m hoping he’ll figure out soon that filling your body full of garbage will only make you feel like shit. And he’s still planning on starting school in August. Fingers crossed that everything works out!
And now I need to get off the computer and get moving. Busy, busy, busy!
Posted: June 27th, 2009 | Author: Nance | 31 Comments »
95% finished. We had a helluva time because I used unsanded grout. BIG MISTAKE. So Rick went back to the store, got the sanded grout and we did the whole mess all over again. Now I just have to wipe off all the residue, seal it and it will be finished. It’s far from perfect, but I’m happy with it. My next project is going to be stripping that trunk that you see behind the table. I’m hoping to have it done next weekend. And I’ll be honest, the new table makes me want to paint the room again and I know it’s crazy to do, but um, I’m gonna do it. Shh, just don’t tell Rick.
Look what came in the mail today. LOVE IT!
Since Pennsylvania wouldn’t let me have it on my real plate, I’ll use it on the front of the Jeep. Never say no to a bullhead! I was really pissed off at PennDot’s attitude about how someone might think the word shit so I went out and spent $47 to get a Jeep front plate bracket and $20 + shipping for the plate. The fact that people are killing each other in a war, rapes, murder, child molestations, domestic abuse, etc…and they’re worried about the word SHIT? Gimme a break. And seriously, I’m more offended by those stupid hitch covers that look like testicles. Those should be outlawed before the word shit! So yeah, I’ll throw money at something to get my own way. I think it’s worth it. Hee!
I’m outta here.
Posted: June 27th, 2009 | Author: Nance | 22 Comments »
I am in the process of grouting the damn table so I figured I would take a few minutes and write an entry while I wait for it to dry (and also while I wait for Rick to come back with more grout). We were at it until 2:30 am and he’s a wee bit grumpy - which means I’m going to force him to take a nap like a little boy. Hey, it’s either that or I’m going to knife his ass. I’m a little pissed off that I listened to him about the purchase of the grout anyway (we didn’t buy near enough) instead of following my gut. And there’s the whole exclamation of “That’s a $120 worth of grout!” when I asked him to pick up four containers of the shit. It’s NOT $120 worth of grout. Fucktard just didn’t pay attention to the price of what I actually bought when I picked it up. And also, motherfucker spends how much on golf clubs and his precious green fees. He can kiss my big, fat ass. Yeah, I’m cranky too this morning. Had he not started with the sarcasm I would be fine, but as usual, Rick gets his ass in trouble when he opens his mouth without thinking first. I think I’m going to start calling him Jon. Heh. I wonder how many new readers are sitting here thinking that I talk and act just like Kate Gosselin all the time. I don’t. He’s just a putz and I’m just cranky right now. It will all be better when the table is done and over with (and we both get a nap).
This was the table after all of the old tile was ripped out. Maddy inspects the damage. I can’t say that I had anything to do with this because the goddamn pounding sent me over the edge. My mom gave it hell and when Rick got home from work they finished it up while I took a hot shower. Yes, there are pictures of my mom wearing her tube-top and capris combo, with yellow kitchen gloves, white socks and Crocs, but I won’t post them here until she pisses me off. hee!
Rick went to get us pizza for dinner while I tried to clean up the tile breakage mess and figure out if we were going to have enough plates to do this thing (now is a good time to do it, huh?).
I dumped some of the pieces out on the table and spread them out to see what we had. Such a thankless task since I just had to pick them all up and put them away again.
The very first pieces I laid. My mom totally bolted so she would not be involved in the process. Chicken-shit. I also need to mention that the entire time my mom was ripping up tile she would not shut up about the fact that she was worried that her plate would be crooked from the Fiesta pieces and her sauce would pour off her plate when she ate spaghetti. That woman is so weird. I finally told her to shut the fuck up about the sauce or I would write about it in my journal entry and let the whole world know how batshit crazy she is. As you can see, she didn’t shut up about it.
This is the extension for the table. I have no idea why I started there. It was slow going, man.
Yes, I did glue the Fiesta bread tray to the center of the extension! It seemed like a good idea at the time, but it was late. I’m digging it. Besides, the extension comes and goes at whim.
By the time I got to this section it was moving a lot faster.
Rick snapped a picture of me laying the pieces. I see where I wiped my hands on my pants as I was going. I do that all the time when I’m cooking, crafting or painting. One of these days I’m going to sew myself an apron.
We stopped for the night here. It’s not grouted yet. I’m totally digging it so far.
Posted: June 26th, 2009 | Author: Nance | 11 Comments »
Edited to add pictures…
The hated kitchen table.
Close-up of the tile. Peach and gray. Oh, how I hate it!
The first hit.
It’s super slow going.
Shirley is giving it hell! I managed to get tile “grit” in my eye (behind my glasses). She’s wearing her goggles and going nuts. I moved on to breaking plates.
The set-up.
What I can and cannot use. The ones that cannot be used are going to be pushed into cement outside somewhere. I haz a plan. Snort.
I tried a short-cut. That was dumb.
Slowly getting somewhere. I’ll be glad when Rick gets home so he can help me with the nippers. I’m getting more pieces for the outside than the table so I’m giving it a rest for now.
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It’s 1 am and I’m apparently having issues sleeping. I don’t know what the hell is going on with me, but I think it has a lot to do with the fact that my house is in shambles right now. I need order in my life (hello, Krazy Kate) and I can’t even think straight when my house looks like the scene of a crime. The best part is that I haven’t even started doing the mosaic yet. Sigh.
Rick left early Thursday morning to go to the Fiestaware Tent Sale. I truly haven’t had much time to talk to him (I worked late and then we went to visit some friends) so I don’t know all the details of how it went. I do know some bits and pieces though.
There were a helluva lot of people. The prices were incredibly cheap ($1.70 for plates, etc.). He managed to score all of plates that we need. A 13×9 baking dish, an 8×8 baking dish, another canister, and a few other things that I can’t think of right now. We weren’t going down there today for anything but plates so the extras were just bonus items. We’re really twisted in that we like to drive down there for the mini road trip so if I had everything I wanted the trips would be done. God forbid!
In order to not have chaos at this event they post rules. One of the rules was no one under 16 is allowed inside the tent. Trey is 15. He looks to be about 17 (he’s as tall as I am now), but we still decided to not take him because it was against the rules. Rick was royally pissed to see this child down there and I really think his mother should be bitched-slapped. Thankfully the employees did not allow him to enter. Apparently mommy (DUMBFUCKINGCUNT) figured she didn’t need to obey the rules that everybody else had to follow. Hate!
But he managed to get what we needed to complete the table and I’m all happy about it.
AND…
My Nikon D40 arrived. So I’ll be (hopefully) getting good pictures of the process.
Test shot of Waldo with new camera. I like!
And now I need to go clean my house and get to bed. Tomorrow I’ll be busy breaking dishes!
Posted: June 25th, 2009 | Author: Nance | 9 Comments »
This is where I wanted to be yesterday…
And instead I ended up running all over hell’s half acre getting the stuff ready to turn my hateful kitchen table into a Fiestaware mosaic.
Nothing like learning how to break them right before you do it, huh? I already cut the shit out of my finger (grr!), but I grabbed myself a pair of gloves for the next time.
I think it’s going to look so freaking cool when we have all the different colors on the table top. Notice I said think. It could end up looking like crap and I’ll be having to buy a new damn table. Hee!
I have to work a long one today, Rick will be down at the Tent Sale getting the plates (feel free to stalk his ass if you’re down there - make sure he doesn’t buy any Evergreen because I loathe that color), then we have to go to a friend’s house for a get-together. I’m going to start destroying the table and becoming one with a hammer, tile adhesive, grout and sealant on Friday morning. Thank Christ I have a long weekend!
I’ll be sure and take before/after pictures. Unfortunately, the new camera hasn’t come in yet (the tracking says Friday, but I’m hoping for tomorrow). I’m pretty sure I won’t have time to update, but you never know. It could happen.
Peace out, motherfuckers! 
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Here’s something to entertain you while I’m up to my neck in Fiestaware breakage. Rick told me about it and I’m truly surprised I never heard of it before. It’s a website called “Fuck My Life” - I’m amused.
