Tuesday, April 8, 2008

Andrew is funny!

My brother told me this story...

Andrew wanted to ride home with Uncle Brent on his motorcycle on Sunday. Brent told him no because he (Andrew) is still too small to ride on it. That's when Andrew made a muscle with his arm and told Brent:

"Feel this muscle.... It'll rock your world!"

Too funny!

I give up!

The house viewing never happened. It was too late on Saturday when I told Jason about it. Sunday I was asked to pick up my mom from the airport so we couldn't do it then either and so far this week it hasn't happened.

I brought up the subject again today and Jason wasn't into it. He complained that he didn't want to move and he didn't want to move to the town that the house is in. I just can't seem to get him to realize that this is a HOUSE, it's not connected to another house (like a duplex) or several houses (like a condo or apartment), it comes with clearly defined boundaries so you don't have to worry about infringing on someone-else's half of a yard or shed or hall or... so on.

I don't think he can see past "move". He's hung up on costs - which should be a lot less than they were when we last moved since I don't think we'd need to rent a van like we did when we moved here. This move would be shorter than the last one, distance-wise. We'd have use of my brother's pick up and my parents' mini-van (with removable seats).

Anyway, all of this means nothing because I've given up. I'm not bringing the subject up anymore. I'll just sit by and patiently wait until HE wants to move, if that day ever comes.

Saturday, April 5, 2008

A move? Maybe?!?

For the last couple weeks, every time I'm on my way to work I've been seeing a "for rent" sign for a house. I kept thinking the sign listed the price in the $600 range and I thought I was insane for seeing that. Nothing around here, no house, unless it's tremendously ghetto, would be rented for that small a price. However, on my way home from work today I remembered to stop and look at the sign. It really does say that there's a 2 bedroom house (yes, HOUSE) with central air, washer, dryer, stove, and fridge for...get this...$695!!! That's less that what I pay in rent where I am now!! Where I am now is a duplex (in case you missed that post).

I checked out the house. It's at the very end of a dirt road, nestled in a little subdivision-like area. It's right around the corner from my parents' house, but closer to them than we are now (something in the neighbourhood of 1/2 a mile instead of the 2 miles we are now).

Granted, the street was FULL of potholes and really treacherous to drive down, BUT... the next street over is paved. That means you can avoid some of the crappy dirt road potholes if you turn toward the north instead of following the street out to the main road. Anyway, I digress.

Back to the house... It looked to be a smallish possibly 2 story home. There didn't appear to be a garage but maybe there is something like a shed in the backyard (I didn't hang around too long inspecting). I couldn't tell if it had a basement or not. If it does, that's a HUGE bonus. If not, no biggie. The yard isn't fenced but that's not a big deal. The one thing I immediately noticed after I found it was that one side backs up to trees with more trees beyond them, it's possibly a great set up for amateur radio antennas!

I mentioned my discovery to Jason today and he said we'd check it out. I'm pretty geeked. I'd MUCH rather live in a HOUSE than a duplex or apartment. Even if we don't own it, it's a HOUSE!!! And it's in the school district that we're currently in. Jamie wouldn't have to change schools (although he'll have a fit if we do end up moving away from his precious fishing lake), only Andrew would go to a different school. But that's not a problem, he hasn't even started school yet.

Jason claims I'm a nomad (we have done quite a bit of moving in the last 10 years). I just hope he likes the place and is willing to investigate further into it. And I hope it's not a dump of some kind...

If it sucks, there's also a rent to own place a couple streets down....

I'll keep you posted... :)

Thursday, April 3, 2008


Today at work I was setting tables when the lead resident assistant came through the room. She mentioned that the main dining room had an extra table they wanted to get rid of and that we should move one of the bigger tables to a new spot because there were too many people at a smaller table. I asked if she wanted to take care of it right away and she said yes so we swapped the big table and the smaller table (just for reference - the smaller table was HEAVIER than the bigger table, how insane is that?!). Then we went and got the flatbed to move the extra table from the main dining room. That table was the same size and heavier weight as the one from our dining room, we tried to turn it on end to put it on the flatbed but it was too heavy. In the process of turning it I'd grabbed the bottom of the table and managed to attempt to tear my right thumbnail off. It snagged on the ragged underside of the bottom of the table and when it snagged it didn't want to let go. The nail never broke or tore off but I did bleed a little under the nail, as you can see here:

See under the white tip on the left side that reddish brownish marking? That's the dried up blood. And that lighter whitish part that continues from the dried blood? That's where the nail bent backward.
Here's a close up:

It sure hurt!
After the incident, and once we'd finished moving the tables, the lead R.A. gave me some antibacterial ointment and some band-aids for my now-throbbing thumb. I don't know if either really helped, my thumb still hurts! Let's hope it heals quickly...

Double meanings

Last Saturday (the 29th) we went to the mall. For whatever reason, when we arrived and parked and just after Andrew had taken off his seat belt and leaned forward between the front seats he said to me:

"Mumma, I don't want you to go to heaven."

Just out of nowhere he said it. My brain processed it immediately as meaning something like "go to hell" but what he really meant was that he didn't want me to die.

Don't worry, I'm fine. I'm not sick or anything.

I don't know why he was thinking of that but it was kinda funny that he said it, after the original shock of how my brain processed it wore off.