Is it Monday?

No, but it might as well be. After a restless night, I was looking forward to a nice hot shower.

“Nice” and “hot” apparently weren’t options. We have no hot water this morning.

So I had a bitterly cold shower. Which put me in a bitterly rotten mood. Which I am now attempting to remedy with hot coffee.

It’s not working.

Not being a mechanical person, the best I could do was go down to the basement and give the aging hot water tank my most evil glare. If looks can generate hot water, that thing should be heated up to about 1000 degrees. And if that fails, hopefully Trev can use his Mr. Fix-It skills to get us some hot water again.


Pushing my buttons!

The kidlets are driving me insane tonight. Trev is working the afternoon shift, so he isn’t home until 3am. And for some reason, absolutely everything my adorable little demons do are shredding my nerves at the moment.

However, when they’re in bed and sound asleep, I’ll think they’re disgustingly adorable and want to wake them up and snuggle them. I’ve been known to transfer them to my bed in the middle of the night for that very reason. That’s usually the night they’ll decide to either pee while they’re sleeping or develop a nasty stomach bug.

We’re all sharing a very small bedroom right now, due to the renovations. Hopefully, the kids’ rooms will be done sometime in the next month. We’re still at the drywall-hanging stage, and since we’re doing all this ourselves, things take a long time. But I can’t wait to see their little faces light up when their rooms are done and they see what they look like. Oh, and to have our room to ourselves will be incredible. It’ll have been a year on August 9th since we’ve been all sharing a room. A small room. With two adults, two kids, a dog and two cats in it. And someday in the (distant) future, we might even have walls in our room. And paint. And a door. And a lock. You know, all the luxuries most people take for granted.

At times, this is overwhelming. Today is one of those days. I long for a completed house, and to be able to just enjoy life. To relax. To not be stressed and want to rip my hair out. To have pictures on the walls instead of insulation. To be able to walk through the house without workboots. To have furniture that isn’t covered in drywall dust. To have a door on the bathroom.

So it’s possibly just circumstances and the kids probably aren’t pushing my buttons. OK, maybe a little bit. I have to admit I was confused and a little frustrated when I went to drink my glass of water and found all my hair elastics floating in it. And I don’t know why Keegan felt the need to put the dog’s leash on Aislinn and take her for a walk and consequently rip her brand new dress. And if I have to listen to their rendition of Adventure Time’s “bacon pancakes” song one more time, I might possibly drive an ice pick into my brain.

Apparently I’m off to locate an ice pick. So be it.

“Inspire Me!”

What was the one experience that completely changed your life? What happened? How did it change your life?

It’s mundane, but my kids changed my life. I’ve always had a selfish streak (and I still have one when it comes to sharing food), but the second my son was born, I realized I would sacrifice anything and everything for his happiness and well-being. Except food.



Let’s talk pallets.

I’ve recently become obsessed with wood pallets. We purchased an old (1915) handyman special house last summer and are in the depths of reno despair. We’re doing our renovations as cheaply as humanly possible, and I’m absolutely loving some of the cool ideas I’ve seen involving wood pallets. OK, so I’d much rather go to a fancy furniture store with my credit card (providing it had any space on it) and just load it up, but that’s not feasible until we win the lottery. So pallets it is.

I’ve convinced Trev (my not-so-easily persuaded husband) that pallets are a wonderful, sustainable, renewable (did I mention cheap and/or free?!?) source of furniture, siding, building material, etc. Bookshelves, tables, bed frames, porches, swings, cupboards, chairs, you name it. I’ve mentally “pallet-ized” our entire home. However, I’m one of these lucky people who has grandiose ideas and absolutely no sense of style whatsoever. I’ll have to post pics when I get around to actually attempting some of these fabulous ideas. Just so everyone can have a good laugh. 🙂

We have a shop (OK, so it’s really more of a large pile or rotting wood and rusting metal that houses junk) that we’re going to attempt to do in pallet wood siding. That way, if it’s an epic fail, it’ll be a cheap fail. Oh yeah, I’ve got the brains in our family. I’m prepping for a fail and saving money all at the same time. I’m ridiculously logical.




Well. It has been brought to my attention by a few people that I should start a blog.

I’m not sure why. Rumour has it that my self-deprecating nature can be quite humorous. Or possibly it’s just so that people would rather me write so they can opt to read it or not, rather than being forced to listen to me ramble on about things in person. Because truly, I ramble. About anything and everything, regardless if it’s private and personal, unimportant or uninteresting.

So this is the beginning. 

I often think of myself as being the most convoluted person on the planet, so maybe some other poor souls out there can read up and take comfort in the fact they are most likely quite normal compared to me. Or maybe this will be a learning experience for me, and I’ll discover that I’m actually quite normal. OK, so that’s probably highly unlikely. But whatever.