Have you ever just had the feeling that you can build anything as long as you had the tools for it? Because for most of my life that is exactly how I felt. That is until I bought my self some Ikea furniture. Let me tell you something. Ikea furniture was spawned from hell! I truly believe that who ever came up with the idea for Ikea wanted to see the world burn... Well one day I decided to act like a grown up and buy my self a dresser and another weird set of skinny drawers. So I find the furniture that will fit perfectly into my room and I drive happily over to the store to pick it up. My first problem was how heavy the boxes were! I swear each of them weighed about 80 lbs.
I finally get them back to my house and take the boxes into my tiny room so that I can start building. At this time I was so excited to build something with my own two hands, I felt like a freaking superhuman! I don't know why it felt so awesome, but it did. So I open up the dresser boxes and began sorting out all of the different pieces of wood and metal, I was feeling like a boss. Well I actually began putting it all together and let me tell you what! I hate building things! I stabbed my finger with the screw driver like 20 times, and yes I cried! I was so frustrated with the 10,000 screws that came with the damn thing! The Ikea booklet came with a picture of two people smiling, meaning that it required another person to help build it. Well I was on my own and I was miserable. Actual it took me about a week to build it because I would get so frustrated and angry with the thing that I would just give up and walk away. But when I finished the dresser I felt like a freaking boss!
The next week I built another set of drawers. Again I smashed my fingers, but I managed to finish that set in about two hours. The problem with me is that sometimes I feel like I have the memory of a goldfish because I quickly forget how much I have hurt my hands and then I want to build something again. This is a sad cycle that I never seem to be able to get out of because about two weeks ago I built a garden in my back yard and ended up with a bunch of painful calluses on my hands. I have no idea what I will build next but I do know that I will probably end up hurt and I will most likely end in tears again. But at the end I will be a freaking super boss and I will feel so awesome that next week I will probably build something else and start the whole cycle over again.
Saturday, May 30, 2015
Tuesday, April 28, 2015
The Sink
Two things that should be known about where I live.
1. I live by a field and a canal so we do get mice, rats, and snakes in our house. (Eww)
2. I live in a house with only females
Because my house is full of women our bathroom drains tend to get seriously clogged. My mother is a brave and resourceful woman who takes apart the bathroom drains and cleans every last hair out. Its disgusting and I tend to be in the opposite end of the house when she takes on that particular task.
Well the other day I came home from school and as soon as I came in the door my mother was calling into the bathroom to look at something. I responded by telling her that there was nothing in the bathroom that I would want to come and see. She made me come in anyway. In her hands was a pink bucket and inside was a black clump. Well she was poking at it. Gross I know. Then she looked up at me and said.
"We had a snake in our drain. Look at the snake skin"
I almost gagged and quickly left the bathroom. I do not understand how she was not disgusted by it. Motherhood I guess.
So later that afternoon my little sister came home from school and my mom was showing her pictures of the snake skin.
My little sister looked at my mom and said. "That's not a snake skin, that's a decomposing snake."
I'm assuming that all of the soaps and fruity smelling products that washed down the drain on a regular basis hid the smell.
I'm assuming the snake came from the field and found its way into our sewer and into our pipes.
Seriously, I am so grossed out by it... Just the thought of it dying while I was washing my face makes me nauseous.
1. I live by a field and a canal so we do get mice, rats, and snakes in our house. (Eww)
2. I live in a house with only females
Because my house is full of women our bathroom drains tend to get seriously clogged. My mother is a brave and resourceful woman who takes apart the bathroom drains and cleans every last hair out. Its disgusting and I tend to be in the opposite end of the house when she takes on that particular task.
Well the other day I came home from school and as soon as I came in the door my mother was calling into the bathroom to look at something. I responded by telling her that there was nothing in the bathroom that I would want to come and see. She made me come in anyway. In her hands was a pink bucket and inside was a black clump. Well she was poking at it. Gross I know. Then she looked up at me and said.
"We had a snake in our drain. Look at the snake skin"
I almost gagged and quickly left the bathroom. I do not understand how she was not disgusted by it. Motherhood I guess.
So later that afternoon my little sister came home from school and my mom was showing her pictures of the snake skin.
My little sister looked at my mom and said. "That's not a snake skin, that's a decomposing snake."
I'm assuming that all of the soaps and fruity smelling products that washed down the drain on a regular basis hid the smell.
I'm assuming the snake came from the field and found its way into our sewer and into our pipes.
Seriously, I am so grossed out by it... Just the thought of it dying while I was washing my face makes me nauseous.
Sunday, March 29, 2015
The Stalking Chihuahua
So I have a pet chihuahua and I believe that he is plotting my death.
This story is a very short one because it is not yet finished.
So the reason that I believe that my chihuahua is plotting to kill me is because of how he behaves around me. When my family is home he always cuddles with me and whines for attention but when my family leaves he acts differently. I will be walking around my house minding my own business and doing whatever the heck that I usually do and then I will see my little dog. He will be in odd places watching me, around dressers or walls but always at a distance. He wont move when I call to him and just continues to stare at me. If its not creepy enough that he watches me from around corners and furniture but he always squints his eyes and it makes his adorable face look angry. He never wags his tail and he never comes when I call. Then my family comes home and we are best friends again. But as soon as they leave it goes back to the stalking and the death glares.
So he has to be plotting something, and naturally I believe that it is to kill me.
This story is a very short one because it is not yet finished.
So the reason that I believe that my chihuahua is plotting to kill me is because of how he behaves around me. When my family is home he always cuddles with me and whines for attention but when my family leaves he acts differently. I will be walking around my house minding my own business and doing whatever the heck that I usually do and then I will see my little dog. He will be in odd places watching me, around dressers or walls but always at a distance. He wont move when I call to him and just continues to stare at me. If its not creepy enough that he watches me from around corners and furniture but he always squints his eyes and it makes his adorable face look angry. He never wags his tail and he never comes when I call. Then my family comes home and we are best friends again. But as soon as they leave it goes back to the stalking and the death glares.
So he has to be plotting something, and naturally I believe that it is to kill me.
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