I am guessing I will be loseing my stove/oven on Tuesady or wednesday. But that should mean a new slate floor by Saturday
Just my personal opinion - if you might EVER remove a carpet, don't glue it down.
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I am guessing I will be loseing my stove/oven on Tuesady or wednesday. But that should mean a new slate floor by Saturday
Just my personal opinion - if you might EVER remove a carpet, don't glue it down.
omnis, you're in Texas, right? I didn't go to there when I traveled U.S.. If you live there, however, I promise to come next time I'll be in U.S., which I believe will be in the next decade, unless flight prices will go way high and I'll stay on the same pay level.
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You American guys know I have no idea what poptarts are, right? Or the rest of the Gilmore Girls food.
The shloshim (Hebrew for thirty, marks 30 days after the funeral and placing the tombstone) for my late friend will take place this Friday, and the announcement hit me almost out of the blue. I didn't go for the get together my friends had - it was late, far from my busy-student-life center, and I had 12 hours day in uni the day after, after the first day in uni. I thought it would be too much. The shloshim, however...
First I thought not going there, because it's the weekend and I really, really need the rest, but if I'll have a ride I really think I'll go. The funny thing is, I read the announcement just when I thought about how I'll start my day tomorrow, very her cool way of life style. Guess I did take some attention to take example from her, the wonderful way she lived.
And I want to go there, to celebrate her, to meet with friends, to hug, to console, to be consoled.
And I don't want to go there, to make all this way and not resting, only to be remember once again she's gone.
Speaking of rest, I'm going to bed now: another 12 hours day at uni tomorrow. Will catch up with you later.
beth, I can't imagine any carpet that wouldn't be removed someday. Unless, I mean, you're just gonna tear the house down. But, then, sometimes people are crazy in their remodeling decisions.
Shir, ya, I just moved to Texas. C'mon down. Hmm, I wonder how care packages would be through international customs and all. I could do some baking, throw in some pop tarts. Is it ok I don't follow anything close to Kosher kitchen rules?
FWIW, I think you should go. Something tells me you will get a different kind of 'rest'. Something your mind, heart, and soul need more than your body.
OK, off to work. Blah.
beth, I can't imagine any carpet that wouldn't be removed someday
exactly. There is a small bit left to pull up ( that isn't under the fridge) I'm going to go work on that now, whioe DH gives a guitar lesson.
Then we get to go to the hardware store. Such a romantic life we lead.
beth, I can't imagine any carpet that wouldn't be removed someday
exactly. There is a small bit left to pull up ( that isn't under the fridge) I'm going to go work on that now, whioe DH gives a guitar lesson.
Then we get to go to the hardware store. Such a romantic life we lead.
Lord knows how many square feet of glue under carpet that I've scrubbed off.
It's a shame we can't put together a traveling Buffista work crew. Other people can paint my house and I can hang curtains, hang pictures, and repair and refinish furniture.
old carpet glue smells.
and my fingers hurt - under my fingernails. Why?
I just want to be all strong and independent and not need anyone or their money or whatever. I feel like a leech and gold-digger, and I KNOW that's not the case. I do; and so does he.
I echo all who say it is quite an adult problem. I was in your position when we got together, and it was very stressful, but once we got through it things were much better because everything was out in the open. It's such a relief.
I have to show up for my sleep study at 8 pm. I TRIED to go to sleep early last night, but slept kinda shitty and thus, stayed in bed til 11. What weird dreams. And kinda scary.
BUT my new dr -- sleep specialist-- (damn, I used to never go to the dr. and I've seen three different ones in the last 2 weeks -- I feel like my grandma) raised my Ambien dosage THANK DOG so I can finally take the dosage I need -- 20 mgs -- and not run out in the middle of the month and flip out like a mammal.
Which I think will help my depression AND my insomnia both, since my anxiety about running out and not being able to sleep causes me to, er, flip out like a mammal. (God, that phrase never gets old.)
Anyhoo, I have the Gerorgiana bio to keep me company till I get tired tonight ans I will TRY to sleep. Yay.
And I think I have my 2nd ever yeast infection of my life. Or else poison ivy on my goolie. YOW-ITCH.