Country Girl

There is no other phrase than "god er dun." Yesterday Mom & Dad - ok - really DAD & mom were a huge help around here. Expect some pics tomorrow that showcase the work. But to run down a list real quick...

We (or Dad):
- Disassembed an armoire
- Hoisted an armoire into the loft
- Reassembled an armoire
- Affixed the headboard to the bed
- Hung corner shelves
- Made & Attached some kitchen shelved
- Washed wine glasses (go Mom!)
- Cleared off storage desk
- Removed storage desk
- Hung window grids
- Got stuff from JMs house (3 big wardrobe pieces, grill, elliptical machine, etc.)
- Hung shelves in laundry room
- Hung pot rack
- Changed light bulbs
- Loaded pump house with stuff
- Vacuumed house
- Put stuff from JMs house in the storage/excersise/laundry room
- Hung clothes rod in laundry closet
- Put bedskirt on bed
- Measured for cubbord/chest to go at foot of bed
- Partially arranged living furniture
- Brought in & hooked up new TV definately without having a moment where we thought the TV did not have speakers
- Hooked up PS2 to new TV
- Successfully avoided playing Guitar Hero
- And other stuff.

But, the thing that makes this "Country Girl"

- We loaded the temporary power pole onto Dad's trailor.

Why is that country?

I had to drive the tractor, and I did it all by myself. :-) Hot damn.

Today has not been as productive. I decorated the Christmas tree, which felt silly because I am the only one here. Set out Christmas decorations, which felt even more silly. Ate a bag of popcorn, drank a 2 liter Sundrop, and watched way too much FoodTV. Went by SJs to pick up a package, bought a flat iron, got a few things at lowes, got some groceries, and made tasty shrimp taco things with perfectly ripe avacado!

I also had a crazy emotional spell where I felt worthless, usless, pointless, ridiculous, and generally crappy. The tangent also included some intense crying while in the car, and an angry hate-burst that was not warranted. Sometimes crying feels good, today it did. But for some reason I feel like picking a fight would feel really good. I want someone to piss me off royally, me to yell at them severly, and for me to be right, and for them to admit it. (Please note, that is a rhetorical request. I ask that no one reading this post actually do that. I may have a breakdown.) And which the Christmas stuff felt dumb today I did smile, and feel much happier because my snowmen are out. Getting the ornaments out was nice because it was like lots of little presents and memories wrapped in the box.

Sarah Jane went to a wedding yesterday. She commented on how the high school kids there were acting all dumb and dancing around like fools. She also mentioned that it is kind of sad how as adults we are reduced to drinking alcohol in order to act that free.

There are a lot of other things I would like to write about this evening. But tomorrow may be a bit of a hair challenge, so I have to get up extra early. As a result. I am heading to bed.

Night.