Fart Garfunkel finally finished and I can actually see ‘the vision’ of what’s to come. Now if the money fairy would drop by and help me with the flooring options all will be good…
View from the hallway…
Circular view, if I were good at taking pictures that is…
But I can wait on the money fairy because Saturday morning – I’m leaving on a jet plane…
Really I wish someone would just shoot me and make this day end! I feel like I am living in a virtual hell right now. My house is a disaster and it makes me not want to even go home after work. Yet, I am exhausted from dealing with the messy crap condition that my house is in and having no rest, for there is no where to rest, so my days at work drag on into eternity.
So what does one do to pass the time living in remodeling limbo?
I had a makeover is what I did!
Before:
And After:
What you can't see is not only did I have a virtual facelift I also stole Catherine Zeta Jone's body! So you want to have a virtual makeover? Just go here:
http://www.marieclaire.com/hair-beauty/trends/articles/virtual-hairstyle-makeovers
Calgon (or Gypsies, I don't care) TAKE ME AWAY!
People that are liars or people that don't do what they say they will do really PISS ME OFF!
The first group, liars, really get on my last nerve. So C3 had the little fender bender, rear-ended someone coming up to a red light. At most, he was going 5, maybe 10 mph. Not a MAJOR collision with tons of damage, actually there is a 2" scratch on our bumper. No other damage to our car, none, zippo. The other guy of course tells me at the site that he has been rear-ended before and the other guy had no insurance. It was quite apparent that he never got his bumper fixed and I actually took pictures just in case he tried to screw us:
Here’s our car:
How about a close up of the damage:
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I mean REALLY, there is a 2" scratch on our bumper and this much damage to his car - I don't think so. Especially since our car is a little BMW that sits MUCH lower than this car.
My first question when I arrived on the scene was "IS ANYONE HURT?" Of course not, they were ALL fine standing around, even told me they were all just fine. NOW, the claim has been upgraded to an 'Accident with Injury' - WTFever! Of course this means they have hired one of those lawyers that advertise on TV that claims they can get you MILLIONS of dollars for your injuries. I'm so pissed off right now I could spit nails because I'll probably lose my insurance or it will go up so high that I'll have to sale my house. Son of a frickin basket eater...
Speaking of houses... the Fart Garfunkel construction dude has pissed me off too. I purposely was late to work yesterday to give him instructions on where to put the dumpster that was supposed to be delivered at 9 am. Of course by 9 am it wasn't there but I told him where to put it and also explained that we had moved all furniture possible and covered the rest with tarps because I did NOT want my good furniture getting dirty. Hmphh! He called Hubby later and told him that the dumpster they delivered was too BIG for the driveway and couldn't deliver another until Monday. He asked if we wanted him to wait and start on Monday. Of course he was SUPPOSED to start on Tuesday but moved that to Thursday for unknown reasons so Hubby told him no, go ahead and start. The PLAN was for him to build a supporting structure around the area to a) make sure the ceiling and roof did not cave in and b) to contain the mess. This is what I drove up to at 6:00:
FRICKING AWESOME! Let's see how fast the City can fine me for this!
And that supporting structure wall? No where to be found but this big old mess is what I have:
And the final thing to piss me off – C3 himself. Just got his report card, not really happy with the fact that he FAILED Spanish and had 3 C’s to boot. On my shit list, you better believe it!
So today is the BIG day! I took my 'before' pics to share with you last night but somehow managed to forget them today. That would probably be because Hubby was acting like a Sergeant General last night and forcibly making C3 and I move ALL of the furniture and knick knacks out of the three 'under construction' rooms so that nothing got 'messed up.' Have you ever tried to move 3 rooms worth of furniture and STUFF into one small spare bedroom? Good times, good times.
I am a little, shall we say concerned, about this new demolition project of Hubby's. I'm not so sure 'concerned' is the right word, more like SCARED TO FRICKING DEATH...
The walls that are going to be, um, deleted, from my home are actually what are referred to as load bearing walls (thanks Chris!).
Yes, LOAD BEARING WALLS, so can you see my concern?
I guess I should have faith in the contractor, however he doesn't really look like a normal contractor. He actually looks like a mini-me Art Garfunkel, remember him?
The only real difference is that he's sporting the old Beatles bowl cut, you remember those?
Actually if this dude picture had blonde hair, it would look very similar to the contractor... It's really hard to tell if his hair is real or a really bad toupee. Scary.
My faith was a little rocked yet again this morning when he showed up wearing these, which were at least 40 years old and 3 inches too short...
Yeah, that was something I dressed my TODDLERS in...
Better yet, his two 'workmen' reminded me of these fellows:
Seriously.
And this my friend is all Hubby's idea. I'm putting this in print just in case my roof caves in when the fireplace and LOAD BEARING WALL removal causes my roof to collapse and I am homeless...
Thanks HUBBY!
