• I Shouldn’t Be A Carpenter*

    Sooo I decided to take the weekend off from writing and relax a bit. (by relax I mean have an insanely busy / productive day on Saturday and a fabulously busy day on Sunday)

    Saturday the Hubster’s dad came for some manual labour a visit and rescued my kitchen. In our old apartment there was this perfect little microwave nook that didn’t take away from my counter space. I love counters. I love to use unnecessary amounts of counter space when I cook because I feel it is the right thing to do. It makes me feel chef-ish. Big mess = great food, right? Right?

    (I don’t always make a big mess. Just almost always. Ha)

    In our new and lovely apartment I did not have my microwave nook. So, the first few hours in our new place were spent surfing the net for a cute, inexpensive white microwave stand… and I found one, at Canadian Tire of all places. IKEA’s selection was not impressive. *sigh* However, as we have not yet purchased a vehicle we needed to wait for someone to rescue us / take us to Crappy Tire. So, for the first few days my nice little (ok, not so little) microwave sat on my kitchen floor.

    This annoyed me, but for a couple of days we didn’t need it so I let it slide.

    As time wore on I realized that I was eventually going to have to start making food in my new kitchen (a girl can only go so long without popcorn, you know…) and moved my microwave onto my counter and half of it (the counter) disappeared. There was no space. None. Zip. GONE.

    Annnd I was sad. For several days my microwave dominated my kitchen counter frustrated me to no end….

    …until Saturday. When the Hubs’ pops drove out and, again, went above and beyond his “Dad Duties” by driving us all over to get things we needed, including my new un-assembled microwave stand.

    Which I tried to build. By myself. Folks, I now know there is a reason why I am not a carpenter. I managed to get the frame of the stand together without too many mistakes, and then it was time to put the back on. I thought I was sooo smart getting it done by myself and hardly having to bug the hubs for help. He and his dad were busy doing macho manly stuff like hanging our ceiling fan and rigging my bike to hang from the ceiling (that’s right–my huge cruiser bike hangs from MY CEILING… crazy) so I thought, “I’m a university graduate–I can figure out how to assemble a little microwave stand, right?”

    WRONG.

    I started hammering away as I put the backing onto place until about the fourth nail when I realized the back was turned the wrong way and you would be able to see holes. So, I thought I would be oh, so, sneaky by taking out the nails and fixing it without the Hubs ever being the wiser. So, I rotated the board around so the holes were all aligned and began hammering again. Now I am a super hammer-er, let me tell you. My nails were in SO well (except for the mistake I made at the top… oops) and I was allllllmost finished when it dawned on me that the outside of the backing probably shouldn’t be white. I flipped the stand over praying that it was white on both sides… but alas, the ugly brown that was supposed to be on the back was now glaring at me between the shelves.

    In a brief moment of panic I began tearing at the nails to try and get them out so I could fix it (again) before the Hubster noticed. Unfortunately my oh-so-amazing nailing job came back to haunt me as I couldn’t get a single one out. When I realized I couldn’t fix it by myself I sheepishly signaled for the Hubster.

    Me: “Umm… Hubs, can you come here for a sec?”

    Hubster: “Yup, just hang on a sec… almost finished here…” (assisting his Dad with the hanging of our ceiling fan. They are complicated lil suckers)

    Me: “Soo… my building is not going so well.”

    Hubster: “What happened?”

    Me: “Welllll… I was doing this AMAZING hammering job when it occurred to me that the backing might be the wrong colour.”

    Hubster: “What are you talking about? It’s white, right?”

    Me: “Umm… right now it’s brown.” (I tip up the stand to show the beautiful brown cardboard-y looking backing that is on backward)

    Hubster: “Well, you’re going to have to take the nails out and switch it around.”

    Me: “…can’t I just paint it?” (the easy way out is my friend.)

    Hubster (laughing): “Nooo… it will look like crap. You’ve gotta rip the nails out.”

    …and then I heaved a great sigh and attempted to rip the nails out on by one as the Hubs and his dad made yet another trip to Home Depot to fix the backing.

    In the end, I got the nails out and retired from my two hour carpentry career. The Hubs magically fixed the back and now it looks cute and perfect for our kitchen. I’m getting close to the point where I’ll be ready to take pictures and showcase our little place… so hang in there. It almost looks like a home!

    On a completely unrelated side note, I am hopelessly addicted to Law & Order: Special Victims Unit. Somehow I managed to live the last decade of my life without knowing this show existed and then fall madly in love with it while staying with my cousin last month. The Hubs and I have been watching pretty well non-stop. It’s SO much better than CSI. (Sorry Spart–it’s the truth!)

    And now, I am tired. And this post is freaking huge. And I want to go watch You’ve Got Mail. :)

    Shop Girl*

  • Water Update*

    As of 10:36am this morning… WE HAVE HOT WATER!!

    It’s a miracle. They actually fixed it on time. Please please let this be foreshadowing of a good summer for water mishaps… haha

    Shop Girl*

  • Hot Water? What Hot Water?

    I called in sick to work this morning. However, I’m not actually sick. Would you like to know why I called in sick when I am not sick? Oh, I bet you do!! Are you ready for it???

    …the no hot water saga has begun again. WOOOOOOO!! Last summer we marked a record high of days without hot water or any water at all in our apartment building. Isn’t that wonderful???? (**note: please read that last sentence with heavy sarcasm)

    It’s nice to have the morning off as it’s been a longish week, but not being able to shower makes me feel gross. As of right now the hot water has been off for 24 hours, and though there are signs posted saying that it will be fixed by 10:30am, I’m betting on 2pm. I will be SHOCKED if I can shower before noon. *sigh*

    Anyway, last night I received a bit of bright news that made my whole week!! I’m still an Indian!!!! ahhaha!! For those of you who didn’t know (or that couldn’t tell by my whiter than white skin color in my photographs) I have Métis heritage and that entitles me to certain bursaries from the university. Well, I applied MONTHS ago and hadn’t heard a thing (I had it by this time last year) and assumed that maybe I just wasn’t Indian enough this year. However, there was a lovely little cheque in my mailbox last night and now I am a happy happy lady. :)

    Lastly, I finally ordered my grad photos after much deliberation. I decided to get prints in both #3 and #4 as I couldn’t decide. It wasn’t as expensive as I thought it would be so it all worked out!!

    So, I’ll keep you posted on our no hot water situation. It’s really quite fun. Haaaaaaa no.

    Shop Girl*

  • Livid.

    I’m so mad I don’t even know what to say. I hate my apartment building so much. Before I explain what just happened, let me explain that we have a storage locker in our basement. We use it to store our excess things (Christmas tree, etc) and last summer I kept my bike down there. Until someone broke the lock off and stole it. Luckily it wasn’t an expensive bike, but the fact that someone actually went in and stole it really upset me.

    Today it happened again. Not my bike (I smartened up and began keeping my bike out on our balcony with the hubs’) but I went down today to get some luggage and found the metal clasp that holds the lock so badly bent that I couldn’t even close it and the lock was gone. I mean someone went to serious trouble to break it open this time. Now all of our camping equipment is gone, and I can’t be sure, but I’m pretty sure they took a couple bags of odds and ends, including some of the hubster’s computer stuff.

    Now for my favourite part. After I recovered from the initial shock of not finding a lock on my locker and it looking a lot emptier than I recall, I stormed down the hallway to my landlord’s apartment and started banging on his door. Finally he got around to opening it up, and I pretty much shouted my anger over what had happened to him and his wife. He shook his head, and this was the gist of the conversation:

    Him: “That’s too bad… [Joe] will be here in the morning. He’ll fix it.”

    Me: “No. I don’t think you understand me. My things are in there UNLOCKED because someone went in and bent the clasp so badly that I can’t even put a lock on it! I don’t want to leave it like that.”

    Him: “Well we’ll lock the room up at 8, or maybe a little earlier.”

    Me: “But my I can’t lock my storage container!!!!!!!!!!”

    Him: “Oh well we’ll lock the whole room up for the night around 8pm.”

    At this point I stormed out of his apartment and back upstairs in tears. I HATE HATE HATE that people steal things. I would NEVER take something that didn’t belong to me. Not to mention going through that amount of effort to attain it. I’m so mad I can’t even handle it. I called the Hubs to tell him, and he’s going to call our property management company and I’m currently looking online for a new apartment. I’m so done. Too bad it’s crappy Senior’s City and we’re probably in the only decent-sized, non-studentish, clean apartment in the city. FUN. I’m sorry if I sound bitter, I’m just so upset that people are so low.

    Here’s the real kicker: I have no idea when my things were stolen. I rarely go down to the storage room so it could’ve been today, last week or 3 months ago. If it was in the last 3 weeks then it’s almost my own fault. When I went home my dad gave me a huge new blue industrial lock to put on it, but I’ve been procrastinating going down there because I don’t like going by myself, and the Hubster isn’t here much in the day time. But then again, they pretty much broke the clasp right off the door, so the lock wouldn’t have even really done a lot of good.

    I can’t wait to be out of this city.

    Shop Girl*

  • Hot Water? What Hot Water?

    So. I’ve decided that my absolutely faaaaaaavourite thing to do in the morning is wake up to no hot water. Really. It’s wonnnnderful. Especially on Sundays, which is the only day of the week that we actually have to be awake, showered and dressed by 9am. Every other day of the week the earliest we need to leave is noon, so it’s nice when the hot water is turned off the morning we actually need it. Bah. I’m going to keep track of how many times we lose it this summer.

    Anyway, church was actually pretty nice today! Testimony meeting was nice, and we skipped story hour in Relief Society because the teacher had laryngitis and could barley talked, so we watched a really nice film. It was good! I had to stay late while the hubs did his calling (he’s assistant financial clerk) and I had a riveting discussion with a few people about the decline in literacy in children while I waited. It was awesome.

    I thought a lot about my Gumpo yesterday. Yesterday marked the 5th year anniversary of his death, and I guess I still really miss him a lot more than I let on. I keep a framed photograph of him on my piano so I can feel like he’s never really that far away. I can’t believe it’s been 5 years–I remember every second of that night/day as vividly as it was yesterday. I just miss him a lot… we were pretty close.

    Other than that, it’s been a quiet weekend. We had the missionaries over for dinner last night and had plenty of entertainment from our drunken neighbours out on their patio downstairs. It was pretty hilarious actually! We have a really good pair right now– they’re lots of fun and they seem like they are pretty hard workers. They helped the hubs put in our air conditioners so that I can fiiiiiinally get the balcony cleaned up, and I am very excited about that. I love reading out there in the summer.

    Well, I think that’s everything. We’re going to have dinner with a gentleman from our ward tonight so I think that will be fun! I hope you’re having a glorious Sabbath day! :)

    Shop Girl*

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