Okay, I went running yesterday, but it was at 7:00am. Then I spent an entire day being active: finishing the kitchen cabinet painting, moving stuff around, putting together a bookshelf, etc.
There wasn't even any hanky panky to explain this, but I somehow managed to pull a groin muscle in my sleep. WTF? Let's just say it's swollen, painful, and almost has a burning sensation from the pain (that sounds like an STD, kinda, doesn't it?), and when I try to move my right leg too far away from the left--ZOW! Going down, lady.
Speaking of lady, that reminds me of one of our house-buying debacles. I'm going to break them up as to not overwhelm you with the prospect of how incredibly unlucky two sweet people can be.
So it's Saturday afternoon and the cable/internet man shows up to do the install. The prior lines in the house are all old and no good, so he's going to be there for several hours. We show him the first spot in the living room where we'd like the cable line to come out of the wall (it's $60 for wall, $10 for floor. Redonkulous, innit?). So he grabs his drill with the seven-foot bit and goes to town drilling...only to 1) punch out through the wall in the carport, and 2) subsequently hit the concrete foundation. So now we have a hole in the side of our house.
Repeat this for both other rooms, but insert things like "floor joists" and "omg you just narrowly missed our air conditioner unit." It was a stressful time, compounded by the fact that he was incapable of telling us everything we needed at once. We're still moving in, dude. We consider things like "clothing" more important than our flat-screen. So we had to make 2 separate trips for the TV and modem.
And then, as he's leaving, he says, "Bye, lady."
Yup.
And now I will share some pictures of the house.
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Just a small portion of a large backyard. |
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Living/dining room. Vaulted ceiling. |
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Mystery third room. Probably guest room? |
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Kitchen! Now with refrigerator and new paint & hardware on cabinets. |
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Master bathroom with sink that doesn't work and world's suckiest shower. |
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Front of house, with mound of dirt that needs to be removed pronto. And hornets. |