Thanks!
1) Bribe a male friend to help.
2) Overlook said friend’s childish (and totally awesome!) alterations to the instructions.
3) Contain annoying puppy in safe spot to avoid possible injury.
4) Drink copious amounts of wine.
5) Unpack beloved books and display.
My plans of being the most popular neighbor didn’t quite work out. Read about it in this week’s “That’s What She Said.”
I stupidly bought the only house in Utah without rain gutters. I didn’t think it was a big deal. As it turns out, BIG is exactly what happens without them. Look at the size of my icicles:
The largest is a whopping 62 inches!
My brothers offered to install rain gutters over Christmas, but since their only gutter experience doesn’t apply to this particular situation, I decided to wait until spring.
The thought of them slipping on an icy ladder and cracking their head open wasn’t my ideal Christmas break. I pretty much saved their lives, and guaranteed they’d be around long enough to sod my back yard. I hope they are thankful.
Things have been scarce around these parts lately. I’ve been a little more diligent on keeping up with Twitter, but this blog has been sorely neglected.
Buying a new house, followed by moving has kept me occupied. Finally, at 35-years-old, I have achieved what I consider real adulthood. The mortgage payment and house stress are mine, all mine. It’s cheesy, I know, but I’m incredibly proud of myself for doing this on my own. No husband or boyfriend needed. Just me, well, and that bottle of wine that provided me with the courage to go for it.
My “That’s What She Said” column is a letter to my bank. You know, that place crazy enough to give me a large sum of money. What fools!
“That’s What She Said” this week is all about my quest to find the perfect house.
I’ve spent the last couple of days looking at houses. I’ve only just started the process and know I have a long few months ahead of me, but who cares? I’m buying my own home and feeling a bit proud of myself for having the ability to do so.
I’ve worked hard to be independent.
Damn hard.
I never wanted to be one of those women whose life revolves around a man. The kind of girl who live in his house and let his paycheck buy my groceries. I’m better than that. I’m stronger than that.
Now before I get a bunch of hate mail, I’m not talking about married couples; things are different when you are married and have children. I’m not married and I don’t have children. So until then, the walls I paint will be my own walls, and there’s something wildly satisfying about that kind of independence.
It’s like a great bottle of wine, but with less calories and way more elitism.
It’s no secret that I’m obsessive as shit, which wouldn’t be so bad if I could choose what to obsess over BUT I CAN’T.
This is why the backyard is completely weed free, but my house still isn’t unpacked.
When I learn to control my obsessive behavior I’ll probably rule the world. And my world won’t have weeds unless they are pink, glittery and smell like unicorn farts.
To read my column for In Utah This Week go here. The column is about adjusting to a new home.. which isn’t going as well as I had hoped. I still want to punch my bathroom in the face. I haven’t been able to have a bath in two weeks.
TWO MOTHER FUCKING WEEKS!
I’m showering, so there’s not a hazardous waste issue going on. I just want to soak in the bathtub. My entire world is thrown off when I can’t have a night tubby. I get grumpy and my wine consumption goes way up, which is good for the economy but saving the world isn’t at all relaxing.
