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tashabear
tashabear
black holes in my kitchen
I'm having a crappy few hours.  Firstly, we were going to leave just after midnight last night, and we decided to wait and take a little more time to get things done, and I'm feeling a little guilty about that, even though it wasn't entirely my fault.  Then I got rude and snappish with my beloved husband over stupid shit, and I'll be honest, I think it's because what happened was a bit of a trigger from something stupid my ex did.

See, we had this china closet in our kitchen, sharing a wall with the living room.  And we wanted to run cable from the living room into one of the bedrooms that we used as an office.  So we decided to drill a hole in that closet into the living room, and run the cable over the dropped ceiling and into the office.

Any normal human being would take the dishes out of the cabinet first, before drilling, so as to keep them clean, and avoid the possibility of, say,  dropping drills on them.  Suffice to say, my ex is not a normal human being.  I ended up rewashing clean dishes because he couldn't be bothered to do something simple.

So when I opened Bertha and discovered that my blue mink blanket was covered in sawdust, I wasn't best pleased.  But he honestly hadn't seen the blanket there, and I guess wasn't familiar enough with what was stored in there to realize that he'd only taken one mink blanket out instead of two.  It all brushed off, but not before I got upset, and then I cried because it truly wasn't a big deal and I was ugly to darkwolfie.

Then I came back in to finish packing my personal stuff, and I cleaned out my basket, looking for my brooches and bead swags, and I can't find them.  Anywhere.  They're not in my basket, they're not in my sewing bag, they're not in Bertha or the old garb boxes, they're not in any of the drawers in my workroom -- they're just gone, and I have no idea where else to look.  Luckily I have other brooches and lots of beads, so I can make a couple more, but dammit, I loved those swags!  And I'd put one of the little pendants from my wedding favors on there, too.  I did not want to spend my evening doing this.

And then I had to repair my Maunche medallion (the leather cord is attached with wrapped wire, and it pulled out, so it needed gluing), and I got Krazy Glue on my finger.  Diet Coke took it off, though, mostly.  It just wasn't any fun, and I didn't need that.

On the other hand, my packing plan for Bertha worked a treat, so the afternoon wasn't a total disaster.  And I have my iTunes on shuffle, and I have some music in there that's just really cool, that I didn't even realize I had, plus I've discovered some new music in the last month or so that I really like (Hedningarna, Gjallarhorn, and Imogen Heap, for starters).  So I guess I'll get to work, because I want a shower sometime tonight.

i feel: content content
i hear: Imogen Heap - Hide and Seek

13 trips or shoot the rapids
Comments
ladymorgaine From: ladymorgaine Date: August 5th, 2006 10:04 pm (UTC) (base camp)
((hugs)) I know the feeling.

I find it interesting that it is so easy when I get to a certain kind of angry (not level, just headspace) that I call Steve by my exhusband's name. Irritation sets it off more often than real anger.

My mother witnessed an arguement between us one day, and was *very* disturbed that I called Steve "Phil", and he called me "Shelly", and neither of us even realized it until she mentioned it later. I suppose our ex's really do remain in our hearts forever, or keep turning up like a bad penny...whichever.
tashabear From: tashabear Date: August 5th, 2006 10:30 pm (UTC) (base camp)
I think it's more like one of those computer viruses you just can't root out. :-P
ladymorgaine From: ladymorgaine Date: August 5th, 2006 10:40 pm (UTC) (base camp)
That's about right. Sneaky little bastards.

PS...nailpolish remover (with acetone) takes superglue right off. I don't even usually wear nailpolish, but I keep that stuff around for all the other handy uses it has.
Someday I'll tell you about the time I superglued *both* my hands to my steering wheel.
tashabear From: tashabear Date: August 5th, 2006 10:42 pm (UTC) (base camp)
Yeah, I knew that about the acetone, but I don't have any. I'll rectify that one of these days. Coke worked fine, though. Melted it enough that I could scrape it off.

That sounds like quite a story...
emmacrew From: emmacrew Date: August 5th, 2006 11:21 pm (UTC) (base camp)
Hm, diet coke. That's better for gargling purposes than acetone. Will have to tell Kathryn.
tashabear From: tashabear Date: August 5th, 2006 11:23 pm (UTC) (base camp)
Why on earth would Kathryn want to gargle with either one?
emmacrew From: emmacrew Date: August 5th, 2006 11:43 pm (UTC) (base camp)
Damn, she doesn't have the hoopagoo story on LJ. *pokes her*
emmacrew From: emmacrew Date: August 6th, 2006 12:19 am (UTC) (base camp)
...aaand here we go.
kathrynt From: kathrynt Date: August 6th, 2006 12:20 am (UTC) (base camp)
mushmouse74 From: mushmouse74 Date: August 6th, 2006 01:56 pm (UTC) (base camp)
This is just one more reason why I won't drink diet coke
tashabear From: tashabear Date: August 20th, 2006 08:04 am (UTC) (base camp)
Would have worked just as well with regular Coke, hon. Perhaps better.
goingdriftless From: goingdriftless Date: August 6th, 2006 12:47 am (UTC) (base camp)
I was a little ugly to JtB tonight, too. And I feel bad about it. In fact, going to call him right now. Isn't fighting with people you love awful? *sigh*
tashabear From: tashabear Date: August 6th, 2006 01:03 am (UTC) (base camp)
It wasn't even a fight. I was just whiny and oh, gah... I plead nerves, exhaustion, and hunger. I can't wait to get to Pennsic and change my skin.
13 trips or shoot the rapids