Odds with very few ends

I am back. This is my first official post in June of 2008. How exciting!

I have not told y'all about my life. I am in a bit of a living hell. We have no kitchen to speak of. We have a space where the kitchen is. Until the weekend, it was just floor boards, and bare walls with no cabinets and, of course, no appliances. The Wife wanted to renovate the kitchen and given her year, how could I say "no"?

I am along for this ride into hell! I know it will be beautiful (as if I care) when it is done. In fact, it will make the rest of the house look like shit. That means, doing this room and that. It never fucking ends. Well, it does end but by that time I am dead. Of course, I will not have to pay for it then.......or will I?

Karma is a bitch. Just ask Sharon Stone, good Buddhist that she is got the Chinese in a snit when she said that the earthquake in Sichuan is karma for the Han Chinese treatment of Tibet. What of the dead gerbil inside the ass of her friend, Richard Gere? Where is little "fuzzy"'s karma?

Idiot woman! It was a fucking earthquake. It was not Karma. If it was, then a whole lot of innocent folks got fucked by Karma. I suppose the issues in Myanmar are Karma, too. There is an example of how not to respond to a natural disaster. This should be the rule of thumb, have a natural disaster? Think what would the junta of Myanmar do, then do the opposite. The world is one fucked up mess and getting messier.

I could cry, but then again that is because I have to beg to sit at a table for a meal. Anybody want to extend a dinner invitation to me and the family? Or even just me, I am open. Please......

It is all fucked up, that is all that I can say. It was an interesting weekend around these parts. I am not sure why. They did do the scratch coat for the kitchen floor. We are waiting for the cabinets to be installed tomorrow along with the tile (floor and back splash) to be dropped off tomorrow. Friday, they measure to cut the counter top. From there it is tile the floor, bring in the appliances, install the counter and sink and tile the back splash. Then maybe, I can live like a normal human home owner. Not like I am on a long term camping trip.

I am getting used to washing dishes in the bathtub. The Wife has taken to singing, "Shitin' where we eat" which is sick but explains plenty.

That is how I will leave you, while I dive into a bathtub sized mint julep. I wish! Ciao!