It Ain't Great Writing but At Least It's Somethin'!

Because there are things I can't talk about on the world wide web, I sometimes find it hard to post something here. I can't talk about how I want to drive across the province and kick some one's butt...but I can talk about how I went to the first session of a small group and had Chip Ingram (spelling?) challenge me on humility in conflict. Hmph. I act mature during the actual discussions with this person, but harbour lots of frustration in my heart sometimes.

I also can't tell you when my kitchen will get put back together, (not because it is sensitive information, but because I just don't know), but I CAN tell you that I think I might have those little Irish genie trouble maker things running around my house (not the leprechauns, those other things...) because as some of you facebookers already know, this is the year that all my appliances have died. My washer went again a couple of weeks ago, and while we were waiting for the parts to come via mail, my husband dove in and ripped up our kitchen floor in order to change the tile before he finally finished installing our cabinets- bye bye dishwasher, stove, counters, sink, etc, etc. I told him to go for it- I could do dishes in our laundry room sink! Three days into that, the seal went on that sink and sprayed me in the face...hubby took that apart and fixed it. The washer parts arrived- new shocks, which the Skip installed while he took a break from cutting a hole in the kitchen floor...now my washer has new shocks, but still doesn't work. I sighed and said, "Let's not waste time on it. I have the washer in the rental (across the yard). Let's concentrate on the kitchen." Meanwhile, the Skip had to renew some skippering tickets this week, so he is busy doing that- he put the oven back in and all home construction has stopped. For the next 2 days he is in the Big City. I grabbed a pizza for something quick to feed the kids before I ran out to play soccer tonight (my husband has also requested that I really try to keep anything from getting on the kitchen floor that he has prepped for tile, so I am not making any elaborate meals. (picture me crossing my eyes when he made that request). When I went to throw the pizza in- nope, not happening! The.oven.door.was.locked. I could not, and cannot get it open. Never had that happen before. I had to throw up my hands and laugh at that one. Nothing helpful in the manual on that one either. My famous "unplug the appliance and the plug it back in" move didn't even work! Again, we are blessed to have an extra oven in our rental. Just think off all the fresh air I am getting with all these walks through the yard!

Thank God for perspective- compared to missing my daughter and many terrible things that people have to deal with, this kind of stuff is NOTHING. Easy peasy...but if anything happens to my soaker tub, well, that's a different story.