Today marks the start of some important house improvement projects. We hope to get them finished before we get into the warmer summer months and the third trimester. As I type this post we have two guys at our house replacing our three attic windows.
Next week our new Asko dishwasher will be installed. Get this, it’s called a "virgin install" since our home still has the original
hymen cabinets intact. I’m so damn excited about not handwashing every dish, glass, spoon, neck massager, garlic press, etc. as we have for the last two years. Our previous house had a great Asko dishwasher so we’re sticking with what worked for us. I don’t like regression… handwashing all the dishes after parties sucked ass. Honestly though, it wasn’t too bad washing stuff yet I don’t trust myself to get things clean enough when the baby arrives.
And then we have the mack daddy project, our basement bathroom remodel. We found a guy to do the work for significantly less than our first estimate. We just have to pick out the tile, sink, shower fixtures and then let him get to town. Work should start in about 2-4 weeks and last for about 2-3 weeks.
Last night we toured the hospital we plan to use. It was nice to see the birthing suites and all the other mothers. Most of the expectant mothers were in the 25-35 weeks pregnant range. There was this one dude who insisted on tinkering with everything while the guide was giving her verbal presentation. About 20 minutes after she had politely asked us to turn off our cellphones, he pulls his phone out of his coat and proceeds to call a buddy. You can hear him saying how boring the tour of the hospital is while the pleasant guide is talking. Somehow she was able to concentrate more than me. This moron was bugging the crap out of me turning switches on and off, using the hospital phone to call his friends, raising & lowering the bed, and then the cellphone thing. Eventually I looked at him and just shook my head, showing my disapproval.
About 20 people were on this tour. 8-10 of us got in an elevator and went down a floor. When we got out of the elevator we realized he wasn’t there and started making fun of him. I mentioned his two phone calls, the button pushing, and another woman jumped in sharing how annoyed she was too. I looked to my left and saw his wife/girlfriend/friend with benefits hiding in the corner overhearing everything we said. Ouch! When he came down on the next elevator she lectured him and they disappeared from the tour. Good riddance.
There was lots of valuable information for mothers to learn and this guy insisted on upstaging the presentation with his anti-establishment antics. If I was the guide, I would have insisted he leave the room. That’s why I’m not a guide though. ….
…which brings me to this random thought. There was a point in my life where I really wanted to be a national park ranger. I wanted to work in the various National Parks. Then I thought about how lonely it could be and how little they get paid and how few job openings there are a year. I think I made the right choice, but I still love the outdoors. Nothing like a trip to Mt. Rainier National Park to ease the mind.
TODAY’S RULED OUT BABY NAMES: Pat, Shannon, Aaron, America, Yuriy, and Soleil.
P.S. Today is my father-in-law’s 65th birthday. Happy Birthday G-PO!