Oh, Hey

The "carpet men" are back with two more in tow. The look on their faces when they walked in our yard to find all the carpet my mom had finished ripping out herself from yesterday was classic. The two newbies had no idea that we'd done it, but I could tell that the originals had no idea what the fuck we'd done. The entire upstairs was de-carpeted by my mom who also spent the entire night emptying our rooms and making it look like an abandoned haunted house. I spent this morning sweeping and piling the remainder of furniture out onto the balcony. Hmmm...two grown men weren't up for carrying the "heavy" furniture, but I carried my giant T.V., mattress, and boxes of all the heaviest shit all by my lonesome. Awesome, feels amazing. SO, to their surprise, our house was ready for their now semi-job to be done and one of them proceeded to open the garage door on my car MEANING, my car was parked in front of the garage, in plain sight, and this guy opens the garage, thus bumping the hood of my car and then coming to me to tell me that he "needs to open the garage" and that he "thinks my car is in the way". Stupendous job there. I moved my car, no damage done, and returned to the house where no one acknowledged our super hard work and our awesomeness for taking charge. I think that's the highest form of acknowledgement actually. ;) Now, don't get me wrong, had they done their job in the first place, and not acted like man babies, I would not be writing this, in fact I'd probably be writing about how the process is going along swimmingly, but they brought this unto themselves. I know plenty of hard-working and honest men, and these are not those men. SO bottoms up to the ladies out there who take charge and get shit done!


321. feeling cocky every once in awhile
322. when people say "please" and "thank you"
323. again, speaking/semi-understanding Spanish
324. baking for other people
325. SAN FRANCISCO (expect this at least on every other list)
326. waking up to find that I've been recruited for ModCloth's street team, something I applied for earlier in the month!
327. loose sweaters
328. Dove dark chocolate squares
329. the memory of being in Ghirardelli Square, San Francisco and having a fuckin' blast people watching and eating ice cream.
330. having the grumpy carpet man ask me to give him a box to put the remaining contents of a cabinet we already half emptied for them in. Then, me telling him that I already "emptied the heavy shit out for you" and then them finding their balls somewhere in my room and moving the damned thing.
331. making great plans with my mom
332. having a certain person, who I happen to fancy, come up with complete strangers (i.e. customers) when that person isn't even there.
333. hearing the disturbingly loud noises coming from upstairs and making up stories about what all those guys are doing up there.
334. picking up my guitar after not playing for months and still remembering where I'd left off.
335. waiting for the perfect moment to take a bath when construction people are in my house and I'm alone (never)
336. doing so much laundry that I have nothing to wear but skimpy workout shorts and a tiger shirt
337. letting my "inner tyrant out" as my mom has instructed me to do while I'm here alone.
338. imagining, just imagining.
339. wearing my glasses and being told I look Egyptian (didn't make sense to me, but I'll take it)
340.washing my hands
341. Talking to one of our regulars who is the old man who works across the street. We talk about everything and he's great.
342. sleeping on the couch with the cat instead of on the floor in the haunted house upstairs.
343. talking to my dogs like they're people and thinking that they totally understand what I'm saying
344. getting a full tank of gas
345. This
346. also this
347. "She Will Be Loved" by Maroon 5
348. currently being huddled on my mom's bed with the dogs and the cat all laying around me (loud noises disturb everyone)
349. All the guys in Local Natives
350. new songs