Two fingers up!

I love the Lowes. You know how much I love the Lowes.

Well, it's looking like I'm fixin' to give them more of my money than I ever have before.

I really need my pantry.

Like, really, really really need.

I got back from that evil corporate mega-giant SprWal-Mart the other day and discovered, upon opening the trunk of the Evil Genius Mobile and again, upon returning home, that I'm buying things that I already have plenty of (while running out of things that I need - staples like ketchup) because my boxed and tinned food has nowhere to live.

Since I have no storage space, I'll tend to leave items in the car or the van, then I'll mistakenly think that I'm out, then it'll go on the list, then I'll buy more, ... then discover that I had TEN already. Also, since my limited space is in awkward, out-of-the-way places, I'll let things get down to GONE since I can't easily see what I have - or don't have.

And now I'm up to four or five blokes who have seriously perused the exterior wall of my kitchen, measured, stroked their chins, then sprang into their trucks with promises of getting me a quote.

Then they never return. They never call. Hell, it's like dating all over again, except it wasn't a chin that was getting ... eh ... uh, well you follow.

Well, sod it. I'm building the damned thing myself.

Yep, you heard me correctly. I, myself, am going to frame, roof, attach siding, install insulation, build shelves, etc, in a small addition to my home.

AND I'm doing the electrical work myself. AND I'm taking that window out myself.

AND I'm attaching a porch on the other side outside the mudroom door because I'm sick of the rain pouring straight off the roof and onto the doorsill because there's only a six inch overhang.

'Cause I (probably erroneously and foolishly think I) can!

If I was over on my other blog right now I'd say EFF IT! (only, you know, actually say it. A lot.)

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So there's that.

The website I was building is finished. Now I'm just awaiting the owner's reaction and hoping that it's not: "What the HELL were you thinking?"

We do still need to go over it and tweak some stuff. Clients have no idea what the site looks like till it's uploaded - it's built sight-unseen (or site-unseen!) - and, as you can imagine, I might not have captured what the client had in mind. It's like doing a portrait using just a description. I ask what you want, what colours you like, what you're into, and then I have to try to collate that into a nice website. It's kind of scary but kind of fun as well!

As soon as we're done I'll give you a peek (with the owner's permission, of course)

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So I'm totally grokking this idea of Kateri's (found via Jo over at Leery Polyp) of us needing some sort of blogger symbol ... something to discreetly identify us, one to the other.

I love the idea of it being like gang signs and colours. That way when I finally go mental in the refrigerated dough section of the Wal Mart, an eye witness fellow blogger can be quoted as saying:

"That grrl was a wicked mess! She went foolywang! Bitch was throwin' blog-signs, yo!"