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Category: general complaints

things that kinda stink

The husband and I signed a contract for a new bathroom in June.  Work started in July.  It is now August.

I realize it takes time to get stuff done, but the work crews only spend about 12 hours a week at my house.  And lately when I call the bathroom man (who has never actually been in my house …) to ask when things will be done, he always reassures me that everything will be wrapped up ‘tomorrow’.

And every time I get such a promise, I come home to find little or no progress on the bathroom.

At the beginning of the work, he told me they’d be in the house for 2 weeks, then they’d special order the glass which would take 2 weeks, and then it could be installed and everything would be done in a month.  And so I was expecting a complete bathroom right about, oh, last week.

Instead, I have a dusty half-bath, still waiting on touch-up patching and painting and some grouting in the shower.  While I am glad I can at least use the bathroom for part of its intended purpose, I really would like to enjoy my gloriously large shower.  Which is still at least 2 weeks away seeing as they only just ordered the glass last week.

I just wish my bathroom man would be honest with me; filling me with false hope just turns me into li’l miss cranky-I-want-my-shower-pants.  And nobody likes her.  Especially my facebook buddies who are sick of seeing my status complain about my bathroom man …

We’re coming up on the 3-year house anniversary.  And it’s been 3 years of drying my hair in the hallway.  Because the bathroom outlets don’t work.

They managed to pass inspection just fine – but somewhere between the inspection and my first attempt at drying my hair, they stopped working.  Granted, I blow dry my hair about once every 2 months, so who knows how long it was after we moved in that I discovered it.  Who knows what may have happened.  Malicious sellers?  Careless cable or direct tv installers?  Or maybe my 1875-watt monster of a hair dry made the wires asplode.

So as part of the bathroom remodel, we negotiated in that they would fix the outlet and put in a GFI.  Because it had no such protections.

The electrician is here now, and informed me that the … wire? … is only for 15 amps, not 20 amps as is standard these days for bathrooms.  

He has discovered that our GFI is in the basement utility room.  When it is not tripped, the utility room, porch outlet, and two bathrooms work.  The backyard outlet (never even knew we had one …) and the upstairs bathrooms never work ….

The electrician is going to steal power from the upstairs hall, feed it to the guest bath, and use that to power the master bath.  (With GFI protections, of course.)  He can’t upgrade the wire without tearing up all the walls through the entire house, so I’ll be stuck with a wimpy 15 amps.  That probably won’t power my one-true-love of a hair dryer.  But – at least the husband will be able to shave in the bathroom …

Hmm, so my problems aren’t solved – though they do seem to be better.  And I’ve lost and inch or two in my waist – so it would seem I’ve been living a bloated life for the last few years …

So I’ve decided to cut out obvious dairy (milk, cheese, ice cream) but not worry so much about the incidental stuff (like in bread).

And with my food diary, it would seem that potatoes, corn and rice seem out to get me – which leads me to think it’s not really a food tolerance, and perhaps more of a need-to-eat-more-complex carbs issue …

Next experiment: non-dairy south beach (maintenance phase, not that awful induction phase …)

So two days into my no-dairy experiment, and, well, nothing much seems to have changed.  I’ll spare you all the details of my exact digestion woes, but my after-eating state of being seems much the same.

So it looks like I may have to move on to wheat.  :'(  Not for another week though, I need some time to get used to the idea …

On the plus side, I did discover rice milk!  One of my neighbors who had her son on a lactose and gluten free diet for awhile tipped me off to it.  Apparently, if you suddenly go crazy with the soy, you can really mess up your hormones.

When it comes to milk alternatives on cereal, I vote for vanilla rice milk over vanilla soy.  It’s obviously not the real deal (i.e., the cat won’t touch it), but, at least for me, there’s no bitter after taste.  And it’s way less sweet than lactose-free milk, so I can eat sugar cereals with it! 

Cheddar-flavored rice “cheese” slices – fuhgeddabout it.  Might be ok for cooking, in small doses.  Not good on sandwiches.  Or plain.  In retrospect, I should have gone with American-flavored – at least American cheese is barely cheese to begin with …

Vegan parmesan-flavored … bits – ok on pasta with marinara sauce.  It’s not the real thing, but with just a dusting, it adds that parmesany essence.  More than that, and it becomes obvious that you’ve just covered your food in parmesan-flavored sawdust.  Mmmmm, sawdust.

And of course, fresh fruits and veggies!  In addition to strawberries, this week I splurged on cherries and sugar snap peas.  And some more grapes.  For the freezer.

Dairy-free, chocolate soy “ice cream” bars – surprisingly good!  Though not wheat-free, so that means I’ll have to eat them all this week.  (Such a sacrifice, I know.)  They’ve got the texture of ice cream down, and the chocolate ice-cream flavor seems to mask the non-milk aspects of things better than some of the vanilla soy “ice creams” I’ve tried.

So, even if I never go dairy-free, I’ve discovered some new foods!  The rice milk and soy ice cream might just stick around.

Since high school, I’ve noticed that sometimes after I eat, I feel … unsettled in my stomach.  Occasionally it results in the sudden purging of my stomach contents, but usually, if I just take it easy for an hour or so, I’m fine.

I’ve never really thought much about it, just been annoyed by it when it hits when I’m out running around and don’t have the pleasure of just waiting it out. 

I have long suspected that I have some kind of food sensitivity/intolerance/allergy, but I’ve   never wanted to do anything about it because the most common triggers (according to the internets) are milk and wheat.  And I loooooove me some chocolate chip cookies and milk.  And ice cream.  And breakfast cereal.  And pizza.  And cheese in everything.  And my daily chocolate.  My dear, dear, daily chocolate.

It’s seems that the last few years, things have really ramped up, so I’ve decided to finally do something about it.

So, this week, it’s goodbye to dairy.  :'(  And do you know that there is dairy in EVERYTHING??  And if I give up wheat, too, that means I can’t eat anything except for lettuce and strawberries.  Good thing I like strawberries.

Broke the internets (or at least the antenna on my router). So the blogs are being written in old-fashioned word, until the mail man brings me my new internets.

Overall, the day was bad, and the husband came home after a bad day at work. And so we did what any couple does after a double-bad day: we went to Maggie Moos for a shake and a little piece of heaven.  

I tried the dark chocolate, fudge, strawberry and nut concoction – and it is the best thing ever. Total chocolate buzz on the first bite. I am in love with Maggie Moos dark chocolate. Even if I can only eat 6 bites before my intestines pitch a fit. It is sooooooooo worth it. Especially after a bad day.

Up early for more patching and sanding and cleaning off dust and patching and sanding and cleaning off dust.

I hate this part of painting.  I rather like painting itself.  But I sure could do without all the prep.

My ceiling patching efforts aren’t getting rid of the ceiling crack.

And the cats will NOT leave me alone.  Right now, as I type, Havok is cramming his entire body on the 4 square inches available on my lap, between my arms and the laptop.  Because he knows that as soon as he steps or sits on my laptop, I will usher him away.

And my vacuum cleaner broke.  That’s right, my 5-year-old $50 Wal-Mart vacuum cleaner that nobody even makes bags for anymore broke.  The vacuum cleaner that I NEED in order to get rid of all the dust I am generating.  Oh, and buckets of cat hair.  I do not want buckets of cat hair in the basement once I start painting.  Cat hair and paint do not mix.  I already have basement trim full of dog hair (courtesy of previous owners).  I do not want to add cat hair to the mix.

I am toying with the idea of running to BB&B for a 20% off dyson.  Because, you know, I’m not earning any money at the moment.  And what better thing to do than SAVE $100 on a vacuum cleaner that doesn’t lose suction.  Because my current vacuum cleaner has given all its suction away.

Grrr.  I think I might be about ready for a real job …

I woke up monday morning with a sore throat.  I woke about 4 am on account of the pain when I swallowed.  And I woke up every time I swallowed thereafter.  I finally got out of bed at 6 am – a handful of drugs and a chamomile tea later, and the pain was bearable.

I woke up tuesday morning with half a sore throat.  That’s right, just the right half of my throat was sore.  I woke around 4 again, and dozed on and off till finally getting up at 6 am for some drugs and tea.

I woke up today and it was the same drill.  Except the pain never subsided.  I managed to get a doctors appointment today over lunch.  The doctor told me to that my throat would stop hurting when I got better.  And that they never give anything for the pain.  Only antibiotics.  On the hope that my throat infection is caused by bacteria.

I stopped for lunch on my way back to work.  As I sat in the Taco Bell in the parking lot after a quick run through the drive through, it was the most painful bean burrito (no onions) I have ever eaten in my life.  There were literally tears running down my face, but when it comes to me and lunch, I’m gonna eat lunch.

After work I picked up my antibiotics and everything google told me I could gargle to help a sore throat:  listerine, hydrogen peroxide, and children’s liquid tylenol.  I have since gargled it all to no avail.

I just want to be able to eat and most especially sleep without pain.  :'(  I don’t know how parents with new babies get no sleep and then still get up and go to work anyway.  Three days of no sleep and I am useless, I’m lucky I made it home without falling asleep at the wheel.

So how do I get rid of the pain?  I skipped the gargling tobasco suggestion from google, but I am about ready to try it …

In July, while on a mini-roadtrip with the sis, I discovered that my cruise control wasn’t working.  I made a mental note.  On my next oil change, I had them take a look, and they determined that I needed a new cruise control deactivation sensor – a part that they didn’t have in stock and would need to order.  (Trip 1 to the mechanic.)  They said if I’d call a few days ahead of when I next brought my car in, they could order the part.

So, early March, I decided I should get the cruise control fixed, on account of a mid-April roadtrip the husband and I are taking to celebrate year #4 of staying-married-ness.  I called a week ahead of time to make an appointment for an oil change and to get my cruise control fixed.  I TOLD the man they would need to order the part, that they should know which part, it should be in their system.  He told me they didn’t keep past service records AND that they could get ANY part same day.  Whatev, I knew he was lying through his teeth to me, the stupid li’l girl, but I figured I had the following Saturday free as well.  So I planned to take it in one Saturday for the oil change and for them to say, “oh, durrrrr, lemme order that part, it should be in by next week.”  So I took my car in for the oil change that Saturday.  (Trip 2 to the mechanic.)  And scheduled another visit for the following Saturday, after they realized they needed a part from Ford, and that it would take a few days to get it.

So I went back the following week.  They had ordered the part.  They were ready to install.  But, oh, it was the wrong part in the box.  Could I come back in a couple days?  (Trip 3 to the mechanic.)

So I went back one afternoon, after work.  I took off a little early to get there.  I forgot to pick up the car that evening, so I dropped the husband off at the mechanic the following morning on my way to work.  (It’s the car he drives.)  They got another mis-boxed part from Ford.  So the husband told them to shove it, that he’d find somebody else to fix it.  They didn’t care, and agreed that might be best.  (Trip 4 to the mechanic.)

I made an appointment with a Ford dealership, in the hopes that they would possibly have the part in stock.  I told them what I needed, but they said they’d want to check it out to figure it out for themselves.  I also had a long overdue recall on the car (the back latch sometimes flies open in a wreck, apparently), so I figured I’d have them fix that while they were at it.  The day arrived, they fixed the recall, but needed to order a part.  Could I come back next week?  (Trip 5 to the mechanic.)  I scheduled my next appointment.

I returned to the Ford dealership today, to finally get my cruise control fixed.  They replaced the faulty part.  And then they discovered there is ANOTHER part of the cruise control that is also broken.  Could I come back Friday?  They’ll give me a loaner and everything!  (Trip 6 to the mechanic.)

So, I will be returning on Friday.  For my 7th attempt at getting my cruise control fixed.  The road trip is April 10, so here’s hoping this one last part is all they need … ©2018. All Rights Reserved.
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