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So, my life has completely gone down the toilet. We're still not done in the house. We still can't live in the house. James is living with Pam and Tim to be close to his job. I'm living with Karima to be close to my job.

No, our marriage is not over, we are not seperating except physically while we try to salvage our financial life, get heat turned on in our house, and destroy the evil substance known as mold from our casa. I won't go into the crap I'm taking for this, the humiliation in front of the students at my job (thanks mother-in-law, that was kind. But in happy news, all of my friends hate you, which does give me a warm and fuzzy feeling.), and in front of my coworkers because of hateful gossips. (And if you want to give me advice concerning my marriage, right now is not the time, unless you can avoid thrown objects VERY well, because my aim completely rocks.)

I've learned a lot from it... like the fact that when I went off of my anti-anxiety medicine and thought my life was so much better... I was really just making my life into a bubble. I cut everyone but my husband out... barely saw friends, avoided family, and made my home into my refuge filled with peace and art and love. Now I can't hide... my refuge is gone... and I'm falling apart. Debating medication again, but trying to see if I can make it on my own, learn from this experience, maybe grow through it.

Completely filled with anger right now... anger at life, at people, at everything. Depressed... but making it. Still working on my house, still living my life, just not really myself at the moment. Dealing with social anxiety, crap at work, feeling like a failure to God, my husband, my friends... completely imperfect and not at all okay with it.

But whatever. Life is wierd, and crazy, and people suck... but some people don't suck. I've lost my peace and security, but I've gained a friend who is now my sister... which is fun and interesting. The Princess will be introduced to you all in a later post.

For now I need to mud a wall so James can sand it tomorrow, and then I can paint when I get home. Wooo hooo! Each drop of paint, each glob of mud neatly smeared, brings us one step closer to moving back into my home. Until that day comes... I'm gonna jump into this wierdly imperfect new life I've found... make new friends, enjoy my new social life, and just generally rock the world with my awesome cuteness.

Or possibly just take a nap.

Life Updates in Pictures

So how are things in my life? I thought I'd give you a little tour in pictures:
We're still preparing to re-roof the house next month... one of our helpers has bailed, we have to make sure the other one can be there or we may have to try and find a way to budget a professional to come do it. For now it's patched up, and we're ripping out moldy ceilings and such (well, sort of... long story, which will require way more pics.) to try and keep any biohazards out. Anyway, note the light gray patching which I did, and later covered with black roofing patch... much less water is leaking into the bedrooms now!

Sarah-doggie, pictured here looking perplexed at a doggie treat, is loving being an indoor doggie but shedding like CRAZY!!! What hte heck?????

M, the unofficially-adopted daughter, had her 18th birthday in May! Here we are celebrating at Red Lobster. Behind us, you might notice, is the huge aquarium with the large crabs. We ate some of their cousins during our meal... I was not too impressed, but James and M liked them! I enjoyed the shrimp, and shockingly... I enjoyed the stuffed mushrooms, which DID contain both lobster and crab meats.

Here are greens and brocolli growin in my garden, along with weeds and the impossible-to-remove poppies.

My husband has decided to grow a goatee. HOT, is he not? it's getting longer and fuller these days too.

Yes, I did build a trellis completely out of bits of leftover yarn and discarded yarned creations. I planted two very-cool types of beans that climb this year... I forget what kind these are, but the others are called asparagus beans and the instructions tell you to pick the beans, for best flavor, when they are eighteen INCHES or smaller. I kid you not... the things should be huge! How fun is that?!

As always, poison ivy is attempting to steal my soul. Here it is growing in my garden/poppy patch.
Sarah-doggie, looking cute like always.

And last but not least... a pic and poem.

bowed

imperfect

Beautiful

Updates on Jana's Life

WOW! Life is busy but way fun!!!!

In news here:

I have completed several things from my 101 things in 1001 days project:
#3 Volunteer at WILL center or Special Olympics - Completed this today by volunteering at the Special Olympics. I worked at the volunteer sign-in tent, so didn't have much contact with the athletes or families, but it was really a great experience either way. Next year I'd like to interact more with the athletes.
#4 Volunteer at the ICU where my dad died, or at a CODA shelter - I tried to volunteer at the CODA shelter, but got no response when I e-mailed them about it. Felt deeply annoyed, so I volunteered elsewhere.
#15. Make a Craft with Aunt Martha - Changed from "Finish Wedding Scrapbook with Aunt Martha" after wedding scrapbook was destroyed. I haven't completed this yet, but will later this month. (I think)

We're preparing to reroof our house at the beginning of July, since parts of our ceiling have now collapsed. Scrubbing everything down with bleach to kill mold, scouting yard scales and begging on Freecycle for tools, and reading book after book about roof repair and replacement.... this is our married life at the moment. I can't wait to have this all FIXED!!!

I'm learning more and more Arabic, which makes me feel happy inside.

We're doing a lot of yard work, so our yard is looking MUCH better. I'll post pics some other time.

I've discovered that my social anxiety has gotten worse. Now not only does the thought of speaking a foreign language to someone I know make me ill, but the thought of making a new friend makes me want to projectile vomit with fear. (Okay, that was a little bit overdramatic, but seriously... I was sick to my stomach and in tears Friday after trying to make a friend.) Why is it that I can learn strange foreign languages, program databases, organize anything that I see, and make an A in honors English... but basic social interactions make me physically ill? I discussed this with my friend Pam, and we delved deeply into my childhood experiences with rejection, and how vulnerable friendships make me feel now. I'm not really sure where to go or what to do with this issue, but it will probably be discussed (or re-hashed) on my blog at later dates. If I had time, I would REALLY like to do some intuitive collage regarding this... maybe tomorrow afternoon.

Now it's time for bed... I'll try to post on here more often and be a better blog-reader, but no promises. Econ 100 will be starting this Monday and I'll have 4 quizzes and one final exam each week... I'll be a bit busy. LOL

Breaking News:

A single friend is at my house taking a pregnancy test because she missed a pill.

I've been trying to get pregnant for months and months....

Do I suck because I feel like throwing things at her?

UPDATE: It seemed to be a false alarm (Though she is not positive, since it may just be too early for the test. Personally, I think it's probably just pre-period symptoms.) and she has gone home. I still want to throw things at her, but I maintained a friendly and joking demeanor, and so on and so forth.

Now I'm just tired, and in need of pleasant dreams and a hug or two. With this week's paycheck, I am going to pay off my doctor, and try and put some money in a secret savings account for roof repairs. Once the roof is completely fixed, or we KNOW we'll have the money to have it completely fixed, I'll go to a fertility specialist. I'll also be able to get my thyroid and things checked out... and be able to see MY doctor again, instead of visiting a random clinic.

In sad news, I still want my mouse calendar. I cried thinking about it today... I don't understand what it is that I really want, that the calendar means to me. Safety and love, maybe... or just the candy inside the calendar lol

Why Me?

Why does it always have to happen to me?

I get all kinds of cleaning done, happily get water heating up in a pan on the stove to shower with (Yes, we still have no hot water. 10 months now...) so I won't reak of BO as we go to church, and remember that I have to see what Christmas decorations we have so I can bring them into work tomorrow. So, as the water is heating up, I go out to the laundry room to find the boxes of decorations.

First of all, one box seems to be lost. Which would be bad, except... the two boxes that I did find? Ruined. Everything except the glass ornaments and the lights (possibly) were ruined. Between water damage (how the heck did they get water damage?!), mildew or mold of some sort, and mice... almost everything is ruined.

I could have handled all of that... but when I got to the bottom of the first box, I saw a spider.

And I even could have handled that... had I been able to find the mouse advent calendar that I've had since childhood. The one that every year my mom would put a candy in each days slot, and as the mouse moved into a new day I got to eat the candy. I NEED that calendar!!!!!!!!!!! That stupid calendar is one of the few childhood things I have left that make me feel safe and comforted... I can't loose it! I really really really NEED that calendar. More than I can even understand.

So maybe the other box of decorations are in the trunk of my car (God knows what is in the trunk of my car.) or at my Mom's house... I don't know.

Life is SO unfair. I have no idea what I could even have DONE to deserve this... the laundry room evindently has a leak of some kind (leaky room number 3, sometimes 4... the bathroom leaks when it rains really hard.) , the back bedroom has leaked so badly that everything in it has a dusty whitish-green coat of mold on it, and our bedroom leaks so bad that it wakes me up when it rains outside. I can't even count how many things have been ruined in the year and a half that I've owned this house.

And all of this, every stupid rotten unfair thing, I could handle... if I could just wash it away with a good shower.

Neglect & Commitment

In looking at my house today, I came to a deep realization...


The office, the one room in our house devoted to my hobbies and used almost exclusively by me, is the worst kept room in our house. It isn't just a little messy, or a little trashed... It is completely and utterly out of control.

I still have the contents of our bathroom cabinet in my house from renovation time in August. I believed we were going to finish the renovations soon, which involved lifting the sink up again, and just never bothered to put the stuff back below the sink again.

I also never put the equipment away. Notice on the floor a shovel and the red power tool (jigsaw, I think), and the blue bag filled with manuals about plumbing and other home improvements.. Also notice the binder on the floor, which was meant to be my collage journal book... randomly tossed away.

I have no excuse at all for the other two areas. My computer area is a complete disaster. In my defense, the videos laying all around WERE in a nice tidy pile, but I knocked it over. *sigh*

And the table area... wow. I have no words for this.


This housekeeping tells a lot about me. The rooms used for everyone's benefits are far cleaner. The clutter in them is much less and much newer. They have been vacuumed more recently. They are cared for, a reflection of how I care about others, about "us" as a whole. The room I use is neglected, it's contents scattered carelessly, and the lowest on my priority list... a reflection of how I treat myself.


This holiday weekend I am making a commitment, to ME.


I commit to take only one friend to one destination (Kim to church) and no other errands on behalf of others.


I commit to working first and foremost to clean in my office, purely for my own benefit and sanity.


I commit to restablishing a solid pratice of daily collage. I commit to getting all of my supplies together and a bit more organized (but not anally organized.)


I commit to taking time to chat with God, my strongest supporter.

I commit to doing this all at my own pace, while still enjoying myself with fun things along the way.

Here We Go... Again.

Another round of wierd symptoms...

Another late period...

Another pregnancy test...

Another negative...

As the symptoms progress.

This time? Nausea. Very bad Friday (and crazy constant gas. WHILE I was at my new job. ), semi-bad yesterday, very bad today. It was really bad when I woke up, then got better... now it's worse again. My period should have started Friday morning.... and to top it of, someone heard that I was sick and started the "oh, you need to take a pregnancy test, blah blah blah..." Is it rude to tell relatives to please not mention that possibility? It just gets my hopes up, and we can see how that worked out last time.

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Somehow, in our insanely rainy summer, our office (the room that needed NO REPAIRS, no painting, nothing.) has sprung a leak. Not from the ceiling (I checked.) but around the window & air conditioner it looks like? It leaked somewhere around those, under the cabinet where I keep my art-in-progress, across the floor, for God knows how long, until today it was 2/3 of the way across the floor, and I felt water seep out from under the plastic floor mat beneath my computer desk. I was like "why is the carpet wet?" I stepped on the mat and noticed water squishing... farther across... moved artisitc creations and found... a mound. The water evidently went there, and either the wood underneath is buckling, or God-knows-what is growing under the carpet. Mold is growing on the top.

I need a drink. Or my hubby. Or prayer. Or just a good cry.

After one of those 4 has been supplied, I'll suck it up and make supper, dry out the carpet, move the art, find the leak, and so on and so forth.

So much for my nice relaxing weekend. *sigh*

Renovation World - Day 2

Well, yesterday was an adventure and a half. What we thought would take a day, is already going on day two. We ran into SO many problems yesterday... this house is very solidly built, but the three rooms we are having problems with (bathroom and both bedrooms) are both later add-ons to the original house. They were done okay, but the renovations done to them later were HORRIBLE. Nothing is the right size. NOTHING. The toilets drainage pipe is far too long, so we have to build a platform for the crapper.

11:00 AM The plumbing leak still hasn't been found, even after I went down into the crawlspace... Now even I'm thinking the back bedroom is where the leak is, which means we get to rip a section of it's floor out. Fun fun fun!!! Soooo... while the men are building a platform to set the toilet on, I will be cleaning up this room:

This was my room when I was living here with SuperRoomie... isn't that room CUTE?! If we can get the roof fixed and the water damage all taken out, this would make a super-cute baby room. If we don't have a baby by then, it'll be our bedroom and the front bedroom will become our game room.
My office room is looking a little better...


1:00 PM - I snaked the pipes in the bathroom (fun!) and got a little crud out... hopefully that will be enough to fix the plug. Water DID go down, to a point, and then SLOWLY drain... maybe this will be enough for us to have a usable drain? *praying hard*

2:00 PM - Two exciting things have happened:
#1.) I used a jigsaw. It FREAKING ROCKS!!!!! And we bought it, so it is OURS, FOREVER.
#2.) The toilet is attached!!!!!!!!!!!!! I would hug it, but..... ew. That's just nasty.

6:42 PM - We're "done."

Yeah, this doesn't really look done to me either. We have to put another layer of stuff down on the floor before the tile/linoleum.

We also have to put up a large section of drywall. So why haven't we done the drywall yet?

This is water. It's in my sink. It's been in my sink for ohhhhh... 2 hours? I specifically told Uncle Norman that before we laid the joists, we should find the blockage in the drain, while we could get right to it. Oh, no, we could snake it he said. I told him that I'd snaked it before. Oh no, just use some foaming pipe cleaner. I told him I'd done that before too. Three times, I believe? Oh, just use this wierd air pump thingy... that might work. MIGHT?? No, I told him, it is a SERIOUS blockage.

As you can see, he did not listen. Sooooooooooooooooo... 48 hours of construction later, we have no running water in the shower. We have no drainage in the tub or sink. And the leaning toilet of death? It still leans. *blink* (James wants me to tell you that it only leans a little. I would like to remind you all, that when I moved into this house, it only leaned... a little.)

I cried like a freakin baby the minute Uncle Norman left... and then sucked it up, and we began to plan. We will get a stethoscope to listen to the floor and find where we can best hear the water spouting from the pipe, and remove that floor portion so I can fix the leak. We will rip out the closet floor in the bedroom, so I can get down under the tub and fix the blockage. And like Uncle Norman advised us, we will build a platform for the crapper, since the anal-cranially-inverted people who built this house put too long of a drain pipe below the freaking crapper.

If I ever meet the person who remodeled this bathroom before SuperRoomie bought the house? They. Will. Die.

Now I'm off to my auntie's house with my beloved, so that we can shower and be all clean and shiny! Yeah!!!!!!!!!!!!

Tomorrow, we'll mow the yard (James) and paint the living room (me), and then the vacation WILL BEGIN. Adios Terre Haute! *party sound effects*

Renovation World - Day 1

The Pre-lims:

This was our bathroom before the renovations. ONLY because we are going to have it fixed soon am I willing to show you this. For the year I have owned the house, this bathroom has gotten worse and worse. I have not been able to have people over to the house, except for my VERY closest friends and relatives... and most of them make sure to stop and pee at a restaurant on the way to visit me.

Notice, first, the lovely "floor" we made around the crapper. Originally, it was the top of SuperRoomie's desk. But when James started to fear he would fall through the regular bathroom floor, we decided the desk's top might work better as a floor. And it did!

Second, notice the rotted plywood underneath the toilet. The toilet was uneven and refused to seal... rotting the plywood which was there above the rotting floor... You have NO idea how disgusting that was. I think we could probably earn some money by selling the mold we grew though!
Finally, we moved the desk/flooring and got to the floor beneath... made a little hole...

And made a NEW FRIEND!!!!! It's called "lime". You put it in wet places to soak up liquids... (or in barns, to soak up animal pee I believe). And yes, my hubby was BAREFOOT on that floor.

We put down some, into the ground below the house... and look. Water was standing beneath the house.
Three 50-pound bags later... the lime was still soaking up water.


9AM: We've ripped up as much of the floor as we possibly can without a saw. Waiting for Uncle Norman to arrive and the fun to truly begin! (I accidentally deleted the pics I took at this point.)

NOON: The floor has been completely ripped out, and thank you God we did not have to take out the bathtub. Here is the underneath of my house:
OH! Are you wondering what happened to the sink, toilet, cabinets? They are in my dining room/office. Doesn't the crapper look cute in the middle of my floor? Maybe I'll keep it there as a conversation piece! HA!Pics of the area beneath the house... notice that after the three (or is it four, now?) bags of lime, there is STILL water sloshing down there. Also notice the boards, which are broken. Lovely, eh? 3:20 PM - Leak #1 is discovered. This pipe was rusted through! Leak #2 (the big one) is not in the bathoom area... I think it's in the back porch, or maybe the kitchen. James and Uncle Norman think it's in the back bedroom. We'll see who's right :o)

7:30 - We've hit several minor snags, but look! We're replacing the boards holding up the floor...And I say WE, because I am pulling my weight. I learned today how to "toenail" nails cross-wise to keep a board in place from the sides.

Next challenge? Getting support boards underneath this section: Which we did, surprisingly, without major issues.

11:17PM - The toilet freaking hates us. Seriously... I think it just wants me to die. We got all the joists and such in the floor, and even laid some of the flooring on top... life was going mostly good! We went to put the toilet back... tried put it on right, failed... tried again... sucess! We went to tighten up the toilet... and realized that the drain pipe for the toilet comes up higher than the floor, so the toilet was STILL the Leaning Toilet of Doom. Perhaps the toilet was angry because of this picture, where James is pretending to "pray to the porcelain god" (aka, throw up). Notice the tongue sticking out of his mouth, to add realism to the scene.

Now it is our bedtime, so I will close this post for tonight. In the morning we'll buy a 1/4" board to put under the toilet and see if that helps... if not, we'll put another one. Tomorrow is a new day, and a new chapter in this oh-so-fun adventure.

WHAT THE HECK?!

UPDATE: It looks like I over-reacted to the situation. Evidently I WILL still be doing the plumbing... it's a bit confusing, but that seems to be the gist of the situation. I think. Uncle Norman has just suggested different parts and such that we might need, evidently? (While also stating that HE wasn't going to put me down under the house. Which is fine... I can get there all by myself. I mean, the entire bathroom floor will be gone! I'm sure I can find somewhere to crawl under lol) I apologized to my hubby, and life is good...

And I get to do my plumbing, hehehehe!!!!

This is what I wrote before I calmed down, and although I did over-react to James, the anti-girl plumber I sensed in Uncle Norman is still there and I am still offended. However... my husband doesn't agree with him, and that's really all that matters to me:

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Why is it that men assume a penis is required for any type of construction work? Does the penis lift the hammer? Do you use the penis to hold the pipe as you attach it? What the friggin heck?!!!!!!

*sigh* Yeah, I just realized that I have been excluded from all the work being done ON MY OWN HOUSE this weekend, because I lack the necessary penis for construction. *angry eye roll* I'm putting most of the blame on Uncle Norman, but James is on my crap list too. It's not right to expect me to sit around and knit a friggin sweater when I am perfectly capable of helping with the construction work. Cook them a little lunch cuz that's what women are for... *angry eye roll*

Unfortunately, this battle is pretty much too late to be fought... since Uncle Norman is volunteering to work (and James and I can neither one do it on our own or learn how to in the next 2 days) it would be very bad to spend my time spitting and swearing at him because he's being a chauvenist pig. I have already yelled at the hubby for putting me in this situation... there's really not much more I can do at this point. Which makes me even madder, may I just add?

It's not that I have a burning desire to work on plumbing, to get all nasty under the house and encounter all sorts of strange bugs and such... I mean, it would be one thing if the house construction was being planned and I had said "Oh, great, while you guys work I'll get this other room painted and so on and so forth..." but it's a WHOLE different thing when I'm deliberately excluded from the work, involuntarily, simply because of gender. When it's assumed that I am incapable of doing certain things, just because the typical role of a woman is to do something different.

The feeling of being powerless over my own home, the feeling of being deliberately excluded from an activity just because of my gender, and the assumption that my gender prevents me from accomplishing a task I am physically able to do... THESE are why I consider myself a feminist.

My Day Today:

So, now that the itching from my poison ivy is beginning to abate, and I'm feeling productive again... what am I doing today?? Why, I'm getting ready to PAINT, of course!!!!! The living room so far has gone from looking like this:

To looking instead like this:

The back of the textured wallpaper has all been taken off of the walls, the glue from the wallpaper has been scrubbed off.... next step?

All of the holes and gouges in the wall need to be filled in. I have NO idea what happened to the wall in the corner, but it is filled with wierd holes and such...

3:54 PM - The holes have been filled in with mudding, sanded, and are ready to paint. Tape has been placed around the edges of the walls, and the trim has been taken down and scrubbed like crazy. It was BEYOND disgusting, and is now resting on the front porch to dry and air out. Now... it's time to paint.
6:00 PM - Primer has been painted on the walls, and the doors have gotten their first coat of primer too. Two pieces of the trim were painted before I used up all the paint I had out.

1:00 AM - DONE!!!!!!!!! I AM DONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The plastic covers have been rolled up, all the rollers and supplies put aside, the furniture put back, even the outlet covers are in place!
And look! The door isn't pink anymore!!!!!!!!!! (It still needs a second coat of white paint, and then I think I'm going to paint the inside part with the blue... after taping to protect the glass, of course.) Over half of the room has been painted now. The other half will be painted later on, after I move all the furniture and stuff away from the wall. It's the easier half of the room... very little mudding and such.

Now the only question is....
HOW THE HECK DO I GET THIS PAINT OFF OF ME?!!!!!!!!!

Jana Vs The Ivy - Round 2823

Yes, the ivy and I are into it, AGAIN. I went to pull weeds in a non-ivyfull part of my yard, and at the very end of my time I found.... an ivy and its root.

I now have poison ivy on my lips, chin, neck, both arms, and both legs. *sigh*

In happier news... not only did I have an awesome day with my mommy Saturday... I also transformed a small part of my house! It started out looking like this...

Gracias to Phoenix (age 2 at the time) for the beautisimus artwork on the wall... and to Luke-the-possessed-kitty for the now-plaster-covered gouges in the wall...

More gouges here, thanks to luka... she tore the HECK out of the wall, lemme tell ya. But this isn't the worst of the damage... I'll have pics of that in a day or too.

Now, we have this:

And this!

This room was originally painted a nice sage green (which it still is, tho you can't tell it by the color in the pics) by the former roomate, and I absolutely LOVED it. I'm currently repairing the damage from her kitty, and adding some accents of my own to the doors, woodwork, etc.

More pics to come as renovations continue!!!!!!!!!!

Fankful Fwiday

I've been battling depression on and off this week... so I decided to celebrate today with a bit of thankfulness! I'm thankful for:

*Fast internet! - The net was down Monday and Tuesday here at work, and I about lost my mind... so much of our work involves the internet.

*Fitness - Today is the first time since my owwie that I've walked to work without any pain from being out of shape! YIPPEE!!!!!

*Food - The Fellowship of the Fabulous Foodies is really inspiring me to try and cook new things... check out the recipes I made last night! Oh, and if you like to cook, we're also looking for other foodies to join in and post recipes! You can join us here!

*Funds - Uncle Norman and James spent Monday figuring out how to fix the bathroom floor, and how much it would cost... and not including piping that needs replaced, we're looking at only about $100!!!!

*Funky clothes - I'm feeling inspired to embellish and tailor my clothes. If I actually DO it, I'll be posting pics soon!

*Freedom - Today is FRIDAY! In 3 hours my weekend will begin... and I can't WAIT!!!!! lol

How about you? What are YOU "fankful" for today???

A Collage & Weekend Plans

The color on this is a bit wonky, since my scanner isn't hooked up and I took this pic inside at night... but oh well. And it's uneven, which drives me insane... *sigh*

This is part of a series of collages that have been rattling around in my brain for over a year. Literally. This one doesn't really capture what I want it to... but it's a good start. :)

To me, this is how depression feels... everything outside of me can be as bright and happy as can be... but inside of me everything is frozen and dead.

I'll try and take a pic tomorrow when it's light, so the pic will come out better.

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I'm so glad it's finally the weekend!!!! Today I got off early (about 1:15) and came home and went DIRECTLY to bed... slept until 4:30!! Every night this week I've worked on the house until 10:30 or so and then finally went to bed... so today was catch-up day. Tomorrow we're going to work on the kitchen area some more (organizing, throwing things out, scrubbing, etc) and then hopefully by the end of the day it'll be ready for renovations and painting! YIPPEE!!!!!! A large portion of the floor needs to be ripped out because our deep freeze leaks and it's rotted out the floor underneath... we plan to defrost the freezer REALLY well this weekend, and then see if we can find some kind of pan to put under the freezer to catch the water, or some way to fix it.

But in case you're thinking my whole weekend will be filled with work... this is MEMORIAL DAY WEEKEND! Do you KNOW what this means??

YARD SALES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Pics of my bargains (if it doesn't rain) will be up on the blog soon!!! Woo hoo! I love yard sales!!!!!!!!!!

What are YOUR plans for the weekend?