some pictures of the house all newly painted. Here are some shots of the outside:
Archive for July, 2005
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Jul
Thought I’d throw up…
This is the vertical part of the T that is my T-shaped office (man-room)
This is the Master Bedroom
This is the nursery with Lauren’s new headboard leaning against the wall
This is a shot (sort of) of the trey ceiling in the Master
This is the guest room. It’s tough to tell, but the color’s the same as the Master…
This is Lauren’s room (which will soon be devoid of the crib, God willing…)
This is Lauren’s new (but not yet installed) dresser
This is the guest bath / where I will spend the next 15 years cussing at the mess my girls make
This is the garage. It looks amazing from outside, and really does a good job of hiding a lot of our crap.
Although I am a huge fan of The Family Guy and Reno 911!, for my money, there’s not a better show on television today than Penn and Teller’s “Bullshit.” Sure, it’s funnier if you are line with some of their politics, but they do a nice job of attacking everyone, which is nice.
*****Subject change alert *****
I had a lot of stuff I was going to say about this show, but then I got an email from my lovely bride.
Before I tell the story, let me backtrack a bit. Our house has a nice 150 square foot, T-shaped room over the garage with a window that looks out the front of the house that, since the day we saw the house, I KNEW would make a great office / man-room for yours truly.
Anyway, the project to finish said room has been a relatively slow one. We got it insulated, powered, cabled and phoned pretty quick with the help of B-I-L Jeff. Then we got 90 percent of it primered, but never painted. Finally, this last week, while getting the rest of the house painted inside and out, we got the room painted nicely and said B-I-L built me some access doors for the storage areas inside.
Anyway, my point for this room was a nice (but cheap) desk, bookshelves for all of my books, a wall containing photos of great Americans (I’ll get to that later), my x-box, playstation2, tv, a vcr/dvd for race recording and sports watching, and finally a home for my La-Z-Boy.
Those of you that remember us pre-Urchin (and immediately after her blessed arrival) might remember the La-Z-Boy. It’s a beautiful, functional, very comfortable chair that provided brief periods of peace amid the hoopla that was Lauren’s early time on this spinning rock. Even when she didn’t want to sleep or couldn’t sleep, Ole Trusty Chair would let me sleep holding the urchin, and she too would sleep.
Bottom line: It’s a special chair.
Anyway, fast forward to new home time, and suddenly the chair is “that old chair” and no one wants it anywhere near the living space. So I say “fine.” My plan was to not share it anyway.
Now, since the painting’s done, we’ve put a rug down in the man-room and have decided that, rather than buying and installing flooring, we’d go the rug route.
So, last night, days after assembling my great new desk and moving in my bookshelf and tv stand and a nice lamp, I brought up “the old chair.” Getting it into the man room thru its 2/3 sized door was sort of like a birthing event in and of itself. But then, there she was. In all of her glory. My La-Z-Boy.
No more fighting for chairs or sofas or room on the floor. Come football season and Sunday nights (or any night after the urchin(s) were asleep) this room and this chair were mine, all mine. And then today, the wife sends me the following pictures:
I mean, what the fuck does a guy have to do these days to get a little privacy, huh?
Before I start this rant, I want you to know that in 99.9999% of cases involving professional athletes and their salaries, I say “more power to you, players. Get all you can, while you can and when you can.” You make the sport an attraction, not the nerdy owners sitting in the luxury boxes jumping up and down and awkwardly high fiving their ass-kissing lackeys.
That said, Philadelphia Eagles wide receiver Terrell Owens can go fuck himself.
That’s right Terrell. I said it. Fuck you!! Fuck off, you fucking fuck.
Why am I so angry at Terrell?
Well, it seems that TO is holding out on the Philadelphia Eagles and wants a new contract. No, not for less money silly readers, but for much more money.
“That seems reasonable,” you might say. He had a great year last year.
Yes. It would be reasonable. If his old contract were up or if this upcoming season were a contract year. But it’s not.
Care to guess where Terrell is in his contract? I’ll tell you.
HE JUST FINISHED YEAR ONE!!!!
OF SEVEN!!!!!
The god damned greedy arrogant shitass cocksucking prick was not even thru 15% of his fucking contract, and he wanted it redone!!! Yep. One year.
“Hey Eagles management, I know I begged to be traded here, and we worked long and hard to get me paid like I thought I should be paid and to get me out of awful San Francisco. But see, here’s the thing. Fuck you. Fuck you and your fucking contract. I want more. I want mines.”
Here’s what I hope the Eagles do. The GM will call you and say “Hey Terrell. I know how you feel about wanting more money, but see, here’s the thing. We (collectively as owners) have had an ass-full of prima donna shitasses like you signing contracts only to decide it wasn’t enough and ask for more after one good year and well before the current contract was up.
You had a good year, hell a great year last year. But that’s why we paid you $49 Million fucking dollars for seven years including your $10 Million dollar signing bonus.
Now, if you’re numbers had been shitty, you wouldn’t have liked it if we asked you to renegotiate and take a pay cut…would you? Of course not.
That’s the same reasoning we’re using to not give you more money. If you were in our shoes, you wouldn’t be paying us back for a bad year, so you’re not getting a new deal for doing what you were extremely well paid to do.
But here’s the kicker. We aren’t trading you either. And we aren’t cutting you. Yes, we’ll suffer in the short term. We may suffer for the length of your contract. We’ll eat the contract and take the salary cap hit. But we’ll keep looking to find good young receiver talent that doesn’t act like a cock-head all the time and make everyone else around them miserable.
And you know what? We might just find that person after this year. And then what will you do? You can’t play anywhere else. We own your fucking ass. You can sit and rot and not get paid and hope against hope that your last episode of Cribs wasn’t you showing the world your last thin dime.
You have been saving…right TO? Because you’ll be what…32 this December? If we just eat your contract for six years, you’ll be thirty fucking eight big boy. How many NFL teams are going to sign a 38 year old arrogant prick to a seven year deal?
Oh wait!! I know. Zee-fucking-roe.
So you see, Terrell, it’s in your best interest to report. Have another good year or three, and maybe we’ll talk about a bonus or an extension or maybe even renegotiating. But as long as you’re holding us hostage and pointing your dick at us in the media, well, suffice it to say that you better find a hobby. You are staring down the barrel at six years of free time with no income.
Hope to hear from you or your cocksucking agent soon.
Man, do I feel better.
What say you?