The Smell of Death

So I hate saying this, but right now we're living with my in laws and the downstairs bathroom is getting remodeled. The bottom of the shower had large cracks in it and the water was leaking into the laundry room. It was a big mess. So the Mr. Fix it man came exactly one week ago. The man is a retard. He spends maybe 2 total hours working on the bathroom and 3 hours taking unnecessary breaks. Then he leaves and says he won't be coming back until today, one week later. After he was finished last Monday he put all the old fiber glass out the window into the window well for some unknown reason instead of throwing it away. We wake up the next morning to discover the two dogs had torn all the fiber glass out of the window well and spread it all over the back lawn. Moron. So for a week all 10 of us have had to use one bathroom. He came back today and finished the shower, but tore up all the linoleum and found that the water had leaked underneath the linoleum and rotted on the cement. It smells like death in the house. Wait, not just death, but moldy death. I can't function. My whole existence lies in that basement and I can't spend 5.2 seconds down there without gagging, literally gagging. Dagny is down there taking a nap with her door shut and the window open, and luckily the smell hasn't leaked into her room. Mr. Fix it man said that the smell shouldn't harm us because it's not that kind of mold, but don't be surprised if you watch the news tomorrow morning and see that a family of 10 was found dead in their home, dying from mold inhalation. In the meantime, we're all slowly dying of mold inhalation...

Taking a Stroll in the Fabric Store

I really should know better by now, but for some reason I always get sucked into shopping at fabric stores with my mother in law. I hate shopping at fabric stores, but my mother in law told me about this really cute fleece that matches Dagny's crib set (which still isn't finished by the way, and Dagny is 9 months old) so I thought, you know, I really would like to tie a fleece blanket for Dagny.  So against my better judgement, I went.  Now, first off, my mother in law is crazy. She knows it, I know it, everyone knows it. But when she enters a fabric store it's crazy x ten. She insists on looking at every single fabric in the store and tries to convince anyone that's with her how that particular swatch would look incredible on their son/daughter.  She insists that she could spend an entire day at a fabric store if she had the time. Heaven help us!  Today I took Dagny with me and she was fine at first, but after the 3rd fabric store she was not a happy camper. In fact, she was a downright pissed off camper.  She was screaming and throwing her little tantrums because it was naptime.  We finally bought what we went for, but Dagny and I were so pissed off by the end of the journey that I could have cared less about that stupid fleece. We bought it and all is well in the world, but now I'm thinking to myself, does Dagny really need another blanket? I swear she has a gazillion of them already and that's only one baby down, many more to go. So the moral of the story is, if I ever mention that I'm considering going to a fabric store with my mother in law, please, please remind me to say NO!

Best Mother's Day Ever!

I know that pretty much everyone writes in their blog how amazing their husbands are, which is perfectly fine, I'm sure their husbands are great to them.  But I just have to write a blog about the amazing Mother's Day present that Noah got for me.  For ages I've been wanting a Kitchen Aid standing mixer, but never thought anything of it because first, I don't have my own house yet and second, they get pretty pricey.  Well, Noah just blew my socks off by getting me my very own Kitchen Aid mixer!  Recently I have been watching The Food Network and every chef on that network has their own mixer, so now, if I wanted to, I could start my own show too!  I probably won't open it up until we have our own house (we're looking, but not having very much luck!), but I'm still super excited anyways.  Mine is very pretty and classy, and I'm very excited to mix things in it! I'm hoping that I'll become a better cook with one of these puppies!

Stupidity 101

I just read through my new classes that I'm taking online and I'm a little freaked out.  For my first assignment in adolescent literature I have to make a powerpoint of my reading experience. I can read books just fine, but asking me to do something technological on the computer is another story. Writing this blog is about as accomplished as I get on the computer. I feel really stupid because I have to ask my little brother in law who practically flunks out of every class he's in to help me with my powerpoint presentation. Definitely going to be a humbling experience...or just make me feel more retarded. We'll see.

15 Things Tag

Post these rules on your blog.
Answer these 15 questions about yourself on your blog.
List:
3 joys
3 fears
3 goals
3 current obsessions/collections
3 random/surprising facts

Tag five people at the end of your post by leaving their names .
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3 joys:                                               

My husband, Noah                          

My little girl, Dagny                       

Good food, really good food                                                                   

3 Fears:

Noah losing his job

Losing my figure (totally vain, I know)

Scary movies (I hate them)

3 Goals:

Earn my bachelor's

Buy a house!!

Become more organized

3 current obsessions/ collections:     

cleanliness/tidiness                                  

the Food Network                                     

books for Dagny  

3 random/surprising facts:

I pushed out a 9lb.6oz. baby girl

I recently decided I want a cat, but Noah won't let me

I get really stressed out about punctuality                                

I don't have 5 friends to tag, totally lame, I know, so I'll just tag Krystle because she's the only one I know. :)