mad props & housekeeping

first of all, this is a shout-out to all the people who are participating in this weekend’s weekend to end breast cancer. breast cancer has touched the lives of many people i know and i’m so glad there are people like jen out there who are willing and able to go out there and make a difference. i’ll soak my feet in sympathy and support!
i’m officially ready to start shelf-painting. i finished the sanding last night, finally, so the only thing standing in my way is sloth. boy, do i have a lot of that. honestly, and don’t laugh, i’m paranoid of the oil paint i bought. i’ve never used it and i don’t want to fuck anything up. yeah, yeah. i know i felt the same way when i polyurethaned my kitchen table and that turned out okay. i know, i shouldn’t worry. i’m a smart, capable girl with a lot of common sense, if not patience. that doesn’t mean i can’t be scared i’ll screw up, is it? *sigh* it’s so exhausting being me, some days.
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have we mentioned how much we love how our floors look post mop & glo? well, we do. they’re absolutely lovely.
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yesterday, after dropping off my old adsl modem at the phone company store at the mall, i left with a (very cool) new phone number. i mentioned looking into getting caller id or smart ring for the intercom, and smart ring was totally the best way to go. not only was it cheaper, when the phone rings i know by the kind of ring it is if it’s the door or not, i don’t have to go running for the caller id box to check the number.
the only problem is that in the eight hours since getting it activated, i’ve already had six wrong number calls. one was even from revenue canada looking for some woman. heh. i knew i forgot something. always ask how long it has been since your new number has been in service! heck, i’ve had my other number for almost eight years and i still get a couple calls a year for paul dean, the previous owner.
it’s been a black couple of days in hessieland. i’m feeling really fat, stupid, lazy and unloveable. this mood has not done anything much other than encourage me to eat an entire bag of tostitos, but it’s rather annoying. i realize that i shouldn’t feel that way because, while i am fat and lazy (don’t argue, it’s totally true), i’m not stupid and there are at least half a dozen people out in the world who love me very much. i need to seriously recommit to weight watchers, finding time for exercise and getting off my ass and finishing getting the apartment in order. i really want to invite people over, but i won’t until the boxes are gone, gone, gone. i guess this paragraph is a kick-myself-in-the-ass kind of deal. if it doesn’t work, feel free to kick me, too.