January 28, 2008

• So tonight I had another guy that Mark knows come out and look at my floor. He seems like a good guy and although I have met him before honestly I've don't remember him. He was supposed to be out originally on Saturday but had to cancel. He rescheduled for yesterday but once again, had to cancel. He showed up today about 7:30, nice as can be. He did however keep saying that he needed a vacation. Yeah, well welcome to the fuckin club, who among us can't use a vacation? When I spoke to him on the phone I told him several times that I was looking for the cheapest shit he can put down there as I'm looking to sell the house within a year or so. He showed up with samples that, although very nice, were probably more than I am looking to spend. Even when I mentioned that I wanted to probably put down tile again because its cheap, he briefly acknowledged the tile but went right back to the laminate and Pergo that he had brought. I guess it was understandable, after all he needs a vacation. He also named dropped that he had done former Chicago Bear Dan Hampton's house. Mark had also told me that he also did former Boston Red Sox Carlton Fisk's house. Sure, I understand the need to try to impress me, but he he was laying it on kinda thick, almost like he was a politician campaigning. The rate he gave me was about $1700 for my kitchen and bathroom, which amounted to about 350 (or maybe it was 372) square feet. Still because Mark works with the guy's wife and he seems like a nice guy, I want to help him. In fact, I almost feel obligated to help him. So, I figured since he needs a vacation so bad he can have some time off by not working on my kitchen.

  The $1700 didn't even include the crawl space.If you  remember from yesterday's post, I've also have a crawl space that needs work. As you all know, for the first 5 years after my mom died, we kept her body in the crawl space. One day the funeral director showed up with a swat team of undertakers and raided my house and crawl space, in a daring pre-dawn raid about noon. Ever since then the crawl space stinks of that weird funeral home smell, you know, the smell funeral directors give off after they molest one of their clients. Oh, and there seems to be some sort of leak down there, which as is my understanding needs to be taken care of before mold starts to set in and what not. So who knows how much that is going to end up costing. I've also got a leaky roof I need to take care of. There might not be a better time to start my internet porno career.

  Another update from yesterday after my fall down my steps the right side of my body feels like its been in a car accident. Ok, maybe not that bad, but it feels like I played Whirley Ball. My right hand is swollen and discolored, if only slightly. I'm quite certain its not broken, I've only got some slight pain in the hand and still have full movement. Still the whole thing is kinda funny when I think about it. I literally took one damn step outside my house and slide down the 2 steps like a runner sliding into home plate. I immediately jumped right the fuck up as if nothing happened, wondering if anybody saw. Being dark out at the time, I'm certain nobody saw, but I was now covered in snow. I now curse the very ground I walk on!!! Ok, at least the one step. I'm sure if there had been a video of me falling it would been quite funny. One guy at work said he would have paid money to see that. Maybe I can reenact it for $1700!!

  Oh, the story about my mom's body in the crawl space is not true. I don't want anybody getting ideas like I'm some kind of crazy person that would store my mom's dead body in the crawl space. She is buried in the back yard.

  Just kidding about the back yard too.

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