shit slinging monkeys and kick-boxing

So the room addition is coming along nicely... it's been a great distraction from the hell that is my life. The drywall is up and mudded, and the exterior has been laid, still waiting for the final layer (colored layer) of stucco to be applied... then the outside will be DONE. So the door guy tells us we have to paint so that he can come in and put in the doors... he also tells us that if we buy and paint some moulding, he will put that up for us as well. So last weekend we bust our asses trying to primer and paint the master bedroom, the walk-in closet and the bathroom. OMG... it SUCKED... there is NO way we were going to finish in two days! We gave it our all and got it primered and the first coat in the master. We actually got the whole bathroom and closet done. Easy since it was all white (ceilings and walls) and there was no worrying about the edges, etc. The master will have cream walls, with a french blue accent wall, and a white ceiling... thus the pain in the ass with the different colors right next to each other...edging and all.... AGH!

So, we're on a roll and so Monday rolls in. The freaking "door" guys basically messed up every wall in the master... so apparently we have shit slinging monkeys as contractors... HELLO??? YOU ARE IN THE DETAIL PART OF THIS PROJECT YOU GORILLA'S... DON"T JUST BANG AROUND LIKE IT'S NOTHING. So... now we have to re-do the walls... and by adding the doors and the moulding the guy also has to remud parts of the walls, due to the frame, etc. SO WHY IN THE HELL DID HE TELL US TO PAINT IF HE KNEW HE WOULD BE MESSING THINGS UP??? GO FIGURE! So, we are re-painting and fixing the damage done by he SSM's.

We picked out tile for the bathroom and carpet for the rest of the room/closet. We checked out fixtures and cabinetry for he bathroom too. So, there IS a light at the end of the tunnel. A far, distant, glimmer of light.. that fades in and out from time to time, but exists... even if only in my imagination.

So... since it has been decided that I am at maximum capacity... I have taken up kick-boxing at a local gym. I have only committed myself to one month of this, just in case I hate it or just get lazy again. I figure this will also help with the rage inside my head... punching on a helpless bag of whatever it is inside those things instead of punching people that make me mad. It's cheaper than getting myself out of jail.