Today the downstairs carpet gets replaced. Subsequently, the entirely living room and dining room has been shoved into the kitchen. It's pretty impressive, actually.
Keith told me this morning that I could still make coffee, I would just have to jump over the couch. Jumping over a couch is no great feat if coffee is the goal, so I tried it, but then I realized that I would have to crawl over the dining table to get to the sink and back again for water and a mug. So this morning, I have jumped a couch for no reason at all.
So, I am up here in Keith's man room where at least I have the Internet and Old English Christmas carols sung by choir boys. It doesn't fit in too well with the decor, which includes a shirt nailed to the wall that reads "pitcher of beer: $8.00 chicken wings: $6.00 t-shirt: $15.00 Seeing my buddy strike out with the Hooters girl....Priceless."
Yup. That's how my hubby decorates.
Not only do I have no coffee this morning, but I had to be awake at the stupidly early hour of seven thirty, since the window for the carpet guys to come was between eight and ten am.
Naturally, it is nine and still no sign of them.
I saw a poll a few days ago that I found reassuring. In the poll, 71 percent of Americans are angry at their government, forty some percent of them very angry. Great to know I'm not alone. I can't talk about this much or else I become a raving idiot, foaming at the mouth with my inarticulate frustration over their arrogance and stupidity. I'm just trying to hold it in until I can vote on the 2010 elections.
Expect to hear a lot from me about the candidates as that comes closer. In fact, if you are also one of that majority that would like to entirely sweep out all of the idiotic 111th Congress, go to BlowOutCongress.com. They will show you who your representatives are and how long they've been in office. One of mine has been in office for his fifth term.
Now, he seems to be a nice guy and all and is currently standing firm with the rest of the Republicans in the Senate against the Health Care Reform. In fact, I frequently see him on Fox news, speaking up in a slow, gentile kind of way.
But I think it's time for him to move on. I think there needs to be fresh, young blood up there; people who are connected to the real world, who have real world business experience, who were sent to Congress by the people living in their districts, not the Party interests who poured money into the race in order to put Their Guy in the seat so that he can contribute to their Party Politics.
Ok, so the carpet people didn't arrive until past eleven. They got lost looking for our address. This is not uncommon; it has happened to everyone. GPS systems, phone companies, Google Earth, all of them are lost when it comes to our address.
Why, you might ask? It was the 9-1-1 people who changed all the road names around here. It's nice to know that in an emergency the ambulance would be able to find my house. I just wish everyone else could, too.
The carpet wasn't completely put in until past three thirty, by which time I was perishing of coffee withdrawal symptoms. Seriously, if you are going to get carpet put in, be sure that access to provisions has been assured. I mean, I moved chairs, boxes, desks and angled the dining table just to be able to reach the coffee, all while in a haze of pounding headache.
But those first few sips of coffee....sheer heaven. If you are wondering, my dear readers (by the way, you number about seven, all total and I enjoy all of you, the known and the unknown), why I am drinking coffee while trying to conceive, well, that's a good question.
I talked to another Army wife about this late this summer. She said her doctor told her she could easily have one cup of coffee all the way through her pregnancy and that really, one would have to take six cups to have a negative effect.
I've heard different sides to this, but I'm going to stick with my one cup, unless told otherwise by my own doctor. I mean, French women smoke and drink (in moderation, one assumes) all the way through their pregnancies. Maybe that explains...no, no, that's a silly joke. Anyway, so far, I'm thinking coffee is ok. If it turns out not to be, I'll cut the amount in half and drink cafe au lait.
I'm not pregnant, by the way. That I know of. I'm riding the upward swing of the monthly expectations roller coaster; a couple of weeks left before the pivotal moment of the cycle.
We have everything set back up in the living and dining rooms and hopefully that's the last time I have to move the poor Christmas tree.
