Jen Lancaster's Blog, page 20

Don't Know Much Trigonometry, Either

"I know! While Fletch is at Home Depot, I'll go down to the basement and bring up the table the old owners left! And I'll have it all set up with the new chairs [our only furniture until our official move on Monday:] so we'll have someplace to sit that isn't the floor when he gets back!" ... "This doesn't seem heavy at all! But the weird root-cellar-y door I'm supposed to take this out has a big spider on it. I'll just bring it up the regular basement stairs and through the house." ... "Look a...

All We Ever Wanted Was Everything*

*title shamelessly swiped from an awesome book by Janelle Brown For those who don't follow along on Twitter, I should mention we took possession of our house today. I'm kind of shocked at how quick and easy the closing process was, especially after all the horror stories I'd heard. Although since the seven months of house hunting preceding it (and twenty years of renting) were, um, a bit rocky, maybe it was finally time? Anyway, judging from some of the correspondence I've received lately, I'...

A Formal Apology

It's becoming increasing evident that I need to apologize. I've been denigrating certain people in a Situation and all those involved with the Situation have been working hard to show me the error of my ways. In short, I was wrong. So very wrong. And I'm sorry. So very sorry. I spoke with emotion, not logic, and I ended up perceiving an entirely skewed version of said Situation. I thought I was right. I was convinced of my rightness. I was right to the point of being Right. I was so blinded b...

Hi, Honey, I'm Home

The house reeks of bourbon, there's no food in the fridge, and all my plants are dead. I'm not going to hit him with a frying pan, but I did just change my password. Viva la Jennsylvania!

Oh God! Jen's going to come home tomorrow and hit me in t...

Oh God! Jen's going to come home tomorrow and hit me in the head with a frying pan, or some other cliche.

Fletch (yes, I'm referring to myself in the third person ...

Fletch (yes, I'm referring to myself in the third person now) has always subscribed to the theory that nobody gives a rat's ass what I think. But, apparently, I'm wrong about that. I am so dead.

This may be the best motivator I've seen: Did Patton hate...

This may be the best motivator I've seen: Did Patton hate Nazis!?!?! YES!" George Patton is my all-time favorite General, so I guess I have a duty to blog.

I've seen a lot of comments suggesting I start my own blo...

I've seen a lot of comments suggesting I start my own blog. Sounds like a lot of work, but I'm toying with the idea. Should I really do it?

Day Three, the Standoff Continues

Jen gets home around 7:00 PM tomorrow. I expect that she will retake this blog in the same manor Delta Force storms a hijacked airliner. Fletch may die in the melee, but I stand with you. Comments are open, Viva la Revolucion!

I am holding Jen's blog like Lufthansa Flight 181 in 1977.

I am holding Jen's blog like Lufthansa Flight 181 in 1977.