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Monday, April 30, 2012

The Drywall is going up!! and: YOU ARE FIRED!!!


Lanny:  The loft is finally taking shape. The first picture is before we drywalled. The rest of the pictures are during the drywall process. I had purchased a drywall lift. I didn't want to, but after seeing first hand how much trouble it was for us to lift and maneauver the drywall sheets, I decided it would be a good investment.



Nancy:  the drywall lift was a great investment.  We couldn't have handled those big sheets.  No way.  No how.  We would have injured ourselves.

Nancy:  The drywall going up has made the room smaller but it is a cute room.  It will make a great bunk room for the grandchildren and I hope to carve out a sewing/craft corner for me . . . for my retirement years. 


Nancy's view:

Himself and I were upstairs trying to drywall. We were on the ceiling, having to cut pieces and figure angles. He proposed a solution to our current situation and I disagreed. I said, no, let’s do it this way.

Suddenly, there was shimmering, the heavens dimmed and the earth shook -- and instead of Himself, there was Donald Trump standing tall, holding his arm out, pointing his finger at me yelling “You are fired!” “Get out!”

So I got out.

Craig and Traci were at the cabin that weekend and just happened to outside as I left the cabin. I said “I’ve been fired. Told to leave.” I said, “don’t worry, it has happened before and it will happen again.”

So I left “Donald” to cool down and went about my own business for a bit before going back, humbly apologizing to Himself (thank goodness, Donald had gone!) and promising from that day forward I would only do his bidding and not have any ideas of my own . . . And I did and I didn’t . . . for, oh well, for about 2 hours.

And that is the ebb and the flow of Himself and Nana working together!



Look at all those angles!  No wonder we bickered a little! 

At least I came back to help clean up.
In case you don't know, this is Himself's bedroom.  He sleeps here and has turned over the bed in the little cabin to me.  He is a room and half away (with space between the cabin's) and sleeps very well here -- he can't hear me snore.  I hate knowing that I snore like that, that loud, but anytime I mention going to a sleep clinic and checking into my snoring, it is like "oh now, you don't snore that bad".  Yeah, right . . .


I will be so glad when we get this done -- and the downstairs. 
It will be so nice when it is finished!

5 comments:

Nance said...

you rascal, that was short and sweet. I know you have a lot more to tell about our experiences dry-walling that upstairs room. It was challenging! It was hard work! It was sometimes a boxing match! A knock out, drag out! If you want to add more detail, you can go in there and "revert to draft" or just "edit" and add more words. Anytime you want. : )

Erica Jo said...

looks awesome!

Erica Jo said...

lol, I love that he fired you! And it's going to be awesome! Fred Calvin mentioned something about him forgetting to go down and do some work for you???

Kristy said...

I can see dad, right at that moment before you were "fired" . . . his face got red, his eyes bulged a little and his head shook back and forth before he blurted those words out . . . funny!

Tracia said...

Better to be fired than never hired.....lol