I've been running around like the proverbial headless fowl for DAYS and I STILL don't have my stuff moved into my new girl cave. First, Cousin H never showed up Saturday to help me finish getting set up. I haven't heard from him at all. I'm not sure what the deal is, but I'm not calling him and asking. Maybe I didn't pay him enough, maybe my crazy is too much to take, maybe he's in jail... I'm not going to worry about it.
I've discovered that nothing that runs on battery works and the outlets are dead in the bedroom. This revealed a new found creativity with extension cords, double sided sticky tape and fluorescent strip lights.
I desperately needed a bed, so I found a state licensed business over in Big City that buys used mattresses from furniture stores (Ever wonder what they did with the old ones they hauled off? Now you know,) bakes them in a ginormous oven for two hours to kill everything then douses them in hydrogen peroxide. I got a queen sized set that was in WAY better shape than what I've been sleeping on for 70 bucks. Unfortunately, I also discovered that a queen sized boxspring will NOT go into an RV sized bedroom.
At all.
Even if you take the jigsaw and chop away some of the trim across the top of the door jam.
*cough*
I should not be left unsupervised in the company of power tools.
Anywho...
The mattress was a struggle, I somehow managed to get it stuck sideways between the ceiling and the floor once I got it in the room, but after some sweat, tears, unintentional flatulence (I was straining ya'll!) I got it in there.
Also? I've made more trips to Lowe's and Walmart than I care to mention. I have heat, but it's LOUD, so I picked up a space heater last night. I still don't have the water hooked up, I need to fix a leak by the spout on the house first, then I'm gonna just run a garden hose to the RV. I have my puter hooked up, complete with innerwebs and a cable running from the passenger side window to Ma's room, in true white trash fashion. I can't get the satellite to work, but our dish is always effed up. I just don't feel like dealing with the dish people right now, so I'm entertaining myself with Netflix for the time being.
I'm still running between buildings to use the bathroom, which is fun and I have NO idea if the hot water heater is even going to work, I needed to go back and read whether it runs off battery power or off the plug. I do, however, have propane, so I can probably get the stove operational, so I can heat water for cleaning, dishes etc. The Amazon might just have to accept that we'll be sharing a shower a while longer.
We'll see.
And in totally unrelated news and proof that I'm out of my ever lovin' mind, I'm on the waiting list for one of these:
They will be ready (8 weeks old) around November 23rd.
Let's just call it my mid-life crisis. Kay?
We'll talk again soon. Later Taters!
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6 comments:
This truly is the start of something big. Your determination to make this work is EPIC!!!
Tiff is right, and I wish you luck!!
Girl, I am with you on the extention cords and double sided tape...(in my house, don't tell anyone). You will get it all together, it just takes time. Good luck.
Oh and please keep the large furry animal away from the small furry animal....that could spell big trouble.
BUNNY!
Omg - by the time I get caught up there's already another post to read! Hope nothing else is so much of a strain that it causes unintentional flatulence. Or bladder leakage. Just threw that one in there for giggles!
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