Wednesday, August 31, 2005


GOOD MORNING DETROIT! Posted by Picasa

Tuesday, August 30, 2005

Grrr. I keep forgetting to email myself pictures! I'll do it when I get home tonight for sure.

I wrote a general contracting company a nasty letter yesterday. I suppose it didn't have to be as loathsome as it was but I couldn't help it, the guy is terribly unprofessional and not to mention dishonest. The owner of the company wrote a letter to my customer saying that after numerous attempts to coordinate his work with my customer and my company, he was forced to hire another roofing contractor to install units on my roof. He also said he got in contact with my manufacturer, sent them photos, and had the roofer install the units per my manufacturer's request.

Ok. First, this is the same contractor who shattered a pane of glass, cut up a glazing guy's arm in the process, and then challenged the injured glazing guy to a fight because he told the Super who actually caused the accident instead lying like the dumb contractor wanted. So this guy doesn't really have a great rep around the site to begin with and now he's trying to blame his problems on my customer and I. Months have already gone by and not once has he called or talked to me on site about what he wanted done on my roof. What a liar! Then in the same letter, he tries to say that he got approval from my manufacturer - what a joke. I've seen his roofer's work and let me tell ya, there's a 99% chance my manufacturer isn't going to approve of your mess of a job.

Ugh. I sent this guy a quote about 8 days before he started the work, he probably found someone cheaper, and now he's trying to cover his ass cause he realized he made a mistake. Hey man, if you make a mistake, that's fine. Everyone makes mistakes. Just don't lie about it and then point a few fingers to make yourself look better.

On a completely different note, the lotto is up to $111 Million today. I've never played before but I'm thinking maybe I might today. The money goes to schools right? And it's what...two bucks to play?

Friday, August 26, 2005

You know when you start something and you get half way through it and you realize that you've done the whole thing wrong? That happened to me today and I'm so pissed. I got all the way through this project and had to start all over again with a different system. Pain in the BEE-hind.

After this weekend, we should be finished with the ceiling and the lights in the basement. I'll post pictures in sequence on Monday.....unless of course, I get anxious.......then maybe I'll post on Sunday. Who knows.

Alrighty, well it's 20 to four now and I think it's time for me to officially go home. I've had enough.

Tuesday, August 23, 2005

This weekend I WILL post pictures I promise. I just want to get the ceiling done before I unveil the progress we've made in the main room. It's gonna be so great.....if you can remember how it was, you'll love how it is now.

Speaking of houses, I know every new homeowner says "oh the house will be so good if only this was done" but it's totally not true. You work on one room and then other rooms look like they need fixing. Then the outside could use a face lift. Then this, then that - as soon as you know it, you've been in the house for 5 years and not once did you stop working on it.

See, last night Paul and I came up with this list of projects scheduled for next year. We're going to:
1. Paint the house or hire someone to paint the house
2. Build an addition onto the deck.
3. Rebuild the porch and steps
4. Install a new tub in the upstairs bathroom
5. Possibly add a/c throughout the house
6. Build one big giant desk in the office (this winter)

The only thing that we had on the list for next year originally, was #3. That's it. Now look at it. That's crazy! Plus, I still have to furnish the basement, get rid of the sand box in the yard, and fix the driveway all before fall starts kickin in! Holy moly - this is gonna be a long 5 years. :-)

Monday, August 22, 2005

Thank you Dream Cruise. Thank you for making people happy, giving most of detroit a reason to get together, and for only being on one solid weekend out of the whole year. My commute is back to normal again - I can drive home without worrying about getting cut off by some hot rod or losing a front end because someone decided to stop too fast to show off their car. I don't have to stop and wait for 20 minutes while some dude moves his car from the road because it overheated - cause the old car was never intended to be driven up and down a highway at 45 mph in 95 degree weather, for 4 hours. I can finally relax when I'm driving home during rush hour.

I heard this story this morning on the radio and it kinda gives an example of what I was worried about this past week. Yesterday morning, these guys were racing down 59 (a highway not far from where I live). One of the guys stops and another driver slams into the back of the racer causing the dude to have head injuries. That's scary. I mean, last week, that could've happened like a dozen times cause of the stupid hot rods or muscle cars that need to race during rush hour. It totally ruins it for all the people who wait for the weekend to go out. I would hate to run into someone like that. I would probably pass out if that ever happened. Just because the guy was being an idiot doesn't mean that he should have head injuries. I mean, his car should probably be all banged up but not his head. That's not cool.

Friday, August 19, 2005

I don't really mind it when people are around on the weekend but when people start driving down woodward for fun during the week, I swear I just want to get out and scream at every single last one of them. You see, woodward is a large part of my commute every day and when jackoffs decide to slow traffic down at 4:30 - 5pm every day for a week because they just can't wait til Dream Cruise on the weekend, I want to scream. Idiots! FOR THE LOVE OF GOD LET ME DRIVE HOME !!!! All I ask is that you stay off the damn road until rush hour is over!

And you people, the ones who sit on the side of the road at 4:30. Are you amused by the fact that cruiserheads disturb commuters? Or are you trying to save seats for the weekend........on Monday. You people suck.

Thursday, August 18, 2005

Big Lou:

I was a child when I first met you. I had to come in to work with my mom and my brother and sister, back when we were in Detroit. My brother and I would play in the sheet metal shop, punching holes through nickels, or in the yard with the pit bulls or on the crane. I'd hear my dad talking about you guys when his voice echoed through the back offices to wherever we were playing. I was 8. Fifteen years later and I've never heard anything but good things about you. It's always about how you're loyal, personable, dedicated and just an overall good man. Everyone seems to be so proud of you, even my dad.

You were a good man. I hope you know that. We're all thinking you're roofing with the angels now. I hope that's true. You will be missed.

Forever peace,
JM Walters

Michigan Management Headquarters.  Posted by Picasa

Tuesday, August 16, 2005

I deleted a post. I don't really like to do that but I probably shouldn't have put it up there in the first place. I just had a moment of frustration and I wanted to capture it but now that I see it, it was a dumb thing to say.

I had this private book a while back that I bought just for my own personal thoughts. I promised myself that whenever I got really depressed, or excited, or frustrated, or scared, I would write down what I was feeling at that single moment and why I felt the way I did. However, I knew that if anyone found and proceeded to read the contents of that book, I'd have some explaining to do. But for some reason, I felt it was more damaging to myself if I didn't do it.

Anyway, so over a couple of months I had a few pages worth of material and every now and then I'd go back and read through everything I wrote down. The more I read, the more relaxed I felt. Now I know that sounds weird but whenever I would hit kind of a low point, I just wanted to get the situation off my shoulders without causing any drama. Soon enough, I didn't stew over low points anymore. They just became this short tiff that kind of disappeared after a little while. It's cool.

My point is, if I write about some frustrating, offensive, upsetting, or depressing or something along those lines here on this site -- it's ok, by the time I finish typing the post, I'm over it.
I want to do something new. I want to try like skydiving or something. Or maybe learn how to walk on hot coals or something. I know it sounds weird, but how cool would that be if you were at a party and someone asks you if you've ever done anything crazy and you said "I once walked on hot coals." How cool is that?
I really need some freakin coffee.

Friday, August 12, 2005

i'm sick of this heat. i love it when it's cold out. i love fall. can fall come early this year?

Tuesday, August 09, 2005

I had a little nightmare last night and I woke up wondering if it was true. I'm certainly glad it wasn't but kinda wished I could get back to it as soon as I fell back asleep. It was about aliens.

I started playing this game with this girl and her family. It was a Chinese Battle Ship type game but every time you took a wrong space, it would cost you money. At the end of the game, I was down $12,000 which didn't seem possible but whatever. So they were getting all upset with me because I was like "great I have to take out a loan to pay you guys and I'm pretty maxed out right now." The girl was like "I told you that it would cost you money if you did it, it's your fault dude." Then I was all depressed. All of a sudden I'm in a basement and people are screaming. I get the feeling that there was an earthquake but I see these four human figures standing around the room with these shiny yellow eyes. One of the figures touches the floor and the floor begins to freeze. Then another turns into a water and rushes across the room like a tidal wave. People continue to scream. I swing at a small window and my hand breaks through. I yank on the window frame and peel it back like it was made of putty. People see the gaping hole in the blocks so they squeeze out like rats running from water. The aliens just watch. I finally get out and it's like Armageddon. Like the scene in T2 where you see the robots with red eyes. Then I woke up.

Speaking of T2, I had to critique the hell out of all of the Terminator movies in my women's studies class but they're still on my list of movies to buy. Yea, Sarah is never a heroine cause she's a mom and she's emotional so she's always overshadowed by Arnold(T2 & T3) or Kyle(T1)..... yea, Arnold (Alpha Male sans emotion) is always the saving grace........yea, the T-1000 can be believed to represent a woman's cycle - a thousand year old tradition that describes the menstrual cycle of women to be unclean, evil, and the source of fear and loathing (another example: the blood rushing down the hallway in The Shining)....... yea I know the only pictures of Sarah Connor being tough are the ones where she's draped in ammo and guns or saying things like "suck my dick" like Gina Davis in Last Kiss Goodnight so that she metaphorically 'becomes male' before developing into a 'hero' or having 'hero' qualities.....yea and I know that the camera slowly pans up and down Sarah's body reassuring the audience that, yes Sarah works out, gets sweaty, but she still is in fact a woman......etc. etc. etc. Buttttttt I still enjoy watching the movies.

Speaking of movies, the one movie that my women's studies class wouldn't have had a problem with would've been the movie Monster. Much like my husband, I think most people thought it was horrible but I think it won a lot of awards. The popularity (or rather lack thereof) of the film speaks volumes of the way society thinks of both lesbianism and prostitution. The idea that one could sympathize with Aileen when she kills the first man purely out of self defense and then develop a distaste for a woman who begins to kill and rob all men who solicit prostitutes because she realizes she'll never see justice for what she's been through or ever get a legitimate job, is just damn good writing. The only time any movie has had a premise on A) prostitution, is Pretty Woman (prostitute? Julia Roberts? Right....), B) rebelious women killers, Thelma and Louise (Gina Davis and Susan Sarandon....both kinda sexy lookin women but likable....killed men out of defense not on a whim), and C) when has there been a movie based on a real lesbian woman that wasn't a porn?? It was one of the greatest anti-hegemonic movies I've seen so far. One that was actually like reality and not some sugar coated bullshit attempting to create a half-assed premise about something taboo in society.

I gotta stop otherwise I'm not gonna get any work done.

Monday, August 08, 2005

Ok first off, this weekend was kick ass. Axel, Alisha (sp?) and Lindsay all came up with us, it was freakin great. We were drunk on Friday night, out on the canoes for 4, maybe 5 hours on Saturday and wrapped it all up Sunday morning. Adam, Ed, Paul, and I all went riding on Saturday after canoing and then again Sunday morning.

I'm not sure if I'll bring my bike next year. We drank all night Friday, all day Saturday on the river, and Saturday night after biking. Basically, our muscles were pretty fried by Sunday. So yea, it wasn't the best riding experience I've ever had....but I'll take it.

Speaking of fried, yea. I wore a white "wifebeater" shirt on the river yesterday. The only place on my body I'm burned, is from elbow to up around the inside of the shoulder, wrapping around to just above my shoulder blades -- on both sides. I'm toast. It stings. AND it's sunny out right now and I have to go to a meeting.....on a roof....outside.......in the sunny hot weather. This sucks.

Friday, August 05, 2005

You know when you're trying to tell this really funny story then you realize that the only people who will get the funny part are your coworkers? I hate that. Sometimes I have these really funny construction/roofing stories but I can't tell them because a normal person wouldn't get it without a big long explaination. I hate that.

Thursday, August 04, 2005


I took this photo while looking at a job in the city. This pic is one of the reasons why I love my job but also one of the many reasons why I hate heights. Posted by Picasa
I really need to go home and take a nap.

I'm really looking forward to going up north this weekend. My brother, Paul, and I are bringing our bikes and I can finally test out my new exhaust pipe. I just found out that another one of our friends is going to be able to snag a bike from a friend of his to go riding with us too. It's gonna be fun. Maybe I'll get my future sister-in-law into riding - it'll be tough but I might be able to do it. I'll probably post some pictures of us next week.
I drank a little too much wine at my sister's birthday dinner last night. I woke up late this morning, of course, and when I stood up, I realized I'm still kinda drunk.

I had to drive into work this morning with a headache so bad, I could barely see the road. I mean my skull was throbbing - bone, brain, everything. I don't know if I can make it through today. I've never had this bad of a hangover and had to go to work in the morning. Oh crimey.

Wednesday, August 03, 2005

We went to Crate and Barrel last night cause we had a gift certificate that we've been dying to spend. Truthfully, I haven't really ever stepped in a Crate and Barrel store before last night and I gotta tell ya, I didn't really dig it. The glasswear was really cool but everything else wasn't all that spectacular. The furniture was out of this world expensive too.

While we were walking around though, I did come up with an outfit to call my "going to a wedding" outfit. It's gonna be so great...and I'm totally gonna wear to all the weddings I go to. Ok maybe not but still, it'll be hot.

Monday, August 01, 2005

Lindz couldn't make it on Saturday so I stayed home and did nothing. I hung around all day and did absolutely nothing......It was wonderful. The only thing better than nothing would've been to go golfing but I'll settle for the second best thing that is truly nothing.

I've decided that I really like golfing. I'm not that great yet but I'm practicing at least once a week so that I can start to hold my own out on the course. Honestly, I wish I started playing this game earlier. It's been about 2 months and I can't tell you how much fun I've had playing. Most people might not be interested in it at first, but once you get the hang of it and you go with a couple of buddies - it's great. A few beers, a couple of good hits, and some really awful slices into the woods or the lake make for quite the enjoyable time.

One time, I was playing this course that had ponds at pretty much every hole. I sunk a half dozen balls that day but anyway, there were like a gajillion geese just chillin on part of each fairway around the ponds. On like the 2nd hole, I'm thinking to myself "alright just aim for the pin, aim for the pin." Sure enough, I hit the goose 10 yards away from the pin - right smack in the leg. My dad's like "oh my god look at that bird! It's limping! You made that bird limp! You can miss a 10,000 square foot fairway but you can hit a tiny little bird leg?!" I started laughing. I mean I felt bad for the bird but it was funny. I don't care who you are, that's funny.