tobermory's Diaryland Diary

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An entry where I bitch and moan about money

Steve and I are hitting the Very Expensive part of finishing the house. Coming expenses include:

Flooring for the entire 1800 sq. feet
Drywall & drywall install guys
Paint
Bathroom Fixtures
Kitchen sink & faucet (I have very expensive taste in waterworks)
Kitchen countertop

Thankfully I think I have enough saved up. Although I hated the cash outlay five years ago for the kitchen cabinets and appliances, Iím glad that itís out of the way because although I have quite a wad saved up I donít have an extra $30K laying around and I think thatís about the combined cost of the cabinets, dishwasher, refrigerator, and stove. Ouch. Last monthís expenses included the furnace and air conditioning for our part of the house and then, surprise!, the furnace for the downstairs crapped out necessitating an unplanned $3500. Sometimes I think it might be easier and cheaper to just buy a tract house in the Ďburbs.

Food blog:
Dinner last night: a landjaeger & five-year-old cheddar sandwich and a large oatmeal-raisin-pecan cookie. Not the best choice, but at least no booze-calories.

Breakfast: coffee & banana

Lunch: Iím indulging my primitive side and having steak tartar. Youíd think that since I wonít touch even a medium-rare steak or burger (well-done, brown all the way through, please) that Iíd avoid the raw meat like the plague (or perhaps avoid it like the mad-cow?) but I guess if youíve been eating something since youíve had teeth it doesnít really appear on the disgusting radar. Depending on the soup selection I might have a cup oí as well, or else a small salad. Note: I had a cup of navy bean soup and I stole a few of my cousinís french fries.

Snack: apple Ė helps to remove the eau de KalKan breath that tends to linger from the steak tartar.

Exercise: I was at spin last night and man did the music suck. It was, as Megan described it, Menís Middle-Aged Crisis Cock Rock. Bleh. May I never hear Steppenwolf again. Tonight Iíll hit the gym and try to do half running and half elliptical trainer and then jog home.

3:58 p.m. - 2007-03-08

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