Second Verse-Same as the First

I must admit, the trepidation I felt in writing my first entry has doubled for my second. Is it too early for me to claim writers block... or do you have to write more than 100 words to qualify for that? I wonder.

Regardless, I am here writing.

We have just moved into a 1978 Tudor style house in beautiful Summerland B.C. Notice I didn't say that the house was beautiful - because it's not, but it does have a few good things going for it. It is very large and it has a pool. Both of these seem to be negatives at the moment though as the pool is a delectable shade of emerald( home to hundreds of water creatures and a death trap to all the local mice) - and most of the house is empty because we have no furniture to fill it. To solve this conundrum, we tore out the old toilets and decided to set them up in our living room for the guests to sit on. This was quite a hit as you can imagine!! Our family is proud to be taking recycling to the next level. (David Suzuki eat your heart out)

So, in order to make our house beautiful, we have sought the help...

 of Qualified Professionals. Or so we thought.

(Believe it or not...they look a lot like this guy)

Note that he doesn't appear to know where to put the nail.

Our first encounter was with our friendly neighbourhood big truck guy. This is the guy, and we all know one, who has every big truck, tool and electronic device that you will ever need.  This man will make short order of any work that you need to get done -  providing that you don't mind things driven over, pulled out, or cut off.  Fortunately, there weren't too many things that I was overly attached to and...perhaps my junipers will eventually grow back??

Next were the heating guys.  Notice I say guys - because that's all you ever get. (Where are all the women trades people - that's what I want to know) One of the frustrating things about dealing with men, is that they always want to talk with my husband - it's like I'm invisible or something.  "Is your husband here?" ...."Would you like to discuss this with your husband Ma'am?" ... Ma'am? I am not a ma'am, and I can make a few decisions on my own thank you very much.  And um no...I don't know where the fuse box is.. I'll have to call my husband. 

So anyways, on to my next challenge...trying to communicate with the furnace fellows why I didn't want my thermostat in the middle of my dining room wall. "I know it will be faster for you to just cut a hole there but you can't!!" I guess I could have found a way to do a picture cluster around it, but surprisingly that was not really the look I was going for.

My last frustration is with electricians in general.  Why are they so elusive and elitist?  I have phoned a couple of different guys (note I said guys again..sigh) and they won't even return my calls. When they do finally get around to calling me back, they seem quite giddy to inform me of their outrageous prices and that they can't do any work until 2012.

Whatever...who needs em.  Oh right, we do. Crap!