Well, I got back from San Diego today. It's been a while since I've last posted because I have been in California for my brother's wedding for a week. It was pretty nice, I got my own double bed, room, and bathroom. Pictures are coming soon.
Anyway, its been a pretty busy week. I have been through the temple three times last week. I've done my own endowments, initiations, and I attended David's sealing. It has been an amazing week.
I also got my first manicure last week for the wedding. After all, I was the best man. I deserved to look pretty. It was actually pretty nice. Im going to get a pedicure with Julie when I get back in Provo.
So, I have to go to my brother's open house this next week. That will be fun. And Im doing an all day babysitting job for my sister on friday. Double fun.
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
Thursday, May 8, 2008
I'm going to find the guy who installed our air conditioning unit and kill him...
I don't know. I think the title pretty much says it all. Today I put in about 4 and 1/2 hours into fixing a stupid mistake made by some stupid handyman who did a stupid job installing tracks for air filters. It's a long, not really funny rant. You can skip to the end if you want.
When we first moved into our new house, the first thing my mom did was have me change the furnace filters. This has been a constant theme in the Clyde household since my sister (and everyone else for that matter) have pretty bad allergies. So I take a few minutes to look over the first air conditioning unit, and I noticed that the depth dimension is too short (normally air filters are 1 inch deep. This one was about 3/4). It didn't really matter though, as long as the width and length were okay, I could still maneuver it in.
So I make it to the next air conditioning unit (you need two for a house our size in Arizona). Anyway, I tugged out the old filters, and they were black and shredded. I'm pretty sure they were shredded before hand when the person who last put the filters in forced them in. I'm pretty sure the filters were black because the person who changed them never wanted to do it again. The reason why is because the bimbo (yeah, that's right, bimbo) who installed it messed up the depth and width dimensions.
Today I had to take snippers and cut away the thick sheet metal, and then take a grinder and grind away all of the jagged edges so nobody gets tetanus by cutting themselves. After doing that and buying new eco-friendly air filters, I found out that this guy had installed a track that goes all the way down. This track made it impossible to put in the new filters.
Anyway. Thanks, idiot.
On a lighter note, I heard this song on random on my iPod. After listening to it when I'm not in sixth grade, I started to like it a whole lot more.
The song is using a metaphor in this line: "Me and Cinderella, We put it all together, We can drive it home, With one headlight." I think what it is trying to say is that it is possible for two people who have been emotionally/psychologically to find some middle ground and actually support each other. It isn't perfect, but like a car with one headlight, it will at least get them home.
This made me wonder. Is this actually possible, is it just romantic dreaming? Sure, one psychologically damaged person may be able to help the other when one is having a bad day, but could they both pull it together when they are both having bad days? I don't know. Maybe. Sorry, I don't like pensive posts anymore than you do.
When we first moved into our new house, the first thing my mom did was have me change the furnace filters. This has been a constant theme in the Clyde household since my sister (and everyone else for that matter) have pretty bad allergies. So I take a few minutes to look over the first air conditioning unit, and I noticed that the depth dimension is too short (normally air filters are 1 inch deep. This one was about 3/4). It didn't really matter though, as long as the width and length were okay, I could still maneuver it in.
So I make it to the next air conditioning unit (you need two for a house our size in Arizona). Anyway, I tugged out the old filters, and they were black and shredded. I'm pretty sure they were shredded before hand when the person who last put the filters in forced them in. I'm pretty sure the filters were black because the person who changed them never wanted to do it again. The reason why is because the bimbo (yeah, that's right, bimbo) who installed it messed up the depth and width dimensions.
Today I had to take snippers and cut away the thick sheet metal, and then take a grinder and grind away all of the jagged edges so nobody gets tetanus by cutting themselves. After doing that and buying new eco-friendly air filters, I found out that this guy had installed a track that goes all the way down. This track made it impossible to put in the new filters.
Anyway. Thanks, idiot.
On a lighter note, I heard this song on random on my iPod. After listening to it when I'm not in sixth grade, I started to like it a whole lot more.
The song is using a metaphor in this line: "Me and Cinderella, We put it all together, We can drive it home, With one headlight." I think what it is trying to say is that it is possible for two people who have been emotionally/psychologically to find some middle ground and actually support each other. It isn't perfect, but like a car with one headlight, it will at least get them home.
This made me wonder. Is this actually possible, is it just romantic dreaming? Sure, one psychologically damaged person may be able to help the other when one is having a bad day, but could they both pull it together when they are both having bad days? I don't know. Maybe. Sorry, I don't like pensive posts anymore than you do.
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