"Where Quality And Precision Is What Counts!"

The slogan on the back of a carpet installation truck. I wouldn't hire them.


I am still in California. Two nights in a row I have sat on the floor sobbing because the easy to install laminate flooring wouldn't lock in place. I am tired. The house is looking beautiful. If people (males) would quit screwing up things I have already done, I wouldn't have to redo them. I get so tired of the assumption that because I am a woman, I couldn't possibly know better. Well, I may not have developed the nail hammering skills of a man, but I can calculate the hell out of a wood floor and I can figure out how to fix anything given a little time.

Men use force. Women think.

I am turning into a sexist sow!

You can tell that KMart bought Sears

I bought a spray gun at sears 2 days ago for $109.99. After reading the book of instructions it was determined that I needed to purchase the 2.2mm spray nozzle to use the gun most efficiently. I went to the store again today and asked about nozzles for the spray gun. The gray haired man disdainfully informed me that they don't carry spray nozzles and walked off. I tracked him down, "Sir, this is a craftsman, I bought it here and it says that I need to buy this nozzle. Where can I get it?"

"Try the parts and repair place across town." He didn't give me a phone number, didn't offer to call, nothing.

I went to the parts place and of course the part numbers didn't match the almighty Sears computer (the Sears Department store had a better computer that might have been able to identify the part). Margherita was a good person and called several paint stores to try to find a tip that would work. She deserves a raise. Unfortunately, there is no nozzle in Modesto.

I will be returning the spray gun. (I bought one for $12.99 at another place that will probably be fine.

Boycott The Home Depot

Why do I get bad service? The odds of getting bad service as often as I do are incredibly high so I can only assume that there has been a steep decline in training, intelligence and customer satisfaction skills found in today's employees.

This morning I ordered a piece of banana cream pie at Bakers Square. The toasted almonds were soggy, the bananas were brown, and the whipped cream was rubbery. That slice had to be at least three days old. Of course I didn't get a free piece of pie to make up for tasting this travesty, I had to pay for the replacement slice of boysenberry.

Last weekend, I bought paint and painted the garage and the front of the house and all of the trim. I requested EXTERIOR satin paint.

Today, while getting more paint I noticed that the exterior paint cans have black on them, my cans have no black. The f#$%ing morons mixed and sold me 5 cans of the wrong paint.

All of my work has to be redone, not just the part Bill decided to ruin. I am getting an ulcer.

I am going to return that paint and they are going to give me a refund. If they are smart, they will also give me a big gift card. If not, I will return everything I haven't used yet and go to Lowe's to repurchase it. I will buy, use and return things so that I cost Home Depot as much money and time as they have cost me.

I HATE HOME DEPOT.

The Mighty Mopo

I am driving down Carpenter in Modesto and I look in the rearview mirror. A Mopo is tailgating me. I am going 2 miles below the speed limit so I go a little faster. He turns on his lights and pulls me over.

"May I help you?" I hand him my Texas driver's license from the window of my Texas vehicle.

"It is illegal to drive a vehicle with tinted windows in the front and sides in the state of California!"

"Well, what am I supposed to do?" (I am thinking don't you see that I am from Texas)

"It is illegal to drive a vehicle with tinted windows in the front and sides in the state of California!"

"Well, what am I supposed to do?" (Are you a moron?)

"Do you live here?"

"No, I am just visiting."

"OK" he hands me my license and walks away.

Bill said that because I was a white girl with an attitude, I probably wasn't a drug dealer even though my car fits the profile. A guilty person wouldn't act the way I do.

San Francisco

Bill is returning today. I have a few suprises for him. The front door of the house has been painted purple, the front of the house has been painted green, almost all of the floor has been laid (with the help of my dad), the outside trim is painted and waiting to be hung, the inside trim has been purchased and I don't feel like painting it, and I have painted all of the existing house trim white.

San Francisco is supposed to reach a high of 69 degrees today. I am actually wearing a sweater to pick Bill up. I hope he takes me out for Rice-a-Roni and a trolley ride. I may have to leave him in Alcatraz if he doesn't get the house finished quickly.

Bill has left me :(

I am still in Modesto! Bill left last week to go play in NYC and then go to Nacogdoches this week and go to class and water the plants.

I am still in Modesto. Fortunately, I am staying with a friend who has air conditioning and cable and I don't have to stay at the house. The house is coming along nicely. The wood floor is laid and the walls are painted. I still have trim to buy and paint.

My finger is doing ok. I cut it with a razor blade, dripped enough blood for a crime scene and almost fainted during the whole ordeal (anything to get out of work). I went to the Public Health place and got a tetanus shot just to be safe. The tetanus shot was the only good deal I have found here, only $10.