Bathroom remodel pictures

Sadly, I don't seem to have any "before" pictures of the upstairs bathroom, unless you count this one, taken after we ripped out the old one but before we built the new one...



Below are the "after" images - we did it all by ourselves! And by all by ourselves I mean of course with the help of my father, brother, and mother...

I'm sorry if I was mean to you...

Sincerely, I apologize if I was a jerk to you in the past couple of days. I've been on a bit of a bender. Sometimes I'm just too high-strung. I need to relax, thank goodness for the long weekend.

Tori Spelling is no doctor...

Please read the following quote from Tori Spelling in OK Magazine regarding her new daughter Stella:

"She's a miracle," enthuses Tori, who then overshares how the "miracle" actually happened. "I was on one pill and wasn't feeling well, so I went off of it. Two days later, the doctor put me on another, and on that one day, we conceived. It was meant to be!"

Alright, so I don't have a medical degree, but even I know how birth control works. You can not get pregnant from skipping a pill one day if you had previously been taking it for two to four weeks or longer. Not only does the pill not turn-off like a switch if you forget to take it, but it can take up to three days after sex for an egg to be fertilized - so even if they "did it" the day she wasn't on the pill, it's possible they didn't actually conceive on that day.

A Worthwhile Cause....

Below is the website for a Foundation my company may be working with soon. This one hits particularly close to home; as many of you know, a close member of my family has epilepsy. Please take a minute to check this site out - and watch "Emmett's Video".

http://www.epilepsyoutreach.org/

I'm turning into a witch...

And it ain't the pretty Glenda the Good Witch type either.

Anybody watch Jon and Kate plus 8? I can totally identify with Kate. She's anal-retentive, bitchy to her husband, a neat-freak, and always thinks she right. My type of lady.

Kate has 8 children so we give her licence to act like a harpie. I mean, the woman has EIGHT CHILDREN! I only have one, so maybe I shouldn't be such a spaz, right? But Kate doesn't have two dogs, my two stupid dogs have to equate to at least one small child, right? And Kate doesn't work outside the home, my job managing others while keeping all our family balls in the air must equal at least one kid! So, Kate has eight and I have a theoretical three. Eight kids is crazy, but three is no walk in the park either.

I know some of my co-workers get to witness my frustration and exhaustion first hand. It can't be pretty...post-pregnancy K stomping around demanding things, steam coming out of my ears, lasers shooting out from my eyes, and the roaring must be terribly distracting.

But I can't help it. Now I have a purpose, something more important than whatever the heck my purpose was before Miss M. And the fact that I have to leave my primary purpose at home with someone else all day makes the purpose I have at work frustrating. If I'm going to show up at the office everyday it had better be worth my while. I would much rather be at home with my kid, so don't f$#k with me at work. At some point throughout the each day I want to kill just about everyone I work with or for, or myself. (disclaimer: that comment is not a threat of violence, it's an exaggeration)

THANK GOD we're going on vacation this weekend!