Some of you may remember Michelle’s Chevron Bookshelves. She has since placed some golden objects onto the shelves and declared it the blue and gold room. I decided that I would build a table for the room and stick with the theme.

Here is my handy work.

It’s build out of pipe fittings that I took from my warehouse and spray painted gold. It looks freaking sweet if I do say so myself.

This table was originally supposed to have a wooden table top, but after I realized I don’t know how to make a table top out of wood we decided to go with glass. I think it works out better than wood, because it shows off the hardware much better.

This is what I came home to yesterday.

That hole is about five feet deep.

This is what was in our main drain.

Mom: Do the roots smell like juniper roots?
Me: Uh, I’m not about to smell them, but I’m pretty sure they smell like poop. Were we growing poop plants?

Me: Michelle, come out here! Do you see those goats?
Michelle: Whoa!
Me: Holy crap! Look over there!

“What are you goats doing in our backyard?”

As I type this they are still outside, munching away on the grass.

You can’t see how deep the warehouse is, but we have a long way to go. Drilling and bolting all these shelves down to the concrete is going to be insane.

The nice thing about 10-hour days of physical labor is that I can pretty much eat whatever I want. I had five slices of pizza for lunch one day. After moving some stuff home this weekend I stopped at the local burger joint and decided to go nuts.

Me: Can I get a bacon cheeseburger with pastrami on top if it?
Cashier: Oh, what you want is the Colossal Burger and add bacon to it.
Me: There’s already a name for this burger?!
Cop behind me: Get it. It’s awesome.

I did, and it was.

After my colossal lunch, Michelle’s family came over to look at the new place. They put out some eggs for the Easter egg hunt.

Counting their treasure.

To summarize it all, things are pretty rough right now, and I’m pretty tired. I will be back to my normal fun-loving self soon enough I hope.

Life without all the responsibilities of adults is what we wanted to start with, so we decided to rent. While rent is significantly cheaper than the chunk of mortgage I was paying on my parents’ place (nice way to dodge some taxes), I am having a minor freak out about money right now.

Michelle is probably annoyed with me questioning everything we are spending. Do we really need brand new furniture? There’s plenty of good stuff on Craigslist that might not have bodily fluids on it. Do we have to do laundry again? Turn your underwear inside out and backwards at least once before washing it. Dinner? We ate yesterday!

Still, even though it’s an apartment I’d like our place to feel like our first home. That’s why we will be decorating like this.

It’s like having porcelain dolls all over the house but a lot less creepy.

Nothing says good morning like Emperor Palpatine and Darth Maul side by side.

Man, boiling noodles is hard, but I think this is my sign that I need to move out. The good news is that I will be auctioning off my spot. It’s a pretty good gig. Place your bids in the comments.

Being grown up sucks.

What you don’t see in this picture is a house right below us. We have a pretty steep hill, so unless you’re at the edge, you don’t see this house. It must provide some sense of privacy for our neighbors below, so much so that the man of the house feels comfortable enough to walk around in his birthday suit.

One day while I was home sick, I took the camera and tripod out to the edge to snap some pictures of the view, but I caught a glimpse of what I thought was bare bottom. I didn’t do a double check. I turned around and decided my pictures could wait.

I questioned myself about what I saw. Maybe I just saw some skin colored shorts, and that was the end of that, until my parents told me they saw our neighbor’s doodle. We have our very own Ugly Naked Guy.

This window has been broken for 20 years. I put the tape on it this winter, because it was exceptionally cold.

“Whoa! She’s getting out of the shower again! Check it out!”

Yes, the previous owner left a pair of high powered binoculars and a telescope. The telescope even has a laser sight on it. I can make people all over Los Angeles think there is a sniper out to get them. I’ll update with pictures as we get moved into the new house.

The whole transaction happened rather quickly. The house just listed, and my parents saw it Saturday. Sunday their bid was in, and three days later their offer was accepted.

Overlooking the city.

My parents weren’t the only ones interested. Also, you can see the plans I have made already.

View of the ocean over rooftops.

The view can even be seen from inside the home.

Even though I’m happy that my parents got a great new home, there are some things I am not looking forward to in all this.

1. Moving. I hated moving, even when I was just in an apartment in college. It’s probably going to take me two whole days just to move my fish tanks.

2. Traffic. This house puts me farther away from a freeway. Getting to work in the morning is going to be a pain in the ass.

There is some up side to the new home. There will finally be radio reception and cell phone reception for people using carriers other than Sprint. It won’t take me close to 40 minutes to drive to Michelle’s house even though she is in the next city over. I’ll get a room that won’t have a crack in the window. It’s so damn cold during the winters. Last, but certainly not least, you know I’m going to have a going away party at this house, but try not to mess stuff up. We still have to rent the house to someone.