A Can of Worms

I have four new windows *squeeee*! Admittedly, my home looks a bit like minor disaster area, and will continue in this vein for the immediate future - the wall surrounding the windows is, um, well, not repaired. I've got to organize repairing the shower next - I think it's leaking - and maybe I'll go with a small sitting bath instead. I have to get the floor in the kitchen corner and in front of the door redone (the ceramic plates have cracked). I have plans for a new sink and working surface, and a washing machine, and a new fridge, also I need to replace the iron plate on top of the wood stove. The kitchen needs new wallpaper (I have enough of the living-cum-sleeping-room wallpaper left to redo it with the same one). If I can swing it financially, I'm planning to get a small cozy toilet installed in the flat (the house has a common toilet in the hallway on both floors, but I want my own). And I sure hope extending the mortgage to get all this was worth it.
Changing the windows generates a terrible amount of dirt and dust. I've finished cleaning and vacuuming and carrying old frames out and now my back is not happy with me. So though the floors really should be washed, too, I'll leave it to the next week and take a ketoprofen.
And tomorrow morning I shall have to drive up to the capital, early in the morning - there's that 2-day CE on vet dentistry coming up.

ETA: Amusingly enough, LJ spell check does not recognise ketoprofen and offers instead that I use either waterproofing, depriving or depraving. *snerk*

I might be a bookworm, but I'm a survivor *grins*





Which of Henry VIII's wives are you?
this quiz was made by Lori Fury

...or the find from today's newspaper's joke column:
Doctor to a patient: Congratulations! There is new life budding inside you!
Patient, somewhat confusedly: But doctor, I'm most definitely male!
Doctor. Well, the tapeworm does not care what gender you are!

*snickers* Wriggly mpreg, anyone?

Weather's beautiful, and everything's bloody blooming. And the nightingales are yammering away. Only the heat is indecent.I'm firmly convinced +33 Celsius is NOT a northern climate. Turn the heater DOWN, please. I was wearing a dress and summer shoes, ergo, I have blisters now. On feet. Ow.
Also. Methos collects seasons. Especially since the travel became so darn easy. Different seasons in different places.(The idea just came to me, out of the blue. Not sure if it ever becomes anything besides the idea snippet.)
Note to self: driving a company car in summer on a good road with Queen's Greatest Hits blasting on full volume makes one inclined to, um, exceed the speed limit. And while nobody except the combined harvesters keep to the speed limit, 40 kmph over a limit might be excessive. Better keep it down to +10-20.
I suspect that if I was a vidder I'd vid (possibly horribly) Methos-Duncan-Kronos and the whole CAH/Rev mess to Too Much Love Will Kill You. Corny, I know. But I'm not ashamed. You're all just in luck I'm not able to vid *grins*.
I needed a new laptop bag, so I went shopping. I think I need to add electronics/computer shops on the 'avoid if at all possible, especially if have extra finances' list, right by the bookstores, because now I also have:
a new cordless keyboard/mouse (well, I had one for the laptop, so I needed another for the desktop, see?)
an alarm radio/cd thingy (it has cd; also, it has much bigger numbers and better reception than my previous one. And alarm clocks either make my heart jump out of the ribcage, or to avoid that reaction, make me wake nervously half an hour before the time.)
A new telephone (well, it was one of those cordless types. So's I can go and see what havoc cats are freaking in the kitchen while my mom yammers on.)
Well, they're all very necessary things, right? I really don't see why dresta11 had to insinuate that it might have been a gratuitous spending of money.
And anyway, I'm able to come out of a bookstore without buying anything. I just sit there for hours and read. I'm definitely able to come out of an electronics shop without buying stuff. *grins* Especially if I don't have any spare money.
I'll have two frantic days ahead of me doing client education presentations. If I'm lucky, the car guy will come tomorrow to look at my old car, to make it driveable again. I really don't like to be 100% dependent on a company car I share.
The window men come on Friday (do you notice the relative theoretical temporary abundance of men in my life? Workmen, that is. Probably, the best variety of men there is.). I might have four new shiny windows by Friday night. And three freaked out cats, probably.
Then I either have to take the dog to a friend or take him with me and drive up to the capital, for a continuing education lecture on small animal dentistry. Yummy, though it necessitates staying at parents'. Well, there goes the weekend. And then it'll be Monday again. Eeeek.

A huge thank you to amberleewriter for the virtual drink! I'm happily convinced it's Guiness (in spite of the straw *g*)!

..just been keeping busy, and will probably continue in the same vein for some weeks more. Among other things, am trying to plan renovations of my flat (will probably have all the windows changed next week), and there is a relatively high likelihood that I might one day get my PhD done after all. Not on the original topic, quite, but what the heck. After 7 years of non-funded scrambling on my lonesome, I'll take what I can get.
I have booked tickets to Vancouver (yay!) for the HLWW8, and I have a place in a hotel room for the duration of the con and a bit beyond, but I will most likely need a place to stay for three more days (I'll be flying over on 3rd and leaving on 11th and the room I have a place in is booked only up to the 8th of Oct). Anyone have any good advice for me? Also, are there people on my flist who are going to be there and not go on the con tour? I am not, I planned to explore on my own, but it'd be really great to have some company.
I'm resolutely not fretting over spending money on Vancouver. Dammit, one should have fun now and then:).
dresta11 has moved to Saaremaa, has managed to get the internet connection working in the farm and is complaining about bored cats. Especially one of them. And in maybe 2-3 weeks I'll have to transport my horse over there. Pihv will likely love it - lots of grazing, his own mare and foal and nothing to do all days long...
There might be exciting stuff brewing on the work front, namely a quite real chance to go back to practice within a year, perhaps. Mmm. *knockonwood* And the busy-busy-busy starts again tomorrow...so I still have some hours left for lazing around. And there is summer outside, with a considerable chunk of it pouring in from the open windows. *puts on Buffy and lies back with a beer*

...but sometimes this fact is brought to mind by things close to home. Like the damn stupid riots in our dear capital, Tallinn, supposedly to protest the removal of a Soviet monument from the city centre to a more suitable location, namely the army cemetary. Human nature shines through "beautifully" though - the supposed 'protesters for the memory of the soviet war heroes' were more interested in looting the alcohol shops and the Hugo Boss boutique. Russian media and government alike spew acid, spitting out threats and accusations...I do wonder, while Russia loudly proclaims it will not have to apologise for crimes commited by USSR as it does not consider itself the inheritor of the USSR and that the USSR is dead and gone, why does Russia feel the need to yowl after a statue that was erected by thatsame dead and gone empire to commemorate the acts Russia does not consider its business to apologise for? But, well, being a power has always meant you never have to say you're sorry...I wonder, what made for example Germany so much more brave to take the responsibility for its history?
There are streets full of broken shop windows in my birth town and there are again concrete barricades on the roads leading to the seat of the Government. Reminds me rather uncomfortably of the times 16 years ago, what with dear tovarištš Žirinovski offering to send the tanks over too and all.
And almost none of the looters and rioters actually care about the fucking bronze statue...most of them are people younger than me who cannot really even tell what they're rioting for, only that they're angry and they need to put the anger into destroying something. Seems the anger in general is becoming more and more an universal human condition...
Just came home and saw the shop across the street was surrounded by police tape. Asked the neighbour; "Bomb threat," she answered. Luckily, here, those are still mostly only threats. And seeing as there is a national ban on selling alcohol in shops for the first half of this week (becasue of the riots), I can just lift my eyebrow and remark that there are no ends to what a frustration can take people who are forced to be sober. The sad thing is, the overall stupidity of all this makes me want to get drunk. I'm glad Tartu is rather quiet, though, at least.
And to crown it all off, it is snowing outside - wet snow and bonechilling wind, in one of those freaky cold bouts the spring can feature. Fitting, somehow. At least that makes in more unpleasant for brainless maniacs to gather outside and rampage around.
Oh, and a very nice spring holidays for you, too.

ETA:A good article on the matter in the Independent.

You Are 24% Girly

You are a pretty hardcore tomboy, and a very free spirit. Gender roles be dammed, you like to do things your way.

I did hesitate a bit on the jewelry question, because, well, earrings weren't mentioned, but I do own quite a bit of those (wearing four of them at any given time might be an underlaying reason for said abundance). Apparently, the jewelry thingy gave me 4% and made all the difference between a tomboy and a guy *grins*. Though, really, I guess the present result is quite close to the truth. I did have to think very hard to be sure about the 5+ dresses (and, well, I think I counted in my end-of-high-school-party dress which I think would be a bit tight fit now), but I definitely have more than 5 skirts, so that should make up for it. I think the facts that I rarely wear the skirts and that at least half of them are, um, very short, doesn't really count.