Mood: Pretty good.
Listening to: Some people talking. I’m watching videos on Youtube; Real life Paranormal Activity. Yeah, I’m bored, and I’ll get on Lobosjr later on.
So, I fucked up Skyrim… lol
I made Bale, like I said earlier, and he was going to be awesome and strong and not scared of dragons, even though he does run away from them from time to time. But that’s just healthy scepticism when it comes to dangerous, possibly life threatening situations. So the fuck up is… There’s a mission, along the main quest tree, where you have to crash a party. Before that you’re supposed to an elf and hand him whatever you’ll need at the party, like armour, weapons, potions and lockpicks. I had totally forgot about that, but I did click a weapon for him to grab for me. Later I found out he didn’t take the weapon, and when I was doing the mission I was out of potions, I had found a few after killing some guards, and I was in a bad way. I couldn’t get ahead. So I had to backtrack.. reload former save… and I’m at the stable.. I still don’t have the things I need for the mission, but I reckon that if I level up loads and get more powerful magic, then I can do it. I’ll get a familiar and some shit. It’s just really annoying. I’ll work on it, at least.
What else…
We, hubby and I, have been helping out his dad with the conservatory. Like this weekend we were there on Saturday and Sunday. On Saturday we did odd jobs, picking up cut offs and stuff and putting it all in a nice fire. And then I started painting one of the walls. It’s the one where the long window will be, and we decided it would be better to get it done before the window people came to put it in. On Sunday, yesterday, I started painting the wall where the door is going to be, but hubby and his dad measured the door and found our the opening was too small. So I had to stop painting while they demolished parts of the opening. I really hope that the door that’s out there is the right door, that they didn’t make the opening larger for no reason.
And the guy who was paid to do it, is almost always a no show. I seriously hope he gives back the money he got, but I know he won’t. The fucked up thing is that he’s a friend of hubbies brother. But on the other hand… we can make his life a living hell.
I don’t know if I’ve written about it, but we worked with him, hubby, his brother and I not too long ago, and I was doing something. And then, while I was standing right next to him, he asked brother in law where I was from. I told that he could have just asked me. I was right there. But he just looked at me and was all “oh, uh uh, I was just wondering.. like from the north or something…” totally back peddling. And brother in law, who is a kidder, saw where I was coming from and told him to ask me. And when he couldn’t figure it out we tried to help him. Like what’s the biggest town on the West Coast. And he was clueless and started mumbling about me being from the south of Norway. In all honesty it doesn’t help that hubby says I’m not from Norway. But yeah, eventually, he found out I’m from Bergen, and then went “Is Bergen really the largest city on the West Coast?” Well, duh.
And then he tried to muscle in on my job! Hubby will leave me to it, he knows I won’t give up. And brother in law said “leave her. She’s not a quitter”. But seriously. Mind your own job, please. Just because I’m a woman doesn’t mean I need help at all times. Yes, it’s a hand saw.. it’s not rocket science. And I did it too. Not cut the board in half.. the job was a little more involved than that.. lol.
I had to cut out small squares in the board so that it could be put up against some struts.
I really think that’s about it. Nothing special has really happened.
I’ll write more when I have more.
Be good to each other.
Lene