A crazy weekend.

Well, it's been a few days since I last was able to post because apparently I like to injure myself. Last Wednesday, I was leaving the house and I fell down the steps and injured my right knee and ankle after landing 3 steps down on the side of my foot. Usually I'm pretty agile but I do have a tendency to hurt my ankles on a fairly regular basis. They've been my weak spot since I was a teenager. I have lost count of how many times I've sprained or strained them.

Then on Friday, I was cleaning up around the house and somehow managed to stab the back of my middle finger on my left hand with a very large, industrial box staple. I'm not sure how far in it went, but it was bleeding for a good 25 minutes, so probably pretty far in.

But the best was later that night, I apparently decided that since that finger was injured already, what did I need it for? So I decided to cut 1/3 of the way through with a bread knife. Yes. Sounds gross. It is. And don't worry, I will NOT be posting pictures. So for the last couple days, I could barely type, I couldn't do any heavy lifting, I couldn't even wash my own hair. Since I'm a very independant person, that was torture. And my darling husband had to do all that for me. Thankfully it's now mended enough that a single band-aid wrapped around protects it from damage and allows me to be able to do things again. I still need to be careful but at least it doesn't hurt anymore.

I'm hoping that the third time is a charm and that I'm done now. I can't deal with any more pain right now.

On a brighter note, my kitchen is finally getting installed! Yay! The cabinets arrived today. The installer called last week and asked to push up the install date to wednesday, but it's not doable because we still have to fix the wall behind the sink and let me tell you, it's one disgusting wall. So the install is set for next week, Wednesday. I love my house - when we first moved in, there were rooms after rooms and doors everywhere. But it's an older house, built in the mid 50's, and the biggest problem (or so we thought) was that it had last been decorated in the mid 70's. The walls in most of the rooms were pinks, brown, and yellow.

I mean, seriously? Who paints a room that colour? Blech... That was the first thing to go - the above room. My kitchen wasn't much better, it was a lighter yellow, with a fruit wallpaper border.... but the countertop was bright orange (another who does that? moment) as were all the handles on the cabinets. I am so happy that I'm not going to have to look at an orange counter-top anymore that I almost don't care that I'm not going to have the ability to wash dishes for a couple weeks. I will however get my dishwasher back in 8 days (yay!) so that should at least make it bearable until my new counter is installed. And my new kitchen is way more modern and has no trace of the old 70's colours! Woo! I will have a new kitchen sink which has a plug that works, I will have 12 drawers, not just 5. I will have 27 cabinets, not the 7 that I have been living with for weeks. I will get my bar in my family room with my bar stools that have sat un-used for over 2 years. My heart is starting to race with the excitement of having it all done the way I have wanted... and to finally have it happening... wow.

The other night we were going through pictures of our renovations and to look back, we've done a LOT since we moved in, but there's always more, and it's never done which drives me slightly crazy. I'm a neat freak, in the sense I need everything to be in it's place or I feel unsettled. So when things don't have a place, it drives me nuts. I'm so looking forward to everything having a home.