|No, he wasn't one of the workmen, but... he'd be welcome!|
I’ve been trying my best to finish this book I’ve been working on. A little bit each day, and it is getting closer to being done. Sometimes it’s a good idea to step away from it and let it settle a bit before you can get the creative juices flowing again. Things are moving along nicely, although not as quickly as I wish they would. Oh well, that’s the way it goes sometimes.
What have I been doing these past few weeks? Sanding, painting, stripping… hardware, you pervs. I know what you immediately thought and no, I’m not taking up stripping… Basically, I’ve been doing just about anything you can think of when you’re redoing a house. I enjoy doing these types of projects, I’ve just never had to do it on such a tight timeline or a whole house at one go.
Here are some before and after photos.
Here’s the thing… TAT (The Aussie Tart) hired a helper. Now, this guy is great, there is no doubt about that. He gets a lot done and a lot of things that I’m no able to do, or just don’t want to do. The problem is… well… he’s a Baptist. –sigh- If that wasn’t bad enough, he’s also a… republican! Oh holly hell, what has she done?
I have to admit, the man is hot. He ticks a lot of my boxes, just not all of them. The big one is he’s not single. Poor man is married with three kids, and he’s only thirty-two! Tisk-tisk, I did have to mention that there were things that would prevent that. Oh well, I don’t have to feed and clothe them. Also, he’s not nearly hairy enough for me. Actually, he’s practically hairless, so he’s safe.
|He's a bit of a goofball|
Here’s an example:
There’s a little work room off the carport of this new house. He’s claimed it, at least for that day, for something he was doing. All the tools are currently in there, which includes my tool box. I was in there looking for something and he says, “Get out of my hole.” Now, what kind of response do you think came to my mind? Hmm, yeah, exactly. I thought I was going to choke to death to keep from saying something. He noticed, and after a few seconds, he shakes his head and walks away, muttering something under his breath. I’m not sure if he came up with something worse than what I was going to say, which I highly doubt it. Poor man.
It was funny when he found out I was a writer. Of course, he had to ask what I wrote and I tried to be as vague as possible simply saying romance. But TAT snorted and let the cat out of the bag. I’m really trying not to scar this poor guy for life, I swear I’m not, but there are times when people just won’t let things go. He asked, he pushed and let’s just say that it might be awhile before the guy eats bacon again. I’m not sure how it came about, but ‘Going Home’ came up and the scene with the bacon grease. Yeah, he took a little walk after that one. However, he has learned that when I or TAT say, ‘You don’t really want to know’, he leaves it alone. He’s learning.
Now, I don’t want you to get the impression that he’s some stuck up prude. He’s far from it. He’s actually a lot of fun. Very upbeat, funny, always ready to laugh, and a bundle of energy, which can be a bit irritating at times. He is also very accepting, which means he can be saved… I think. He’s a really good guy who I enjoy being around. Of course, it doesn’t hurt that he’s got a great ass.
Okay, now speaking of great asses… Wow, some of the tradesmen that have been in and out of the house have been incredible. There was only one, just the one, the plumber, who didn’t meet the mark of ‘Stud’. (Oh, and I’ve been calling the new guy, Studly Do-Right. He doesn’t even bat an eyelash now. Yeah, I’m rubbing off on him.)
Anyway, there has been a steady stream of eye candy roaming about. The electrician is… OMG… just my type. The pool guy and his helper had bodies that I could watch all day, and did. But it was the tile guy that took my breath away. Holy shit, this guy was… be still my heart…, just hot. On a scale of one through ten, he hit a good solid thirteen. He had it all. Sadly, he’s very straight, married and with kids. Oh well, I could at least look and look I did. Of course, he being on his knees so much of the time only made me drool. I needed a bib.
We’re coming down the long stretch now. The house is almost done, so I’m going to try and work out a new schedule where I can get more writing done and not be totally incommunicado.
On a more serious note… A good friend of mine and husband to fellow author, Matt Ortiz, need a little help. He’s recently been diagnosed with brain cancer. He’s had a rough time of it. Please, keep these two wonderful men in your thoughts and prayers. There is a Go Fund page for them to help offset some of the mounting medical bills. Every little bit helps.
I’d like to say a great big thank you to all who may have helped with the Lost-n-Found’s Christmas list. Those kids deserve all the help they can get. December was a bit of a tight month for me, so I wasn’t able to do as much as I had in previous years, but they seem to have gotten most of their list covered. It’s kind of sad when the kids are asking for socks and underwear for Xmas.
As always… Please try and do something for someone else. I have seen those Karma Coins at work lately, both good and bad, and I know from the very center of my being, that y’all are doing the right thing. There are so many good things happening and I’m sure that is the reason. Keep up the good work, gang!
Have a grrreat week, y’all,