We can all learn a thing or two from Mr. Safety (aka Trevor)

Yesterday was another evening o' construction, and I learned a few lessons. Earlier in the day I stumbled across a video on the internet of a guy who cut his thumb off with a TABLESAW. Disturbing, to say the least. Don't ask me how I managed to find this, because one minute I was watching a video of these guys who exploded a tin can of 30,000 match heads (don't try that at home), and the next I'm watching a guy who's set up a camera to film himself making a gift for his wife so he can prove to her that he made it. Well I thought it was a joke to begin with, because the guy clearly had his hand right in the way of the blade (one of those, 'how could he not see that coming???' sort of things), and zing! the thumb was gone and my thought was he had a fake thumb on just to freak his wife out in the video. Wow was I wrong. That was a really horrible accident and seeing how the guy freaked out kind of made me want to be sick. (Note to self: no more watching videos online.) At the same time, I thought this would be a good video to show kids who are taking shop in high school, because when I took that class we just had an old fart telling us to tie our hair back and telling horror stories like you would an old wives tale, and no one really listened. Imagine if we had watched that, safety would have been scared into us!

Well, it worked for me, last night while I was using the cutoff saw that's all I could think of -- keep fingers attached to body, don't rush and pay attention. Too bad it didn't work for my head. My poor, poor head.While I was measuring a stud, sorry, cripple, placement below the electrical panel (which you frame in just like a window, for all of you needing to know!), I went to stand up and BANG! noggin meet edge of electrical panel meet goose egg and birdies with stars. Wow, did that hurt. A LOT. No blood, but I felt like I reverted to back when I was a kid, and you really hurt yourself and have a good cry. Well mine was more like, 'OW, ow, OW, OW! I'm okay...I'm okay...it hurts...*lip twinge*...it really hurts...*chin wobble*', then Trevor, 'are you okay?' and then me, 'I think so...*twinge, wobble*...no...*blubber*, no...it HURTS!!! *blubber, blubber*'. And then it was pretty much a time out for me. Constructing was done for me for the night.

I think this is quite accurate...

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RaaaAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!

Yes, it is me, WWF champion and studly champion, or champion of moving studs! We had our homo delepot delivery come yesterday (of course, AM when we asked for PM, and 15 minutes to arrive instead of the 40 we were told). We had 210 studs delivered, 18 bags of R-12 insulation, 3 rollsof vapour barrier and a bathtub. Since I ran home from work (literally, I was driving up the street and saw the guy starting to move our stuff off the truck with a forklift, gunned it up the alley, parked on the street in front of the house and SPRINTED through the yard to beat the guy to the back - a la Ferris Bueler I might add), I figured I might as well stay and unload the delivery into the basement.

Which was just as much work as it looked. Moving 220 studs is not easy, especially by yourself. But I thought of this as a challenge, something along the lines of a character-building exercise (like folding 1000 paper cranes), a test of mental and physical agility if you will. Well, it was just WORK. Hot, sweaty, long (that's what she said - AHAHAHAHA!) work.

But I did it. I totally did it. Me and the studs rocked the house.Trevor did the insulation moving later on that evening. He got the easy part.

Seven little-known facts about me:

So I'm taking up Cynthia's challenge (lol...thanks!) of getting me to pick my brain to find seven facts about me that no one knows. At least she's not asking for the seven dirtiest little-known facts!!! LOL! There would be more than seven! ;)

1. I would love to have my own vegetable garden one day (a la Jamie Oliver).
Imagine growing your own zuchinis, pumpkins, watermelons, etc etc! How great would that be?

2. I played with Barbies until I was 14.
It wasn't like I was making up little stories and making them trot around, I would just do their hair and dress them up. I'm sure my sister has a few things to say about that. (I would always ask her to play and then her Barbies would be the nerdy ones that I would ignore!!! LOL!).

3. One day I would love to see fire flies.
And not the crappy cars...the actual bugs!

4. I don't like to kill bugs (and other things).*
For some reason I think that they must have family or other bugs they know and I just can't bring myself to squash them. Other than being creepy or hairy or leggy...well, I figure they must serve a purpose. I have a removal technique with a glass and paper that works pretty well!
*Except mosquitos (and anything else that launches a direct attack on you).

5. When I was a kid I had really short, spikey hair.
Most of the time I was okay with it, but every now and then people would think that I was a boy. When I was 7, there were a bunch of girls in my class asking me why I looked like a boy, so I made up a story about why I had short hair, involving me (with long flowy locks) and an accident with a toilet flushing and sucking the hair down and getting it stuck and having to cut it off to heroically free myself. Seemed like a good way to get kids to stop asking at the time. Maybe it would have made sense to say 'because!' and that's it!

6. I was super cheap with our wedding.
We had the ceremony and reception at Trevor's parent's house (outside in the big gardens, ceremony in the front, reception in the back), the flowers were ordered through our company so we got them wholesale, I made all of the arrangements and bouquets, we designed and printed all of the invitations, and did our own music (maybe wouldn't do that again!). My dress was a bridesmaid's dress (yeah right I was spending more than $300 for a dress I would wear once!). We had a friend take all of the photos (thanks James, wherever you are!) I even drove myself (and all my bridesmaids!) to the wedding. We did spend a bit on the food and had to rent a tent and tables, but everything still came in under $5000.

7. I get freaked out by the filters at the bottom of swimming pools.
This happened when I was a kid, but seems to still get me every now and then. I would be at a swimming lesson and we'd be in the deep end and I'd look in the water, see that square box waaaaay at the bottom of the pool, get a jolt of adrenaline and swim for my life to the end of the pool. It happens in lakes as well...thinking of all the creepy things that I can't see. Augh! Enough!