Cute Fuzzy Bunny said:
Perhaps Nords will provide some cuts from the email I sent him so I dont have to retype anything.
Well, I can't resist-- you asked for it, fella! And in my defense, the board was down at the moment I sent that e-mail. I was asking for one more round of technical affirmation before we go buy a color laser printer to replace our #$%^ing Epson Stylus Color CX4800 inkjets. Yes, they're both plugged.
I swear or affirm that the following text has only been edited to remove personal identifying information that hasn't (yet) been revealed on the board:
"Wow you caught me on a rare email reading spree. Haven't even touched the computer in about 3-4 days and the internet connection stuff was shoved in a closet for almost that long. In fact, I haven't browsed since throwing in that comment in the 359th mortgage thread after SG just couldn't help himself.
Haven't had a chance to see if he decided to reciprocate the diatribe again.
Move is going well. Our new dishwasher was installed yesterday, we got a new fridge, washer, dryer (samsung, bosch and bosch), new livingroom and dining room sets, my bathroom retiling expedition is complete and the new custom shower doors are on the way. Dang tile guys lost the gasket between the pump and the heater on my tub, so I have to play "go to home depot and buy 35 gaskets until I find one that fits", and they lost three of the four door springs for the fireplace doors at the foot of the tub. Oh well, they did fabulous tile work...I'll have to send you a before and after shot once the doors are mounted, I finish setting the tub, etc.
Animals are doing good so far. Our 3rd dog, Jake the captured stray, was an adventure. He fully trusts DW but has always had a "you can pet me but I just know you're going to do something to me eventually" relationship with me. Probably fomented by my throwing him in the truck 3 years ago and absconding with him to our last house. However, DW cant pick him up to put him in the car.
Sooo...he often becomes a puddle of passiveness if I start petting him and then push him on the ground, I figured I'd go up to the old house, get him on the ground and haul him off.
Four hours later, I've chased him around the yard so much we're both totally winded. I've erected a temporary fence across about 50' of a corner of the yard using bits and pieces of wood, old baby gates, brush and anything else I could get my hands on, and I've cornered him.
This is when he decides that the old passive routine isn't in his repertoire any longer and he decides he's going to try to bite me. Something completely alien and new.
So, deciding that a major dog bite from a huge dog isn't going to make my day, I abandoned ship. Next day DW spent all day long trying to lure him into the car with no luck...got him to put his front feet up onto the inside of the back of the Rav4, that's as far as it went.
So yesterday we go up, she spends an hour trying to lure him into the house but he's not even going to go THAT far this time. I'm keeping an eye on Gabe, who has developed the fabulous tendency to climb over and out of things and disappear around the corner of the street in 4.2 seconds. And idle hands and minds being the tools of the devil, I also decide to lash both of my big screen TVs (65 and 56"ers) to my 4x6 lawn trailer using a precarious web of ratcheting straps, bits of foam, old mattress covers and a sheet.
Clearly, as you can probably imagine, this is not going to go well. In a flurry, DW gets Jake into the house and slips a leash over him and gets him to the back of the car. I'm hiding in the back bedroom changing Houdini's diaper when she calls me. I come racing out, grab him and throw him in the car,
[Nords note: I think he's referring to Gabe here, but I've lost track too.] while he both poops and pees on me in a spectacular and massive fashion. Gabe goes flying down the driveway, diaper halfway off, and starts making for the main road. I lasso him, get him straightened out, get him in the car, and off we go.
Three unscheduled stops to readjust the 'load' which is desperately trying to turn the cloth padding items into parachutes and both sets have moved around on the trailer so much I'm certain that neither will work any longer, I've decided that I'm the stupidest person on earth because a) I should have paid a mover to do this, b) putting $4000 worth of TV sets on a lawn trailer is ridiculous, c) I've apparently chosen a route that unbeknownst to me was attacked by pavement eating wolverines, and d) I'm covered with dog sh*t and piss.
[Nords again: Maybe I was wrong about those other pronouns.] And it's now past Gabes dinner/bedtime, he's pissed about all this travel, we still have to introduce/settle the new dog at the new house, etc, etc.
So good news is he settled in fine, we got Gabe fed and to bed, both TVs are unmarked and still functioned at a basic level when plugged in, although I haven't gotten either of them off the trailer yet (rained today in the middle of my re-roofing) and all is basically well."