Friday night, I finally put the final coat of sealer in the new bathroom. Our new master bath is a long, skinny room, half of which is blocked off by a glass door and covered in tile. It’s a free room with two shower heads. Kind of like an old high-school gym setup — with no walls or curtains or anything — but nice.

I inaugurated it Saturday evening. I was enjoying the cold water after do work through a full hot day, when Vanya walked in and joined me. He started by sticking his hand in the spray, but was eventually fully clothed but fully immersed in the water.

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During an early inning on Friday’s LSU baseball game, they went to the standard shot of kid in lap, asleep, wasting her ticket.

The kid in question was (I think) a little girl, somewhere from 3 to 5 years old, dressed in LSU gear, and wearing gloves.

She and Vanya really should start a club.

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I never did circle back on the weekend we spent when Lisa and Josh were in town. I posted early in their visit on this post, but then we headed east to go sailing and then visit New Orleans. Before I carry on with the story, I think it’s necessary to show you one of the lobsters they brought down. I snagged some of their pictures from Josh’s Facebook. I’ll throw some others out there as pictures of the day in the next week or so.

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For our last act of the great house remodel of 2009, we had to move every bit of crap out of our downstairs so that the floors could be refinished. We spent all weekend making room in the garage so that it could serve as a mini storage unit, then actually moving furniture and boxes out. By 5:00, I was whipped, but I wasn’t finished.

I still had to tape plastic over cabinets and shelves, to protect all of our stuff from the dust storms created by floor sanders. At 6:00, I started unrolling plastic and trying to tape it up.

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I really like watching TV. And unfortunately, there’s just nothing on lately. But there are a couple of TV columns that I check every day, because they clue me in to buzzworthy shows that I might not know about otherwise.

Today, I saw two articles on CNBC’s special, The Oprah Effect. I DVR’d the show, and I’m watching it now. They’re profiling a woman who does EVERYTHING Oprah says she should. Hang on, let me rewind for a quote I just heard…

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If this article doesn’t make you hungry, then there’s something wrong with you.

I particularly like this passage.

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Call me gay (again), but I spent this morning working while listening to a recap of last night’s John and Kate Plus Eight. I didn’t see the whole thing, but I caught the cringe-inducing last ten minutes, where they sat untouching on their standard small sofa. I didn’t know at the time that it has only been a couple of weeks since they actually sat in front of the camera, throwing back and forth comments that just barely veiled their mutual hatred. I can’t imagine how awkward it must have been to be there, because I could barely watch it.

The radio people’s consensus was that Kate is a diva, spending her time traveling, teeth whitening, and tanning, while John is the good guy, albeit a good guy who would prefer to spend more time playing golf and going to the beach. I think this was mostly based on the beginning — which I didn’t watch, so I’ll just believe it — the same way that I believed that Barak Obama was to be sworn in on the Koran just because someone I don’t know said it was so.

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Here’s a joke from a sailing list that I read:

Saturday morning I got up early, quietly dressed, made my lunch, grabbed the dog, and slipped quietly into the garage.

I hooked up the boat up to the truck, and proceeded to back out into a torrential downpour.

The wind was blowing 50 mph, so I pulled back into the garage, turned on the radio, and discovered that the weather would be bad all day.

I went back into the house, quietly undressed, and slipped back into bed.

I cuddled up to my wife’s back, now with a different anticipation, and whispered, ‘The weather out there is terrible.’

My loving wife of 10 years replied, ‘Can you believe my stupid husband is out sailing in that?’

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