more renos to come

my husband has a new resolution to get the basement done in 2010.  FINALLY.  it's been at least 3 years of procrastination and bullshit and dialogue about it, so now i think we are finally making steps toward starting.

it's always the begin that is the toughest.  once you begin the beginning, you are on your way.

my fil has constantly been at us to get on with it and has been very eager to butt in help us with this project.  the other night while i was at the gym, he and ch were in our basement measuring things and figuring out the floorplan.  all during dinner, he fucked at me (my affectionate term for his constant and endless nagging AT me about things that are OUR problem and not solely mine) about how our basement is shaped, as if i was the one to fucking design the god damned thing. 

i really really do NOT want the fil involved in any decision regarding our home.  he does live by the motto that he his taking over the world one house at a time and is convinced that if our house doesnt look exactly like his, then we are doing it wrong.  well, honestly, he might have a nice big house, but it is plain and boring and god dammit, dated.  i do not want my house to resemble his in the least.  the only thing i want in common is the fucking 7 we share in our house number and that's even pushing it.

the problem i really have with this family is their constant desire to butt into every little thing we do.  if it's not the sil poking her nose in and then reporting back to mum and dad, it's ch telling them things and we then will receive phonecall after phonecall about our decisions or events that are handled.  if we happen to have a break down of an appliance, somehow these twits know about it and we get a phone call discussing how we handled it and why didnt we do xyz.  nevermind that we handled it ourselves without incident, maybe suffered for a few hours without said appliance, but got the task done.  i really dont see the need to call two people who live three hours away to lament about the crisis, when i could be fucking well dealing with it and getting it all solved before they roll up with the tool belt strapped on.

so now we have received a floor plan for our basement.  it's one of supposedly three that will be coming from the fil.  i have this strange desire to veto every single plan he comes up with just based on the sole principle that i want him to stop butting in.  i realise that it's very immature, but history dictates that i will never hear the end of the floor plan and how he created it and "tracyyyyyyyyyyyy, how are you liking your floor plan?"  he has a history of giving you something (be it a car or a vacuum) and then endlessly asking you how you are liking it every time he sees you.  hell, he used to ask me every time he would come to visit how often i'd dust and vacuum and then the bastard went and gave us another vacuum when we had a perfectly good vacuum and wouldnt stfu about it for years.  then he gave us a vacuflo and to this day we havent heard the end of how wonderful it all is, when christallfuckingmighty, i just want to burn the god damned thing and send it back to hell.

so already i am anticipating weeks, months, YEARS of bullshit and question asking of how i like the basement.  and that doesnt include the decisions that come with it like fixtures, carpets, colors...oh for sure he will have his nose in there telling me that i really just want all oak and white walls.

jesus christ.  it will be reno hell if he is remotely involved.