Shit Happens

That’s what I told my Boyfriend this morning, after he scraped my brand-new bumper.

The bumper that I’d scraped reversing out of the parking lot at work, last week. The “small scratch” (my words to The Boyfriend when I arrived home: “sorry love, I don’t know what happened but there seems to be a small scratch on the bumper of my new car.) that cost three grand to fix, and that’s left me so broke I can’t even afford to pay attention.

The bumper that had, less than a week before my “small scratch” been replaced after I hit an oil slick and totally crumple-crunched the front of my car, as I hit one side of the road, flew over the island in the middle of the road, and landed on the pavement on the OTHER side of the road, facing the opposite direction.

Yes, shit happens. I scrape my car, smashed my car. He got mad, but not that mad. He sorted it out for me, took care of all the insurance details and dealt with panel beaters and sent my car back repeatedly, when he discovered something else that they hadn’t fixed.

So when today, of all Mondays, my Boyfriend reversed out of our driveway and scraped his car down my new bumper, what could I do except shake my head, shrug and say “shit happens”.

There’s no major damage, except it looks a bit iffy. But I’ll be fucked if it’s going into the panel beaters for more bumper work. Not gonna happen. Apparently it still needs to go back to the repair shop – they never replaced the splash cover under the engine and there’s a loose air-filter which is apparently what is making my little Honda Jazz kiffsticks mommy car sound like a tractor.

In other news, The Kid has tonsillitis. And while consensus on Twitter was not clear whether or not I could catch it from him, I seem to be okay. I think I have the cigarettes to thank for that. Took the day off work yesterday to spend with him – he spent more time driving me mental than he did actually looking sick. Although he was very high maintenance – wanting to watch Thundercats, then He-Man (he calls He-Man ‘Here-Man’) and then Toy Story and then Over The Hedge, but didn’t actually do much watching.

He was too busy jumping on the bed, running up and down the stairs and flinging himself off the back of the couch to do any proper resting. So…I sent him back to school this morning, got to work and was rather grateful for the peace and quiet and the other people that left me alone and didn’t ask me to make them chocolate milk and didn’t want to talk to me while I had a wee.

I did, however, enjoy the time we spent together, once I’d actually managed to finish the work I needed to do. I don’t really miss being a SAHM, to be completely honest, and I was rather relieved that I could get out of the house this morning.

In other news. The upstairs loft has been painted. It’s done. I chose an awesome Scuba colour – it’s nothing like the turquoise blue I’d originally had in mind, but I still think it’s gorgeous, and every time I walk upstairs, I have to sit there, on my red couch, and marvel at the colour:

The Boyfriend hates it. Hates it so much that the next day, he came home and told me he’d been looking at new houses, with his father. Yes, my Boyfriend hates the Scuba so bad he wants actually wants to move house. I don’t care though. Look at it, I fucking love it. The Scuba is, however, broken up by a wall of a darker blue (called ‘Blue’s Blue’):

And all the blinds in the house have been replaced too. Totally in  love with the red blinds I chose for upstairs. And, as I’m sure you’ve already guessed, The Boyfriend isn’t too fond of them. Claims he feels like he’s living in a smartie box.

But how can you not think this is awesome? All throughout this process, as I’ve been tweeting photos and getting comments from people on the loft makeover – there seems to be common consensus that people like colour, but are scared to go too bright in their homes. I don’t get this. Don’t understand it at all. I’ve always grown up in houses with white walls. Bland white. As soon as I could, I surrounded myself with as much colour as possible. I’m not scared of bright colours, and I’m not scared of mixing and matching and contrasts. I’m cool with it. It makes me happy.

And to the dude at the paint shop that looked at my colour choices as he mixed them and commented “this is going to be one interesting loft” – fuck you, in your eye, fucker. Tell me that this does not make you do a squirmy happy dance inside?

We’re going to pick out carpets this afternoon, for the loft. I’m thinking dark grey will go well with my blue walls, my enormous brown sofas and my black-and-red couch.

So what say you? What’s news with you?

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12 Responses to Shit Happens

  1. blackhuff says:

    When things happen over and over again, one can’t help but say that shit happens.
    .-= blackhuff´s last blog ..A letter and a weekend =-.

  2. Tara says:

    Yeah I’m like you, grew up surrounded by white everywhere, fekking hate it. I’m totally jealous of your colours 🙁 Want!

  3. NickiD says:

    I LOVE the colour. White/cream is SOOOO boring! Good on you for just DOING it! Luckily where we’re renting now, the house is “MY” style – homely, with shelves, gorgeous original wooden floors and character. My husband quite fancies the modern, minimalist effect … which SUCKS. A home is a home … should be warm and bright. Your’s looks just like that!

    My purple Honda Jazz Kiffsticks Mommy-Mobile also has some scratches … but I don’t have the time, inclination or intention of having them sorted any time soon. I just KNOW that the second I drive it out of the panel beaters, I’ll scratch it. Haha!
    .-= NickiD´s last blog ..Party Time! =-.

  4. Sharon says:

    I totally love the colours you have painted – although if I’m honest I don’t have the courage/guts to do it in my own home. Dunno why cos it is MINE, but there you go, years of brainwashing …. siestog poor me.
    .-= Sharon´s last blog ..Shoot from the Hip =-.

  5. I really love your colours! Yes, you can get tonsilitus from him, and even if you do not have tonsils any more you can get strep throat. Or that is what I understood from the ENT
    .-= cat@juggling act´s last blog ..Friday – 18 June 2010. =-.

  6. Nadia says:

    You can catch it from him, it’s a bacterial infection. Regardless of having tonsils or not you can get sick (hope you don’t though!).

    It terms of the colour I love it, but would never do it in my own home. I get bored way too quickly and with something so colourful and noticable I would have to change it around. Blue is also calming btw, so not a bad thing. But if the Bf hates it, you need to consider that as well 🙂

    Hope the week gets better x

  7. Kristen says:

    I love your colours. I’m ashamed to admit that I stick to natural colours in my home because I’m scared 🙂 Have been wanting to paint my bedroom walls purple for a while now so maybe I will one day.
    .-= Kristen´s last blog ..I’m back =-.

  8. Angel says:

    Well I like it!
    .-= Angel´s last blog ..I Am Going To Be Self-Employed! =-.

  9. Louisa says:

    I think your scuba paint is gorgeous – but that might be because I have the only bright blue room in a beige house. 😉
    .-= Louisa´s last blog ..Rob needs your help please… =-.

  10. flarkus says:

    Cars are a painful neverending drain on the budget IMO. We should work from home and ride bicycles to the shops and school!

    You have Smartie house for sure, BTW

  11. Wenchy says:

    I like your Smartie box.

    My previous house I did in lotsa colour…. this house, since divorce – no monies to spend on house… but hopefully next year when we buy a place together… we can renovate.

  12. Bobbi Janay says:

    Girl I love your colors.
    .-= Bobbi Janay´s last blog ..Being On =-.

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