So, since the purchase of this new place I have realized two things:
1). My dad is wonderful (but I already knew that)
2). I need a husband
There have been so many little things that I have to take care of that I never thought of while living in my condo o' luxury in Buckhead. Shatter bathroom appliances on New Years Eve? No problem, just call the maintenance guy on duty New Year's Day. He'd love to come up and fix that for you Jordan, he's on his way. That poor man said two things to me that day:
1.) How the hell did you do that?
2.) Girl, I think you need stitches.

Ahhh memories.
Anyway. Both of my parents have been extremely helpful and willing to sacrifice their time/sanity to help me out when I get in situations where I'm rocking in the fetal position. (this may or may not have happened....twice). I was extremely proud of myself when I managed to put together two of the dining room chairs I got off Overstock.com. (pay full price? I don't think so) Then, I got to the third. For three consecutive hours I sat in my dining room floor and tried to assemble this stupid freaking chair. I followed the instructions just as I had with the first two yet none of the pieces were fitting together like other two had...that would just be too easy. Of course Dave, who had to talk me out of throwing the remaining 5.5 chairs out the window and onto I-285, came down one weekend and assembled the rest of them, fixed the odds and ends and hung up pictures and mirrors. Dad.of.the.year.
So. You would think I would figure out, okay, maybe I shouldn't be assembling items bought online that arrive in 3.489 million pieces. Don't get me wrong, I can assemble, but I have my limits. At this point, you think I would learn my lesson. I buy an elliptical from Sears and see they have option for in home assembly and I check it. How wonderful! I won't get pissed off, Dave won't have to drive down again, thank you Sears! No thank you Sears. $200 for assembly? After I'm already paying you $75 for a delivery fee? Are you serious? No. That is insane. I'll put it together myself. I fill my mom in on the good news.
Me: "Woohoo. operation get skinny will begin when my elliptical arrives on Saturday"
Tracy: "Good for you hon, so Sears is going to come set that up right?"
Me: "umm, no. they wanted $200 for that so I declined it. But don't worry. I'm going to set aside my Saturday and get it done. I've already read about it online and people say it's really not that hard if you just follow the instructions"
Tracy: "............"
Tracy: "mhuh. your father is going to be thrilled"
Ye of little faith. So the damn thing comes in, I am mentally prepared that this is going to suck. I wake up early, do some stretches (not really) and trot downstairs at 9am to begin the assembly....from HELL. Actually, it wasn't that bad. It took me 3 hours to get the base and half of the "legs" done but then came the foot pedals. In my defense, the drawing they had was pretty piss poor. I tried for what seemed like an eternity (probably more like 45 minutes) to get the right foot pedal in place with no luck. I thought calling my parents to see how theirs looked and was put together would be helpful, although I'm pretty sure they had been waiting for that call all day. My dad answered and said in typical Dave fashion "It's okay dude,(yes, he calls people dude, no he is not an old hippie) I'll come down tomorrow and put it together." Gotta love that man, he is the greatest.
I'm pretty sure he also muttered something about finding a husband to do all this for me and that poor man will have no idea the amount of things I like to buy and "assemble" myself....

Found him. Ohh if only he wasn't married.