There was no sleeping-in-late for me on Saturday morning. I didn’t even know you could actually get up that early on a weekend and still function. At exactly 8 am I was at my post cheerily welcoming, directing and ushering participants into the registration and conference areas. The forum, ‘Diabetes and You’ (organized by the the CDA) was a huge success, turnout was over 500. Although I didn’t get to listen to any of the lectures it was all still very educational and informative. It was also fun and slightly entertaining in that I met a podiatrist (first time for me), he said my sister was dainty (yes, he said ‘dainty’!) and wanted to hook her up with his colleague who was… well let’s just say he wasn’t dainty at all.

Ikea’s a couple blocks from the conference centre so we skipped over there afterwards. I’ve browsed a million furniture stores for months looking for my perfect bookcase. We were not leaving Ikea without a cute 3-4 shelf slim width beech veneer bookcase. Three hours later it was evident that just like all the other stores, Ikea didn’t have the bookcase perfect for the small space in our living room.

My ever so innovative sister not wanting to spend the rest of her life in a furniture store convinced me we didn’t need some Scandinavian inspired bookcase and that we could build our own. All we needed was some slabs of wood, brackets, nails and a power drill. Her first concept was a bit ambitious for a first-time carpenter, so we settled on something simpler.

On Sunday we went to Sears and got us one of those manly man Craftsman Power Drills. And in all but three hours (and that’s just because we had to charge the drill) we (well, more like my sister, really) had the perfect, most exquisite bookshelf just like we’d imagine and had spent months looking for! And can I add that we did this with no injury to anyone or anything whatsoever!

I think I’ve mentioned my brother (Paul) once or twice, so where was he during this, you ask? Well let’s just say he was discovering his metrosexuality; he was giving himself a facial, a dye job, pedicure and manicure and perfecting the art of a hairless body.

We couldn’t pat ourselves on the back enough; I think the drill may’ve gotten into our heads a bit (they don’t call them power tools for nothing). We cursed society for making us think we were dainty little things who couldn’t handle a little home improvement. Then we started talking about all the other stuff like cabinets/wardrobes, extra shelves, customized chairs, a swing for the balcony and stuff we could do, then our apartment suddenly look too small!

We’d need a bigger place, buy a bigger house maybe… we were like screw that! We’ll build our own house from scratch! I went online to look for plots while my sister drew plans and stuff. Then it hit us… we’re just a bunch of crazy women with a power drill and a bookshelf to our names; we couldn’t possible build a house on our own!

So we watched Legally Blonde 2 instead.

~[m-w’s word of the day]~

PLAYING: Hey ya - Outkast

READING: Crawling at night – Nani Power

WATCHING: CSI Miami

QUOTE: “thank god for mom and dad for sticking together cause we don’t know how”