Here are some more pictures of The Great Master Bathroom Of Dunwoody. I took these in daylight so the lighting was much better. I also didn’t shrink them before uploading. Click on the images to enlarge.

This is the roll under sink which I will use most of the time. When I first moved in, I found a nice stool to sit on where the legs slanted back so I could get close to the sink. After that went, I couldn’t find one the right height or one that would let me get close enough to the sink. Now, this is perfectly crip accessible. This shot also gives a better look at the granite I selected for the counter tops and shower.

This is the tile I selected for the floor and around the tub.

Here is the light fixture that is over my sink. You can see the blue that I had the bathroom walls painted. The other vanity has two sets of lights. I chose these from some samples my sister sent me. One of the project manager’s foul ups was not having these fixtures at the start of the project. I told him before the project started that I wanted him to have everything he needed before he started work. I did not want to see any day when no one was working in that room. When the time came to install the lights, he found out they needed to be special ordered. It took ten days to get them. Inexcusable! I’ve worked on and planned multiple hardware and software IT projects so I know what goes into project management. It was inexcusable that I had to get the owner involved to get this project back on track. The owner made a great recovery.

A better shot of the shower with the frameless glass door. I had them put in a little alcove on the wall for my soap, shampoo, and conditioner. Not only is there a hand held shower feature, it has a regular shower head for normal people. In my old shower, the handheld device just hung there. Now, there is a place to stow it.

Here’s a good shot of the cabinets. They had to up the estimate because I picked out more expensive cabinets than they thought I would. These are top of the line. Even tho’ white is back in vogue, I went with off white. Someone on the other post remarked that I would have to live a long time to get a return on the investment of this upgrade. Kitchens and bath upgrades give you the most bang for your bucks, but I will never get back what I spent on this bathroom. I don’t care. Remember, I’m a SRF. I’m gonna live in this house until I die or have to enter a nursing home. I like nice things. What’s bad about this project, is it makes the rest of the house look like crap.

Next indoor project? My bedroom.

Ron sent me this.

That’s pretty much Obungler’s modus operandi isn’t it? Like getting any deal, no matter how bad, with Iran will be considered a success by Oblunder. Cutting the deficit down to $500 billion (which is still higher than any of Bush 43’s deficits) from his trillion dollar deficits is considered a success. The Obeauzeau worshipers claim that the 2008 trillion dollar deficit belongs to Bush because the fiscal year started during Bush’s last term. That is disingenuous, since Congress passed the spending bills after Bush left office and they were signed by Jug Hussein Ears Downgrade so they belong to him and not to the reviled Chimpy McHalliburton Bushitler. I’ve read articles by Obumbler fellators who have stated that very thing and then claimed that Oboner has actually lowered the deficit throughout his presidency. Don’t they know it’s bad manners to talk with their mouths full?

It is so sad watching my country commit suicide on the altar of multiculturalism, Diversity (All Hail Diversity!), and political correctness. We had a good run starting out as colonies of England, becoming the most powerful and wealthy country in the history of this planet and then throwing it all away. We are wasting our wealth supporting moochers, looters, leeches, and parasites and we elected the first president who hates the country he is running and is doing everything in his power trying to turn this country into his version of a socialist utopia. What is sad is he has a political party who is aiding and abetting the destruction and is cheering him on. Why does the Dimocrat Party want to destroy this country? Future historians will ask that very question. They will wonder why Americans stood by and watched the destruction and did nothing. I used to think it would take another fifty years for our gummint to devolve into a socialist dictatorship. Now I think it will only take twenty more years. Fortunately, I’ll be dead and won’t see it. It’s bad enough to see the downward spiral. Reagan only momentarily stopped the downward slide. Unfortunately, there is not another Reagan on the horizon.

We’re doomed!

Karl U. sent me this one.

A couple lived near the ocean and used to walk the beach a lot. One summer they noticed a girl who was at the beach almost every day. She wasn’t unusual, nor was the travel bag she carried, except for one thing; she would approach people who were sitting on the beach, glance around and then speak to them. Generally, the people would respond negatively and she would wander off. But occasionally someone would nod and there would be a quick exchange of money and something that she carried in her bag. The couple assumed that she was selling drugs and debated calling the cops, but since they didn’t know for sure, they decided to just continue watching her.

After a couple of weeks the wife said, ‘Honey, have you ever noticed that she only goes up to people with boom boxes and other electronic devices?’ He hadn’t and said so.Then she said, ‘Tomorrow I want you to get a towel and our big radio and go lie out on the beach. Then we can find out what she’s really doing.’

Well, the plan went off without a hitch and the wife was almost hopping up and down with anticipation when she saw the girl talk to her husband and then leave.. The man then walked up the beach and met his wife at the road.

‘Well, is she selling drugs?’ she asked excitedly.

‘No, she’s not,’ he said, enjoying this probably more than he should have.

‘Well, what is it then? What does she do ?’ his wife fairly shrieked.

The man grinned and said, ‘She’s a battery salesperson.’

‘Batteries?’ cried the wife.

‘Yes!’ he replied. (more…)