Sunday, July 1, 2012
Today,
Dear Friend, today the dog and I hung out. We scrubbed the rest of the carpets, we played fetch, and went for a long walk in the park. We danced and sang and had a jolly ol' time.
I also got the fridge cleaned out, went grocery shopping, made a new cat box (one that matches my new walls no less), and finished decorating the rest of the house. I went and bought a new ink cartridge for my printer with the intention of printing out some pictures for my new frames, but discovered my print head is broken and so the printer won't print red. So lame, but not the end of the world either. For now I hung the empty frames up on the walls to get an idea of how the house is coming together.
It looks damn good. Better than it ever has, that is, except for the bedroom.
I clearly need to invest some time into decorating my bedroom, because the rest of the house looks soooo nice, and the bedroom is just so...lack luster. Part of the problem is that it is now home to the 40,000,000 boxes of unclaimed stuff, and part of the problem is that I've never really at any point in my (adult) life invested much time or energy into decorating my bedroom. It's almost a foreign concept. It serves a specific function and that's been the extent of it. Now it's starting to feel like the sad, dark underbelly of the apartment, so I'm going to have to do something about it.
In other news, I still haven't figured out what mailbox is mine. I know, I know, I really need to get on that, but going into the office always fills me with such dread. I know they're super nice and everything is always just fine, but it's never pleasant to have to go in there and say 'um, hi. I've been living here for like, 4 years, but I have no idea what mailbox is mine. Could you look it up for me? Thanks.' o.O Not fun.
I never did find the inside part of the dogs fluffy bed, or the keys to my new (and thankfully still empty) fire safe my dad gave me. I filled the dog bed cover with an old comforter, so that takes care of that problem, but I'm not sure what exactly to do about the safe. I could always just throw it out, but if I do that then the keys will show up the next day and I'll wish I hadn't gotten rid of it. Bah! They've got to be here somewhere, right?
Anyway, that's all I know. I hope you're doing well. It's getting all monsoon-y here, and the anniversary of your move is looming in the very near future which leaves you in my heart a lot these days. I miss your face, and I wish you were home now to hang out with me in my newly purple home. Lots of love, Dear Friend, from me to you.
I also got the fridge cleaned out, went grocery shopping, made a new cat box (one that matches my new walls no less), and finished decorating the rest of the house. I went and bought a new ink cartridge for my printer with the intention of printing out some pictures for my new frames, but discovered my print head is broken and so the printer won't print red. So lame, but not the end of the world either. For now I hung the empty frames up on the walls to get an idea of how the house is coming together.
It looks damn good. Better than it ever has, that is, except for the bedroom.
I clearly need to invest some time into decorating my bedroom, because the rest of the house looks soooo nice, and the bedroom is just so...lack luster. Part of the problem is that it is now home to the 40,000,000 boxes of unclaimed stuff, and part of the problem is that I've never really at any point in my (adult) life invested much time or energy into decorating my bedroom. It's almost a foreign concept. It serves a specific function and that's been the extent of it. Now it's starting to feel like the sad, dark underbelly of the apartment, so I'm going to have to do something about it.
In other news, I still haven't figured out what mailbox is mine. I know, I know, I really need to get on that, but going into the office always fills me with such dread. I know they're super nice and everything is always just fine, but it's never pleasant to have to go in there and say 'um, hi. I've been living here for like, 4 years, but I have no idea what mailbox is mine. Could you look it up for me? Thanks.' o.O Not fun.
I never did find the inside part of the dogs fluffy bed, or the keys to my new (and thankfully still empty) fire safe my dad gave me. I filled the dog bed cover with an old comforter, so that takes care of that problem, but I'm not sure what exactly to do about the safe. I could always just throw it out, but if I do that then the keys will show up the next day and I'll wish I hadn't gotten rid of it. Bah! They've got to be here somewhere, right?
Anyway, that's all I know. I hope you're doing well. It's getting all monsoon-y here, and the anniversary of your move is looming in the very near future which leaves you in my heart a lot these days. I miss your face, and I wish you were home now to hang out with me in my newly purple home. Lots of love, Dear Friend, from me to you.
Kiss Them For Me
Saturday was by far my favorite day out of the past couple of weeks. Everything was just so fluid and graceful and I felt the weight of the house just lifting off me as it got cleaner and cleaner. It was awesome.
I woke up early and set about the task of getting the house prepped for the carpet cleaning adventure I was about to embark on. I picked up the Rug Doctor around 2 pm and had 90% of the carpets scrubbed, shampooed, and spotless by 7pm.
I felt instantly better.
The little bit of carpet left to clean was under the furniture that was rather unceremoniously piled in the center of the living room, but since the back wall needed to be painted there was no point in moving it all back yet.
I got the wall painted in record time, and let me just say it looks AWESOME.
I moved all the furniture back and went to bed around 2 am. Even though there was still a ton of work to do, I can't even begin to describe how awesome it felt to have the walls painted and the carpets cleaned. Totally the best feeling in the world. I am grateful that everything went smoothly and that I stayed focused and on task the whole day.
I woke up early and set about the task of getting the house prepped for the carpet cleaning adventure I was about to embark on. I picked up the Rug Doctor around 2 pm and had 90% of the carpets scrubbed, shampooed, and spotless by 7pm.
I felt instantly better.
The little bit of carpet left to clean was under the furniture that was rather unceremoniously piled in the center of the living room, but since the back wall needed to be painted there was no point in moving it all back yet.
I got the wall painted in record time, and let me just say it looks AWESOME.
I moved all the furniture back and went to bed around 2 am. Even though there was still a ton of work to do, I can't even begin to describe how awesome it felt to have the walls painted and the carpets cleaned. Totally the best feeling in the world. I am grateful that everything went smoothly and that I stayed focused and on task the whole day.
Friday
Friday I woke up in a glorious mood. I got up extra early and took a shower, Emery and I went for a nice long walk, and I made it to work on time. I danced my way through the morning to ABBA Gold and all was right in the world.
I had made plans earlier in the week for Friday night shenanigans, but as the evening approached I felt more and more anxious about the state of the house. Not anxious like panic attack anxious, but anxious like focused-anxious. Like doing anything OTHER than cleaning the house would be impossible. It became my sole mission to get the mess under control.
Instead of heading home, I went to Lowes. I reasoned, there was no point to cleaning any further since I'm going to have to un-do all of my cleaning anyway in order to shampoo the carpets and paint the house. Therefore, it naturally only makes sense to paint the house AND clean the carpets this weekend. That way the bulk of the work will be finished and it will be just touch up work from there. I picked up the paint I wanted and the necessary supplies.
On the way home I called the woman back about the apothecary cabinet, and as luck would have it she was available for me to come pick it up. So I got the address, picked up my cabinet and headed home.
I called my friend and let her know that the house had to get painted that night or I might die of anxiety. We altered our plans and she came over, we went out to Lolo's for some chicken and waffles, and then got to work. We got 3 of the four walls painted, but held off doing the last one since I share that wall with my neighbors and it was well into the early hours of the morning.
I also managed to drop a hookah coal (my first hookah in weeks, mind you) between the stove and the mountain of as-of-yet unclaimed boxes of stuff and damn near burned the house down. Instead, I just burned a big hole through the linolium. :/ Oh well.
I drifted off to sleep around 3:30 in the morning while watching FMA, really, really happy about the state of things.
I had made plans earlier in the week for Friday night shenanigans, but as the evening approached I felt more and more anxious about the state of the house. Not anxious like panic attack anxious, but anxious like focused-anxious. Like doing anything OTHER than cleaning the house would be impossible. It became my sole mission to get the mess under control.
Instead of heading home, I went to Lowes. I reasoned, there was no point to cleaning any further since I'm going to have to un-do all of my cleaning anyway in order to shampoo the carpets and paint the house. Therefore, it naturally only makes sense to paint the house AND clean the carpets this weekend. That way the bulk of the work will be finished and it will be just touch up work from there. I picked up the paint I wanted and the necessary supplies.
On the way home I called the woman back about the apothecary cabinet, and as luck would have it she was available for me to come pick it up. So I got the address, picked up my cabinet and headed home.
I called my friend and let her know that the house had to get painted that night or I might die of anxiety. We altered our plans and she came over, we went out to Lolo's for some chicken and waffles, and then got to work. We got 3 of the four walls painted, but held off doing the last one since I share that wall with my neighbors and it was well into the early hours of the morning.
I also managed to drop a hookah coal (my first hookah in weeks, mind you) between the stove and the mountain of as-of-yet unclaimed boxes of stuff and damn near burned the house down. Instead, I just burned a big hole through the linolium. :/ Oh well.
I drifted off to sleep around 3:30 in the morning while watching FMA, really, really happy about the state of things.
Thursday!
Well, Thursday was a treat. I worked my butt off, and then came home to a half cleaned house. I felt swallowed up in boxes full of stuff I have no idea what to do with and tanks full of fish I am totally un-invested in caring for.
So I got on craigslist and called a man about the fish. (I also called a woman about buying a small apothecary cabinet.)
He was very nice. He came over right away and took everything off my hands that I was willing to get rid of. I spent the rest of the night re-arranging and redecorating the remaining fish/fish tanks. I am VERY pleased with the results.
I spent the rest of the evening cleaning out the storage closets, (I now have only one closet to go, hooray!), doing the laundry, and packing stuff up.
The day felt generally unproductive, but really I got all of the small detailed stuff out of the way which meant I only had the larger, more ominous tasks to complete.
By the time I went to bed I was feeling much better and the house was starting to take shape.
So I got on craigslist and called a man about the fish. (I also called a woman about buying a small apothecary cabinet.)
He was very nice. He came over right away and took everything off my hands that I was willing to get rid of. I spent the rest of the night re-arranging and redecorating the remaining fish/fish tanks. I am VERY pleased with the results.
I spent the rest of the evening cleaning out the storage closets, (I now have only one closet to go, hooray!), doing the laundry, and packing stuff up.
The day felt generally unproductive, but really I got all of the small detailed stuff out of the way which meant I only had the larger, more ominous tasks to complete.
By the time I went to bed I was feeling much better and the house was starting to take shape.
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