chochiyo_sama

Well, here is the final report of the day. I'm very tired and am ready to go to bed.

I got the bathroom totally cleaned except to scrub the floor.

I got the hallway cleaned and scrubbed except for the small chest of drawers.

I got the bedroom about 1/3 of the way cleaned. I cleaned out the shelves, sorted all the loose crap, and put away the clean clothes that were in the laundry basket. I filed a bunch of the reference materials (mostly on writing with a few articles I had printed out on emotional abuse) in a three-ring binder to deal with later. At least the articles are separated and in page protectors so the cat cannot PUKE on them, as she has with other ones.

I have several patterns and craft ideas that I have not sorted and filed yet. I may do that before I go to sleep tonight.

Tomorrow (or Saturday) on my way to my mom's, I must stop at either Target or Walmart and buy a large tote to pack my unworn clothing that I want to save in. I also need to buy at least one drawer storage unit for the large number of Barbie clothes that I have scattered here there and everywhere. Ideally, I'd like to have a single three drawer storage unit for just the regular barbie--I could divide the clothing out into dresses, pants and blouses, and holiday wear....eventually, I'd like to be able to have a three-drawer storage unit for each KIND/SIZE doll I have and divide the clothing up accordingly--but I haven't the time or the money (or the space either) for that at the moment.

Right now I just want a place for them to exist that isn't laying all over the house. A central location, if you will.

I'm not going to put a lot of thought into that right now. Right now, I just want to be able to walk into my house without wanting to cry at the sight of how godawful cluttered and dirty it is.

Okay--enough whining.

At 2:15 pm, I filled my car up with gas--$32.00--gods!!!--then went to get DeAnn. Rob (the baby robin) had been hopping around the yard, following her everywhere, and when she went through the garage, he blithely followed her into the garage and proceeded to follow right behind her. So she had to go catch the little bugger and put him back into the lilac tree. Heh heh... Jim (DeAnn's husband) says, "He's not too smart." Heh heh heh.

So we saw Bewitched in the new theater in Owatonna--the new theater is AWESOME. It's huge! And the seats are extremely comfortable, and there is generous space between the seats you sit in and the seats in front of you. And in the bathroom, the toilet paper holders are ABOVE you, where they should be, instead of down by your feet, so you practically have to stand on your head to get at the freaking toilet paper! Bewitched was cute. Nicole Kidman had a weird baby-talk thing going on throughout the movie which kinda put me off--She was doing a Meg-Ryan type character with that breathy-baby talk-pouty-whispery voice that Marilyn Monroe used to use. So, that was a little bizarre. Will Farrell was very funny as the sorta washed up actor that played Darren.

I enjoyed it very much despite the Kidman weirdness. DeAnn and I were the only ones in the whole huge theater. Heh heh. We felt like royalty for whom the whole theater had been rented at great expense so that we didn't have to rub elbows with the commoners.

DeAnn took advantage of the emptiness of the theater to put on an amazing dance recital (at least three or four curtain calls of it too) in the aisles. She bought popcorn, and I, the eternal fool, ate several handfuls of it--though really, not more that 5-6--and it immediately made me queasy. The queasiness continued till I got home and ... uh .... eliminated it from my body. I'm becoming very good at just thinking about puking and then doing it--I could almost graduate to bulimia if that's what I felt like doing...which I don't. I felt MUCH better once that greasy shit was out of my body...

After the movie, we went through the Subway drive through and got subs for supper--and through the Starbucks drive-thru where she got an iced coffee and I got a "strawberries and cream" smoothie type drink which was DELICIOUS.

From there we went to Lowe's--after debating whether or not I should get the air conditioner NOW, when I feel financially strapped. Finally, we decided we would just DO IT. Let the chips fall where they may. If worse comes to worse, I can always borrow money from my credit union (even though I JUST got the last loan from there paid off...sigh...)

In Lowe's I got that weird, sickening, sensory-overload feeling from its immensity and the overwhelming plethora of STUFF looming over me. I looked straight ahead and focused on breathing slowly and deeply until we could get out of there. As long as I was there, I looked at a bunch of closet organizer stuff and also at some prefab kitchen cupboards. If I am going to be stuck in Fucking West Concord forever, at least I'm going to make this house liveable. I.E. convenient for me and USEABLE. Which it isn't at the current time.

Of course, I cannot AFFORD all of this stuff at the present time, but I hope to be able to afford it eventually--I keep slugging away at the bills. I probably should not have bought this laptop--or probably should not have bought such an EXPENSIVE one, but I do LOVE IT so much. The thought of not having it makes me want to cry.

I have had several compliments on the doll clothes that I have made, and I do think I should try them out on EBAY. I have seen tiny little crocheted outfits for Kelly doll (who is three inches tall) go for $20. Once a little knitted coat went for over $40. If I could get $5-10 per little outfit, I'd be in heaven.

And I do believe I make really cute doll clothing--especially for the children dolls. Everything is hand sewn, and every hem is doubled over so there are no rough edges to ravel.

After dropping off DeAnn, I drove around the block so I could look at the stuff on the neighbor's garage sale, and saw Pat Day walking in the next block, so I drove up and talked to him for about half an hour. He is feeling frustrated because he wants to write so much this summer, and there has been one thing after another preventing him from setting down and doing it. I know exactly how he feels. Sigh.

I MUST get this house in order so I can write without feeling guilty about it--or being unable to FOCUS on it because I have so many other things rattling around inside my brain, demanding my attention.

I'm worried about Pat; he doesn't look good. He looks old and tired. He says he doesn't think he can keep teaching for another 15 years (til retirement)--I believe him. I couldn't have taught another FIVE years at that cess pool, Triton.

GRR.

Brett Joyce is a fucking asshole. The school board at Triton is a bunch of fucktards for allowing him to continue to conduct his reign of terror over the teachers and kids at that school.

Even Denny Midthun, according to Karla Schmoll, has fallen out of love with the nasty, arrogant little prick.

When will the school board WAKE THE FUCK UP and fire his pathetic ass?

Ah, well. I'm not in it anymore, I'm FREE of the shitstorm that is Triton. Thank God.

But there are still a few people there that I care about.

So.

I guess that's it from me today. I'm tired and I need to sleep. And my bed is still covered with a bunch of stuff that I would really like to finish sorting out before I collapse for the night.

I don't want the throw it over the side and then have it get all kicked around and messed with by the cat (wo, as far as I know, didn't puke ANYWHERE today).

Okay.

I'm done.