chochiyo_sama

I am pleased with my accomplishments of the day.  I called my mom on my way to school.  She's been so lonely and unhappy about her eyesight that I am determined to contact her more often to try to keep her cheered up.

She said she woke up so dizzy that she had a hard time walking to the bathroom and she felt nauseated  I told her that if it didn't get better she should call the doctor and describe her symptoms.

She told me Oliver Randall had died.  I didn't even know he was sick.  He was a really nice guy who had been a mailman for probably thirty years.  He was kind and pleasant to talk to.  He always spoke  to me whenever he ran into me. 

I stopped at Burger King and picked up a Mocha Joe for Susan.  She loves those things.  I like to bring her a little treat once in a while.  She has always looked out for me.

I also stopped at the Kwik Trip in Byron and filled my car up with gas.  Then I stopped at the Byron vet clinic and bought more food for my kittens.  My final stop before I went to school was the Subway in Rochester.  I got an egg and sausage flat bread breakfast thingy.  Those are awesome.

After spending a little time with Susan as she drank her Mocha Joe, I went to my room, ate my breakfast, and worked on my three inventory sheets.  One was for equipment, another for computers and electronic stuff, and the last was for books.

When I finished that, I organized some stuff on my desk and started cleaning out some of my computer files.  I have so much crap on there.  I also finished making one of my little books, the Gashlycrumb Tinies about children who expired in a variety of alphabetized ways.  It turned out very cute.

Ingrid called me several times, each time telling me that she would be coming back to West Concord on Friday.  Nicky called me all upset because her para shredded a bunch of her important documents.

DeAnn called about something, but I can't remember what.  I told her Star Trek was on in Kasson, and we decided to go and see it, even though we had both already seen it.

I left a little before three pm, I had intended to stop at the Variety Store in Kasson to get some of those little galvanized watering cans for my Riley doll "summer fun" swap.  I printed off some of those adorable little flower seed packets that I used in a swap last year in the LeeAnn group.   However, there were no parking spots near the store, so I just went to the movie theater.  I was at least half an hour early, so I bought my and DeAnn's tickets, pop for both of us, and a big bucket o' popcorn, which I shouldn't have eaten because it gave me a queasy stomach and diahrea.  Yuck.

DeAnn had a coupon for a buy one get one free blizzard, so we met at the DQ in Kasson and she picked them up.  When I got home, I first took a bath as I felt grimy.  Then, I focused on the area to the right of my bed which tends to get very messy--the kittens' favorite pastime is tipping over the garbage cans and spreading their contents all over the place.

In my cleaning, I did make a discovery--I knew that I had bought several little packages of kitty treats, but I couldn't find them.  I thought that perhaps the bag containing them had somehow gotten under the bed, and since I was down on the floor, I'd find it.

Oh, I found the SEALED bags.  The EMPTY sealed bags.  Certain small felines had CHEWED HOLES in the bags and the treats were all devoured.

I swear these are hogs in kitten bodies.

I did unearth their favorite peach fuzzy kitten toy, though most of the peachy fuzz has been ripped out.  Stewart hauled it into bed with me a moment ago.  I teased him with it for a while then tossed it down the hall.  It is now back again with Stewie AND the other two in tow.  LOL.

Tomorrow I will be finishing my bedroom and cleaning the bathroom.  Those are my two chosen tasks tomorrow.  If there is any energy left in me after accomplishing those two  things, I would like to dust the dining room and straighten up the table. 

I also want to get my mail, get all  the paper boxes out of my trunk, pull the garbage can back up to the house, and clean out the back seat area of my car.  I have a lot of pop cans  and stuff back there.

Hopefully Jim will take  the crushed cans soon as my little receptical of cans is about to over flow.  I just give my cans to Jim and DeAnn.  I don't make enough on my own to make it worth taking them in to recycling, and they have me over to dinner a lot. In return, I give them about half of anything I make and frequently give  them cookies...  It all works out in the end.  Heh heh.

Speaking of cookies, I would really like to bake some, but I am not sure my feline overlords would allow me the space to do this.  They seem to be very involved in everything I try to do.  Perhaps I will open the basement door and allow them to go down there and play (slyly "accidentally" shutting the door on them till I am done with my baking.  Hee hee hee.)

I must wax eloquent on the joy of Star Trek soon.  I would today, but I am just too tired.

I can't believe my summer is literally almost over.  And I have accomplished so few of my goals.

I don't know what my problem is, but I just can't seem to get myself motivated.  I feel tired and lazy.  There have been a couple of days where I have literally slept most of the day and most of the night.  I suspect I have a little depression going on.  Nothing major or severe, just a general malaise.

Part of my issue is that I have not been regular with my meds OR with my eating.  I've slept in too late, taken my morning meds too late, then felt it was too soon to take the pm meds....so, I skipped them.  Then, frequently, I forgot the bed time meds, or remembered them AFTER the lights were off and I was under the covers, and decided, "Ah, screw 'em."

Also, I had looked forward to my trip to Detroit to visit friends out there for months--and then I went, and five days seemed like such a long, long time....but it was over so fast.  :(

Now I have no idea when I will see them again, airfare being outrageous these days....and I miss them, terribly.  There are times when I regret meeting them, just because it is so painful to leave them and miss  them for months till I can see them again...but ultimately, I can't regret making such precious connections.

I love them.  Can't help myself.

Today I am going to attempt to get some serious work done.  

I got my check in the mail yesterday, so I will be balancing my checkbook and paying my bills.  I got my mail at the post office yesterday, so I have all my bills here.  It’s just a matter of sorting and organizing them.

I have all my clothes from my trip to Detroit lying in the middle of the dining room floor, waiting to be sorted and laundered.  I have a few things up in my bedroom that need washing too.

I haven’t washed dishes since I got home, which was Sunday.  (I haven’t really cooked anything besides pancakes last night, so it isn’t as bad as it sounds.)  So, I guess I need to do dishes also.

My suitcase is still in the living room and still has some odds and ends in it, so I better get that cleaned out and put away also.

My living room and dining room need to be vacuumed.  I should probably run one of my swiffer duster dealies over the furniture as well. 

My dining room table is buried under a bunch of stuff—I need to sort through that and get it tidied up. 

I have finished a couple of my doll swaps, and those need to be boxed and mailed.  One needs to have a cute little denim wrap-around skirt to finish.  Then that swap will be ready to be mailed too.  I have to paint a couple little milk bottles to include in the swap also.  This swap was “June is Dairy Month.”  Obviously, I am late on getting it mailed out.  Sigh.

I’ll have pictures of these things later.  Haven’t downloaded them from my camera yet.

I didn’t get much actual work done yesterday.  I got groceries and put them away.  Didn’t do any cooking other than making pancakes.  Those pancakes tasted mighty good for supper last night, though. 

I am thinking about sneaking off to see Journey to the Center of the Earth today…but I won’t allow myself to do this unless I actually get something done in the house.  Tomorrow will be a wasted day as I have to go to the tattoo party at Jesse’s house, and then Ingrid and I will be going to see Dark Knight in Kasson.  I imagine she will want to spend most of the day with me, which is okay—I haven’t seen her for quite a while.

Her mother has been very ill, so Ingrid quit her job and has moved up to her mom’s house.  Unless her mother makes an amazing recovery, she will be staying up there till her mom passes away.

Before school starts, I need to get at least one room cleaned completely.  I’ve been thinking that the small room upstairs is the best one to get done.  I am going to take the bed and the doll house out of there.  I want to get rid of the ratty old mattress and the noisy, squeaky box springs.  I want to bring the bed downstairs and put it in the extra room there. 

That small room is going to become like a supply room.  I’m going to keep my fabrics, yarns, paints, and stuff like that in there.  My computer room will be the work room.  That’s where I will actually do my art and craft and writing work. 

I think my best bet is to take every single thing out of the room, clean the room itself, wash the curtains and the windows, then put only the things I actually intend to keep in there.  Which means going through everything, organizing everything, and putting things in convenient, easy-access storage.

I’m not even going to think about trying to sell my house again until I have my house in order.

Somewhere, though, I have to get hold of some motivation.

Ugh.

On this, the first day of my Christmas vacation, I need to do some chores. 

My goals for today are:

• Do laundry
• Get mail
• Get garbage bags from gas station.
• Pay bills
• Clean kitchen--sweep, scrub, clean counters, clean litterboxes, organize cupboards, clean refrigerator, etc.
• Bake
•  Start Cleaning bedroom
• Start getting stuff together to take to my mother's house
• Mail box of Barbies to Loanne.

The idiotic stalker called already this morning--I had thought about going to the chiropractor today (in Owatonna) because my hip has been hurting so  bad--but I decided that if I went to Owatonna, I would get NOTHING done at home, and I fully expect Christmas vacation will FLY by.  Therefore, I need to get with it and get some work done on this house right away. 

The stalker, having this information, wanted to attach herself to me like a leech and suck up the day.  I told her I had decided against going because of the need to get things done.  Then to cut off all other whining, begging, and nagging, I told her I wasn't leaving the house.

In small doses, she is good.  The problem is, she is never content with a few hours a week.  She wants CONSTANT contact.

Arg.

I'll have more commentary later about yesterday at school and my progress, but right now, I need to get to work before I fritter away my whole day on the computer.

Later gators,

Love, cho

Well, I am back in my own home.  And I'm glad to be here.

The cat is being a pain in the ass.

She yowls and howls, and stomps around trying to chew up and eat my lace.  Sigh.

Dumb creature.

She's lucky I love her or I'd duct tape her to the ceiling for a couple of days.

Okay, here's what I want to accomplish today--though I have wasted most of today already lolling in bed until nearly 11: