Feline Warrior

My STARS! Just how clean does a house have to be to be sellable? A house with a little dust looks lived-in! The potential buyers will be able to picture themselves, comfy and settling nicely among the dust bunnies. Awww… cute little dust bunnies…
So I’ve been toiling away and I’m exhausted. I’m actually looking forward to a 22-hour semester - it has to be more restful than this week has been.

And why do we save everything? I found receipts from 2003 - not receipts from important things, but from pizza delivery, groceries, stuff like that. Scraps of paper with phone numbers… but no names. Magazines from years ago - but no so many years that they’re vintage magazines. (Although I did find a W magazine (a fashion mag, not a Dubya thang) with Winona Ryder on the cover, wearing a t-shirt that says “Free Wynona.” I think I’ll sell it on Ebay and buy myself a pony.

(I’ve been thinking of a pony lately, anyway, because in the long run, it’d be cheaper than gas. It would eat the grass in my backyard, thus saving the lawn mowing dude’s fee; I’d provide fertilizer all over town - a much more environmentally friendly output than the air pollution that autos put out; I could charge neighborhood kids to ride it on the weekends, and just think - I’d look damn cute riding a pony!)

Anyway, all of this cleaning, arranging, and yanking stuff to donate to the Union Mission is exhausting. I still have a storage room to go through - this is the room that scares me the most, and honestly, it’s the smallest room! But there’s the beeyuteeful doorway beads that must go (from back in my bachelorette days - it made for some very dramatic entrances!), a ton of children’s books to give to the women’s shelter, TWO boxes of cassettes (did I mention that I’m a packrat?!), which I’m sure the Union Mission will have no trouble selling… and I must go through my LP’s. Yes, I have records. Vinyl. Back from the good old days. And yes, I have a turntable. Some of these are bona fide collector’s items, but I’m not sellin’ at this point.

You get the picture, right? Too damn much work. Mark wants to go to Ohio to check out houses this weekend and the house goes on the market on Monday. So, um, I will not be here over the weekend to do anything else to it - I must be done by the end of Friday. (So why am I sitting here writing, you ask? Because I’m freakin’ TIRED!) Oh, and yeah, school starts Monday, too. There is either a panic attack or a nervous breakdown (or both! why choose?!) bubbling inside me, I just know it.

I found an apartment today, btw. It’s close enough to school, is less than $500/month, although once you add in the cable, stupidcomputerinternet access, and electric bill, it’ll go over that. Looks like the girl kitties are going to Ohio with Mark and my dear old boy kitty, who just turned 16 on the first of this month, will stay with me… which may not be much longer. (Sadness…) Still, given the fact that I’m taking 22 hours this last semester of my undergraduate life, being alone will be just fine. (Did I mention that there’s a laundry room IN the apartment? Our washer & dryer are going to Ohio, so it’s coins for me -damn!- but the laundry room is the perfect size for a little study!)

How much more can I ramble, you may ask. Well, the honest truth is that I could prolly ramble for hours and hours. I’m too pooped, though, so I’m about to excuse you from this goofy yet somewhat informative post.

Read the post & article about drugs in schools. I’m all for parents actually being… you know… parents. It might have been nice, in the long run of my life, if someone had noticed that starting in my 15th year I was bulimic and a speed freak. But hey, what the hell… I’m all better now. Took long enough, though.

Oh, wait… I’d be remiss if I didn’t bloglically thank my friend Karan (who reminds me of Bridget Bardot) for her help over the last few days. Thanks, Kitten!

Adios!

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