Come on in…please don’t.

I’m not sure I’ve ever seen a bigger mess than the one I made today. Ho.Lee.Crap! I’ve been decluttering … and now the clutter is all o-v-e-r the freakin place. I currently have 10 boxes packed and ready to take somewhere, and miscellaneous crap just laying all around the apartment. The dishes are un-done (of course on the only day in a year that I actually cooked breakfast, lunch, and supper), and the worst part is, it’s 3am, I’m tired, and I have to work tomorrow. Man oh man do I ever have a mess to clean up.

Snow Ice Cream at 4am

Bowl of Snow

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Sugar, milk, vanilla

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a big ol bowl of snow ice cream I forgot to take a picture of before I ate!!

P.S. Batch 2 tomorrow in the other bowl. Different recipe. I’ll do my best not to get so excited to eat it before I take pics of the completed project.

AND, for the record, I actually ate the snow ice cream at midnight, but I’m back up at 3:53am typing this because THE LEAF BLOWER DUDE IS ON THE SECOND FLOOR, OUTSIDE MY BEDROOM WINDOW…..WHERE THERE IS NO SNOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I will soon post photos of Apartment 8′s outdoor setup to show my dear readers what I’m talking about. There is a ROOF over the second floor. Not to mention there was gallons of rock salt poured onto the sidewalks before it snowed, so the walkways are already clear.

It’s FOUR A-M!!!

This guy has gone and lost his freakin mind!

Bowl Half FULL

3 1/2 hours after the start of the snow, we are half way there. For ice cream, I mean. Weathermen say it won’t stop until we have approximately 8″.

~ Let it Snow ~ Let it Snow ~ Let it Snow ~

He said, She (should’ve) said

Yesterday, 9am-ish, knock on the door:

What transpired:

He: “Is your dryer working?”

Me: (Stares blankly).

He: “Is your dryer drying your clothes?”

Me: “I don’t have a dryer”, (fakes a sweet smile, gently closes door).

What should have transpired:

He: “Is your dryer working?”

Me: “Excuse me?? Are you fucking kidding me that you woke me up at 9am-ish to ask me if my dryer is working? What the fuck do you care if my dryer is working anyway?? I don’t have a goddamned dryer, but YES, my invisible dryer IS working, just like your fucking leaf blower blows invisible leaves off the second floor balcony at 9am-ish every fucking morning. Now go away and don’t ever wake me up again. You stupid STUPID man. (smashes leaf blower over maintenance man’s head, slams door)”

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The other night I dialed up the local Chinese Restaurant;

What transpired:

He (who must have caller ID): “Ah hello Mees [Independent] (laughs), yes, yes, how are you Mees [Independent]? (laughs), you want same tonight? (laughs), same order. . . for one? (laughs).

Me: (Solemnly) yes.

What should have transpired:

. . .

Me: No, I want Pizza Hut’s number. And what is so goddamned funny?

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So, the next dilemma with the landlord has surfaced.

He says I’m a thief for stealing his electric by not transferring my name onto the account.

I say he’s an idiot, plain and simple.

The electric company says it was an error on their part by inadvertently adjusting the date again when I moved out of the other house and called to have that switched also.

No big deal. Easy fix. Electric Company has once again listed me as the responsible party for the bill from the exact date that I rented Apartment 8. A new bill is being processed and sent to me AND the landlord to reflect me owing the bill, not him.

Landlord says I owe him $63 (which includes the bill plus his “inconvenience fee”).

What should transpire:

What about MY inconvenience for having NO heat on a night that it was 20 degrees outside? Or MY inconvenience for it being over 100 degrees because your furnace guy screwed up? Or MY inconvenience for strangers entering Apartment 8 whenever they feel like it?

What about MY inconvenience for putting up with YOUR stupid, ignorant, self-righteous, controlling, freaky self ?

And no I won’t pay you for the bill when I owe the electric company for the same bill, which is less?

And if you EVER call me a thief again….Yes, I’m threatening you, just like you threaten me.

CREEP!

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Seen on Facebook yesterday:

FB friend asks for patience to deal with stupid people and courage to tolerate their ignorance because Lord knows if I ask for strength I will beat them to death!

. . . Now Desert-ed

The heating and cooling guy finally arrived, changed the breaker on the furnace, and all was good. I finally had heat.

Tonight I came in from work and the thermostat (which is set at 65)  is buried at 90 degrees. It was definitely well over 100 degrees in here. And the stupid thing would not shut off until I flipped the new breaker.

I went to pee, the toilet seat was hot. Seriously. It was hot.

I then walked through the house touching things. I’m not sure if this was because I couldn’t believe what I was feeling, or if I just wanted to make sure every appliance in the house had been affected, but without a doubt, it was all hot. The stove, fridge, sinks, door knobs, tub…you name it, it was hot.

My dog was very thirsty. She’s ok as far as I know, but just thirsty. Poor baby.

I’m not sure what I did to deserve this streak of bad luck in my life right now, but it must’ve been good pretty effen bad.

So much for a cheap electric bill next month. Shouldn’t this be taken off my rent? Shouldn’t my rent be FREE next month for the next 6 months for all the BS I”ve put up with since I moved in here?

And here I am trying to convince myself to LOVE this place? Are you KIDDING me?

It’s twenty degrees, maybe less, outside. It’s snowing AND sleeting. But lo and behold every window and door are open in Apartment 8. Plus 2 fans and a ceiling fan. And my dog wont quit panting.

Oh yea, I’m happy right now. I’m making fabulous memories. Just fanfreakintastic memories.

Whatever.

Refrigerated

I worked outside last night where it was approximately in the 20′s cold. I couldn’t wait to get home, jump into my pj’s, and get cozy in my warm bed with some hot chocolate and popcorn. Well, as is normal in my life, that plan failed.

The current temperature inside apartment 8 was less than 60. The furnace wouldn’t come on. This morning it’s a little over 50. The guy won’t be here until tomorrow!! to fix it. It’s suppose to be in the teens tonight. Needless to say, I’m less than thrilled. I’m freezing.

I believe this is a valid excuse for not posting photos of Apartment 8′s kitchen, as promised. Mostly because today I am not happy, I do NOT love this apartment, and nothing I say or do can or will be held against me in order to enforce me to love (?) Apartment 8!

I’m still cold from being outside last night. No, I’m cold-er. This is insane! My nose and my toes feel like they could fall off!!

Have I mentioned lately how bad of a mistake I think I made in moving here? At least that last stupid place I lived in had HEAT!

A much needed reminder

“Do not look back and grieve over the past for it is gone; and do not be troubled about the future, for it has not yet come. Live in the present, and make it so beautiful and interesting it will be worth remembering.” ~ Ida Scott Taylor

Week 1

(compliments: Apartment 8′s Kitchen)

For those who are following me on my journey toward home “apartment sweet apartment”, you know that tomorrow is my deadline for Apartment 8′s kitchen to be completely unpacked, decluttered, and decorated (thereby converting the kitchen into a space that I love (?) )

Considering that I’m still disturbed that I cannot paint, the kitchen is actually looking kinda cute. I’m also a little dismayed, hopwever, that I’m missing *things* which are undoubtedly in one of the gazillion boxes still crammed into the storage closet downstairs. (That’s a Spring project, no doubt!).

I did take a few hours this week for some retail therapy, scouring local antique shops for lovely things that helped me organize, while at the same time decorate, the kitchen. (Utilizing functional decorations has always been a downfall for me, but with this project, it was a must! And I did it quite well, if I do say so myself.)

So, the big question: is Apartment 8′s kitchen a space that I love? Eh. Almost, I suppose.

I’ve only actually removed one box of clutter thus far. However, considering that I have 5 empty cabinets, I’m happy with that. And of course, there are those things that I’ve set aside waiting for the possibility that I might use them elsewhere. In all fairness, a grand total of boxes I get rid of will come at the end.

So, here’s my thoughts on the kitchen project;

Biggest setback: Some things are still in storage.

Biggest Accomplishment: Re-purposing the little pantry closet into built in shelves.

Biggest Failure: There were none, really (except that it overly disturbs me that I can’t paint!)

Biggest Challenge: NO JUNK DRAWER! (and not spending more money in the antique shops).

Photos of Apartment 8 Kitchen, tomorrow.

I ♥ My Space

Well folks, it’s pretty much a given that I don’t like much about the apartment I just moved into.

I pretty much don’t like apartment living at all.

But, since I signed a lease, it’s also pretty much a given that I better get used to it, and learn to love (?) where I live, at least for the next year of my life. hmph. (yes, that means I’m pouting).

As I mentioned earlier, my goal for each week until the end of the year, is to un-pack, declutter, decorate, and make each of the rooms a space that I love (?) living in. Eh. Or something like that.

In my best effort to a) deter procrastination, b) achieve the goals I am striving for, c) actually start liking where I live, I plan to blog my progress complete with before, during, and after photos. Fun times.

So, that said, dear readers, here’s my tentative schedule for turning Apartment 8 into a space that I love (?):

Week 1 (November 29 – December 5) = Kitchen

Week 2 (December 6-12) = Bathroom

Week 3 (December 13-19) = My Bedroom

Week 4 (December 20-26) = Living Room

Week 5 (December 27-January 2) = Spare Bedroom

Can it be done? Can she do it? Will she actually start to LOVE (?) her space?

Stay tuned . . .

Apartment 8 Kitchen, here I come!!