Curtains! Curtains! Curtains!

First let's start with the kitchen. There is no before, because there were no curtains.

This is in our bedroom. I only half made these. This used to be a duvet cover. Then in about 3 seconds with my sewing machine I made them curtains.

Half made curtains from Ikea. These were about a yard too long for our sliding glass door. I hemmed them.

Before: These were in our dining room.
They were fraying all over the place.

Before: WOW! Does this not look like denim? Trying to illustrate the poor lining/ sewing job.

These curtains do not complement my belongings.

After!

I need to get a new lampshade for that lamp

Tagged

Instructions will follow:
1. You have to post these rules before you give the facts.
2. Players, you must list one fact that is somehow relevant to your life for each letter of your middle name. If you don’t have a middle name, use the middle name you would have liked to have had.
3. When you are tagged you need to write your own blog-post containing your own middle name game facts.
4. At the end of your blog-post, you need to choose one person for each letter of your middle name to tag. Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged, and to read your blog.

A-Absolutely Don't Care. I just don't care about things most people do. This sounds bad. I don't want to care about things most people do. Lindsey Lohan can go jump off a bridge for all I care. That is not news worthy. And it just pisses me off. Same goes for all those other bimbo, spoiled, stupid, alcoholic, idiots. I do care about some things. For instance, the evils of vinyl. Buffalo Exchange claims to be a green company and hypocrisy of saying that and installing a vinyl (otherwise known as poisonous gas emitting product in production). If you know anything about poisonous gases or if you happen to be alive you know two things about poisons. 1: They are good for the environment. Dioxin. 2: They aren't good for you or in this case the workers at vinyl plants or even people who live around vinyl plants. CANCER. If you are interested you should watch a documentary called Blue Vinyl.

L-Listen carefully. I'm not a big talker. I don't really like to talk. Especially to strangers. If after a little social lube I find myself quite the chatty girl, but that happens very rarely. This goes double for the telephone.

I- I am weird. I like it. I have paint in my hair. It won't come out. I would like to have lived in the sixties. I would wear weird things. I would say weird things. I would have no pretenses or shoes.

S- So what. This translates into "Oh, Well". This is my personal motto, but it doesn't start with an S. In these two words is everything I should feel. Ever. Nothing matters if the world keeps turning, I keep on breathing, I still have my legs (legs are important to me), my health, etc. It doesn't matter if something broke when I was moving (nothing did I was just using an example of something somebody might care about) or if I make a B in my class or the seem on my curtains isn't perfectly straight. Oh, well. I try, and it does take some effort, to let it flow past me like a river. For that is the Taoist way.

For those of you wondering my middle name is Alis. The I is pronounced like would would say Alisha. Only at the end there is a sss like a snake, not a sh like "Be Quite". It isn't pronounced like Alice.

Corley
Madge
Casey
Catiepillar

First day of school

I had the worst classroom experience ever. Before my Oceanography class I have an hour break so I was there early and these three girls sitting right next to me were going on and on about their sororities. The intellectual stimulation of their conversation was the culinary equivalent of eating cardboard. One girl repeatedly asked, "Is this class about waves?" Not even her sorority sisters would touch that one. So she kept on and on until finally the other girl says, "It's about a lot of things." The the wave girl text messages the whole class. TWO HOURS. Then the first thing she says when the lights are up and class is done? "I'm dropping this class. I'm a journalism major. I will never need to know any of this in my whole life."

What if you were writing an article about the ocean? Pollution? Warming? All things that are in the news.

One of the girls said, "I hope this class isn't hard because I HATE science!" about 3 or 4 times.

It was like someone only gave them 4 sentences to use all day long. Boy did they ever use them.

Domesticity

I have the exact opposite issue as Madge. I previously hated being domestic. But now that I really like the house we are at I am finding it kind of fun. Not really exciting, but fun never the less. I can't wait to show you the curtains I am making. The curtains we inherited are so horrendous it isn't even funny. I'll take a picture of those too.

When living in rent houses not only do you usually inherit ugly curtains, but on occasion you inherit roaches. We have two lovely kinds of roaches, the big ones (that fly) and the small ones. This isn't the first time we have inherited roaches either. Kyle and I are masters of roach killing. We are almost rid of the ones we have now. It has barely been a week. There really wasn't a bad infestation it was moderate. The last house we lived in with roaches was bad! They also had mice. It was filthy! You would not believe the filth people live in.

I'm also enjoying being as environmentally friendly as possible. Today I bought some Dr. Bronner's house cleaner, Sal Suds, I think. It made my day. Tell me what is better than environmentally friendly, fair trade, cruelty free, hemp activism, biodegradable all these things in a cleaner? Go ahead, try to name something! If you say puppies that just plain isn't playing fair.

Ease Dropping

Yesterday morning at the new house I was sitting on the couch and could here people yelling. As it turns out it was my next door neighbors. Occasionally I would catch a few words but mostly I could here yelling. I did open the door at one point to see where the yelling was coming from and overheard, "Your driving me crazy with the fucking yelling. Shut your fucking mouth." Damn, I couldn't have said it better myself.

Well, if you are peeing and they happen to be yelling you can here it from the toilet. Pretty clearly. Also if you are in the garage changing the laundry you can here everything. I mean it sounds like they are talking to you. "After work I'm going to pick my fucking car up so I can give you a fucking ride to work!"

As I'm righting this I think it sort of sounds as if I heard them one time and then walked around my house. No. I just happen to be in those different places at different times in the span of two days and heard them fighting every time. They mush fight around the clock. It seems worse at night. They were doing something over there when they were outside fighting. I have no idea what is was, but my theory is they were banging on our house. For whatever reason it sounded like someone was knocking around upstairs. So my heart stopped for about 3 seconds and then I could here the neighbors yelling really clearly without all that pesky noise my heart makes and realized they are probably just participating in a little domestic violence. That was a load off.

For real though Kyle did say that when he was moving things he heard the girl say, "You hit my nose." She was crying and her mom was there. I have no idea how old they are. I have never actually seen them. I have seen a couple of college age guys there come and go a million times. I have no idea who lives there. It is strange.

Too tired for a real post

We are almost done with the house. Kyle, his mom, and I have almost finished painting the whole entire house in less than a week. Hopefully we will get moved this weekend.

Moving on.

My assignment from Spinning Girl. If I had more time I would write it on a maxi pad and take a picture. Frankly, I'm too damned tired for any fun.

1. My favorite childhood toy was ...this
2. My favorite childhood game was ...I have to say probably Super Mario Brothers. I can't think of anything else.
3. The best movie I ever saw as a kid was ...This is a toss up between The Little Mermaid and Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles
4. I don't do it much but I enjoy ... reading or crafting
5. If I could lighten up a little, I'd let myself ... get rid of every single thing I own.
6. If it weren't too late I'd ... it is never too late.
7. My favorite musical instrument is ... the piano or the guitar
8. The amount of money I spend on treating myself to entertainment each month is ... zero?
9. If I could get anything for my inner artist, I'd buy him/her ... a screen printer or screens or anything pertaining to screen printing
10. Taking time out for myself is ... not an option right now, but usually I read or go to the book store.
11. If I start dreaming ... I'm thankful that I am in bed asleep.
12. I secretly enjoy reading ... I openly read everything. I have no secrets in the reading department.
13. If I only could have grown up to be ... a naturalist or a scientist in some type of biology field, marine life maybe. I think I would enjoy that.
14. I wish I could make/write/grow/ create a ... anything. I haven't crafted in a while. It makes my heart hurt.
15. My parents think that I ... am pretty great.
16. What makes me feel weird is ... when you think a fabric looks like crushed velvet, and then it turns out it is really cheap, fake shit. That grosses me out.
17. My most cheer-up music is ... depends I guess, but I would probably say anything that was produced between 1959 and 1975. I love the Oldies.
18. My favorite way to dress is ... in clothes produced between 1940 and 1960.

I think a switch went off in my head.

I would like to be telling you that it was a fun, take your clothes off and party type switch. Unfortunately, someone flipped the responsible switch. I swear the things that come out of my mouth are so completely foreign to me. Sometimes, so much so the only thing I can think when saying them is, "Oh. My. God. I. Am. So. Boring. What happened? Dear God, Make it go away."

It is only getting worse. I find myself cleaning for no reason. Even worse, I keep feeling like I need to clean things. I'm fighting this with everything I have.

The things I do for you

We are cleaning the house we will soon be moving into. We should all do a little exercise to better sympathize with me, ready?

Take rag and spray bottle with ammonia and water mixture. Spray on walls. Wipe walls. Repeat 500,000 times. Oh, yeah. Did I mention to put on rubber gloves and turn the air conditioner off.
If I could think of a word worse than miserable I would use it.

Also, a fun part of the equation, I'm getting sick. I wish I could take a picture of my tonsils.

Wait, I'll try.

It isn't really effective. The picture does show how red my throat is. It doesn't, however, show how gigantic my tonsils are. That isn't because I'm sick. I swear I could win a Guinness prize for biggest tonsils.

More cleaning on the agenda for tomorrow. If there is a hell I know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that I will be well prepared. If not for the heat then for the sheer misery.

I'm Home!

Finally! Boy, I am glad about it.