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january 31
first off, how did it get to be friday already? secondly,
how did it get to be january 31? it's like i live in some kind of time warp until the end of the week and the end of
the month...they both always surprise me. yay! 5 more days 'til my anniversary!!! lee keeps joking that every
year his present to me is a new house...which, i guess, is kind of true. hmmmm, yeah, every year for the past 3 years
we've purchased a new house. hahahahahahahaha *throws head back and laughs like a snotty high society lady that
wears too much jewelry and buys a new house every year for wedding anniversary*. nah, we're just lucky and
we buy houses that most other people would never want to live in due to their poor condition. yeah, and then we fix
them up and sell them for big money to rich people that wear too much jewelry and buy new houses for their
anniversaries. ha. ok, i'll stop now.
so last night, we were ripping up the old nasty pseudo-linoleum
floor in our kitchen so we could put black and white ceramic tile down and what did we find under the old nasty stuff?
hardwoods. almost untouched. amazing. but about 35% of them would have to be replaced from previous damage
from leaks...so we're debating whether or not to just fix them and sand them down and varnish them with marine grade polyurethane
or just put hardybacker down and tile over them and let someone else discover them in another 85 years. i don't know.
it seems like such a shame to cover up pine floors.
and that's the most exciting thing that's going on right now...other
than watching the video of the texas house for the 500th time. yay texas! oh yeah, we went grocery shopping last
night and i bought fabulous heart shaped doilies in pink and red for making valentines...i can't wait to get started...yay
crafting!
january 28, later
how yummy is this? it's out of hand. i found it on
the target website...it's a purse, of sorts, and it comes with leetle chocolate hearts inside. mmmmmmmm.
sadly, it is snowing in chicago. which is where lee is momentarily.
his flight keeps getting pushed back later and later...which means that i'll have to drive to the airport at like 1 or 2 in
the morning. ah well, at least i won't miss the osbournes. *gurgle*
i feel that i must proclaim my love for my washing machine and
dryer. washer and dryer, i lurve you.
january 28
 It's official. signed on the dotted line...this
is MY new VICTORIAN HOUSE in TEXAS!!!
yeah, we paid a little more for it than what we budgeted for buying
a house, but it was only a little more and it's so fantastic and we don't have to do ANYTHING to it, so we figured it's alright.
it has NEW central air and heat, new plumbing, new wiring, new roof, new kitchen, recent paint, new sheetrock, new carpet
(meh...) with [supposedly] original hardwoods underneath...4 bedrooms, 2 full baths, 2 half baths, and it's on a HUGE lot!
so this guy had it for a couple years and he was *fixing* it up (i.e. replacing all the old trim and mouldings with new (?),
redo-ing everything basically in a modern style, but that's ok, because i'd rather move into a place that's clean and ready
to go and restore it *back* to a style that is more in keeping with it's period. lee talked to the neighbors and they
said they've tried to do some research on it and they believe it was built in 1876. is that fucking amazing or what?
lee said there are funky little windows and strange little closets with 3 foot tall *alice in wonderland* doors all over the
house. it still has all but 2 or 3 of the original windows and most of the original doors and hardware. lee said
there's a shed in the backyard and it looks like alot of the trim and stuff that was taken out of the house is stored out
there...so that's good.
so heres's a picture of part of the kitchen...it's the only interior pic of the house i have so far:
yay! we're soooo incredibly excited to be coming back to texas,
and to be able to move immediately into a fully functional lovely, although oddly modernized, victorian house. now...we
just have to sell this one.
january 27
uh yeah. things have been a little hectic around here.
so yesterday i found yucky poo in the dining room and could not make a decision for the life of me as to who's bottom it came
from. so i tried desperately to isolate all the animals into groups and repeatedly got up and checked for poo all day.
and i just couldn't figure it out and i was getting all antsy and weepy because i knew someone was sick but i just couldn't
figure out who. everyone was acting and looking normal. so this morning there was MORE in the dining room and
finally, after watching princess in the backyard, i figured it was her. so i called lee at 8 in the morning, 7 texas
time, and woke him up to tell him there was messy poo in the dining room...and i thought he hung up on me, but apparently
his phone died, but he didn't call back for like 15 minutes and i was like, oh gawd, he's pissed because i woke him up to
tell him there was crap on the floor, so i was frantically trying to make an appointment with the vet, they confirmed a 9:45
appointment; i was a complete mess, physically, as i have been living 'single' since saturday, so i decided to clean up the
mess before showering and i looked at the clock before i went to clean up and i must have been on texas time because somehow
9:11 gave me the impression that i had an hour to shower and get dressed before driving 30 minutes to the vet for my emergency
appt. durr! when i got out of the shower and looked at the clock, i realized my apparent lapse in clarity and
tried to figure out how i was going to get to the vet on the other side of town in 10 minutes.
so that's how my morning's been so far...poop and tears and frantic-ness.
so the vet said princess probably just had a form of colitis and gave her some antibiotics, which relieved me greatly, because
when lee finally called back he said he was concerned that someone might have thrown something poisoned or meat with hooks
in it over the fence. they do that here in savannah when the don't like you or want to kill your dogs so they can break
in your house. go figure. anway, lee keeps calling and describing these houses in texas that he's been looking
at and it's like he's just taunting me...i'm like, just make an offer already! ugh.
january 25
 so here is the drive that lee is attempting...he
left at 3:41 AM and was past new orleans by 2 this afternoon. wow. why did this drive take us 2 days when
we moved?
anyway, it's cold here, i'm bored and don't really feel up to
working on the house, the dogs are all antsy and getting on my nerves, i ate too much too early in the day, so on top of the
20 layers of clothes i'm wearing to keep warm but are seeming to only make me look and feel fat, i'm too full and i think
i'm going to start my period for the 2nd time this month. gah.
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january 24
oh sadness...lee is taking a spur-of-the-moment trip to texas
to drop off the saturn and check out some land and take care of some business. he says he's going to try to do the whole
drive in one day...he's leaving at 3 in the morning and thinks he'll get to austin by evening. so obviously i'm nervous.
he will fly back on tuesday and then on saturday he's running in a half marathon and then monday he leaves for augusta, geogia
for business. and he'll be out of town for our anniversary! dammit. oh well...this is our 3rd anniversary,
the *leather* year. hehheh.
january 23
yay! it's snowing here in savannah. ok, not hard enough
to show up on camera, but for us texas folk, any snow is exciting.
so the lot in san marcos that was supposed to be all heaven-sent
and what not, was a total schmucky deal. we submitted the offer, offered to pay CASH, and the realtor calls us and is
all like, uh, well, see, uh, yeah, um the guy doesn't want to sell the lot anymore. UH HELLO? WHY WOULD YOU LET
US SIGN A CONTRACT FOR SOMETHING THE SELLER HADN'T EVEN SIGNED A LISTING AGREEMENT FOR? duuurrrr!
but, oh, well wait...i'm not even going to tell you what's in
the works now, because it seems like every time i do, it falls through. gah.
january 20
i have to get out of this town. do you hear me? I
HAVE TO GET OUT OF HERE!!!
so last night we were basically at our wit's end with the whole
house/texas/moving thing. there was still alot of himhawing over the pretty house that was under contract with someone
else and it was starting to look too big to have moved within our budget. so we were like, hmph, let's just finish up,
put the house on the market and move back to the fucking duplex in austin. and we agreed on that and that we weren't
going to talk about texas or houses or land or moving houses to texas land at all until we were back in texas. and that
was that. and then today we were having a really bad surreal day...this morning there was a huge semi with a giant drawing
of a bust of MLK taped to the front of it and a big monument of sorts on the back and they were driving backwards, the wrong
direction of the right side of the street, with these black guys like running around behind it yelling. and they weren't
driving backwards slowly, either. then across the median, on our side of the street, there was a big van with yet another
giant paper bust of MLK taped to the front of it and loudspeakers on top spouting out the 'i have a dream' speech. this
was 8:30 in the morning. at 11 lee's work phoneline died which turned into a hideous under-the-house search for phone
lines and the splicing of said lines. this led to an incredibly fruitless city-wide search for a new external phone
jack to run the newly spliced wires into. lee's escapade ended up being a horrendous 10 mph drive through the city which,
being MLK day, was swamped, literally, with drunk black folk. you could hardly move the car. it was sad and stomach-turningly
ironic. upon arriving home, i realized, to my dismay and lee's dis-interest, that lee was covered with dirt and filth
from crawling under the house earlier. so i was trying to paint the trim on the ceiling in the living room and thought
i could entertain myself slightly whilst doing so by turning on the tv to channel e. which turned out to be joan rivers
golden globe special over and over and over and over and 1 more time again. i don't know which was more mind numbing:
the program or the paint fumes. so out of nowhere, in the middle of savannah mlk day bad day hell, LO...there rang a
phone call on the newly spliced wires which lee hardwired to the actual phone...and it was a good call. like heaven
opened up and poured a little goodness into our phone line...a realtor called and said: i have a plot of land in the middle
of downtown san marcos surrounded by funky little old houses, it's about 50 feet by 277 feet and it's only _______ (insert
low price here)...would you be interested enough to have me email you some pictures?
and lo! the lot was good. we sign the papers tomorrow.
january 18...later
yumyum! lookie at my new vintage ice box! it's in
good condition, just needs to have the 10 layers of spray paint stripped off of it, sanding, and a fresh coat of automotive
paint. then it will be ready for use at parties! the top door opens and you put your block of ice in there and
there's a little drain that runs down through the whole thing to the underneath where it drains into a little pan that you
put under it...the bottom door is where you keep your food. isn't it cool! it's exactly like the one my granny
has described having when she was a little girl. rawk!
in other news...we got an old 1930s metal filing cabinet that
weighs like 250 pounds and we finally installed the shower portion of the claw foot bathtub. yay showers! that
is all. nothing else except that my back has been killing me for 3 days straight and it hurts to walk.
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january 18
going shopping for antique filing cabinet or something akin to
that. la!
january 17
rah rah! pink hair! la!
and so we made an offer on a house in san antonio...contingent
on the actual moving of the house from san an to san mar to be under $20,000. so everything was looking good and we
were high-fiving and what not, and then the realtor calls us back says, um, the house is like already under contract with
someone else. wha? so we went through a bunch of him-hawing and jimmerjammer and it turns out the house is under
contract but by someone trying to purchase it with an FHA loan which basically boils down to a bunch of bullshit for the sellers
like fixing and adding shit and the realtor says we should submit the offer anyway, stating the we want the house 'as is'
and with 10% down. so that's supposed to look all yummy for the sellers and they're supposed to say ooh let's take this
offer over the offer that would cost us about $10,000 extra to sell the house. ok...so everybody keep your fingers crossed
and say little wish/prayers that this is the right house and that we'll get it. it's soooooo beautiful. it has
like 500 built-ins with multi-paned glass panels and columns on the inside and pretty hardwood floors that haven't been smotherd
with 20 layers of dull brown paint. and it has a sunroom. but i won't say which one it is of the 4 pictures below.
not yet.
so the downstairs of the house has finally been re-wired.
and i'm glad, but the electricians left a fucking mess. christ! i swear. i keep saying i'm never going to
live inside another restoration. and this week re-affirmed that. they tore my walls and ceilings all to hell!
there was plaster dust everywhere! it's such a fucking headache. i can't even write about it. but if we
get this house in san antonio...there's not going to be any of this plaster dust crap or anything. just painting and
minor work. fine details...until we re-do the kitchen and bath and maybe an addition...but i can live with that.
and the kitchen is decent and clean and fair sized...so the re-do can wait several years. oh laaaahwd! i want the san
an house with every fiber of my being. it's so right. oh i really hope we get it. it's retah-ded...i keep
looking, not at interior design plans, but instead, party plans...you know, for the shindigs we're gonnna throw as soon as
we get back...cubana fiestas, kabob parties and such. yeah, we're gonna rawk out.
january 11
i won 50 bucks on a scratch off lotto ticket. rawk.
texas houses...
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january 10
oh rawk! yesterday afternoon i went to kmart to poke around
while i had some film processed at eckerds and lo! i found 2 pairs of fabulously fitting pants! 1 pair of rockabilly
dark blue jeans...ranglers brand to be precise...size 31 x 30, tho now i think maybe i should have gone 31x32 so i could have
a bigger cuff, but it's alright...they fit super swell unbelieveable...straight narrow legs and not baggy in the butt or anything.
then i found a pair of size 10 super sexy girly pants...i will post a pic later...but they're yummy.
alright, enough about stupid pants. and yet another plan
arises for the move to texas. now we are looking at having a house moved...yes, moved, as in jacked up, slid onto a
giant truck and driven to a site. and so far, knock on wood, it looks like everything's coming in within the budget.
so lee's dad is going to view 4 houses in san antonio on tuesday. rawk rawk rawk...they're all beeeeautiful arts and
crafts houses and exceptionally priced. we're looking at a lot on the outskirts of san marcos that is just incredibly
*texas*. i look at the picture and i can smell texas air...the sky is so blue and there are trees and trees and open
land. it's home. i know it.
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| please note the yummy olive green patent maryjanes |
january 9
the search for a house or land in texas continues...
visit the journal project...i think i'm going to start my own. i need people willing to participate. email me.
last night i was just crawling up the walls wishing i had a party
to go to. or at least some people to interact with. i can only make lee laugh so many times. and vice versa.
i was watching mtv last night and that 'diary' show came on with ashton kutcher...kelso from that 70s show. he's pretty
funny and he reminded me of some people back in austin. so needless to say i was being overwhelmed with feelings of
homesickness. i've also been obsessing over my highschool reunion. yeah, it's like 3 and a half years away, but
i've been really excited about it for the last 2 years. stupid, no? anyway, i think i just want to say a big fuck
you to the administrators that treated me like shit and basically told me i'd never get anywhere. ha. i'd like
to believe that so far i've been fairly successful at all of my endeavors. but i just can't wait to go back and pretty
much rub it all their faces, fuck off yeah i'm covered in tattoos, still a weirdo but highly successful and very happy to
dress like a burlesque showgirl or ms. hannigan from annie every day. aaaaaand i raise chickens. yeah...
january 8
finally. someone else signed my guestbook. thank you
jaydie, who says that i make home renovation look glam. *runs out into street and does a happy tap dance* now.
everybody else go sign the fucking guest book! sheesh...1000 hits and 4 signatures? i know everybody from selah's
site visits here...y'all even know me in person. so sign the freekin' guest book! *grits teeth*
anyway, nothing special happening lately. everything texas-wise
is up in the air and i don't want to talk about it. i'm going insane here in savannah, tho. there is nothing to
do and no one to hang out with other than lee and i've been hanging out with him for the last 2 years straight. poo.
there are no good dance clubs here, i don't drink so going to a bar is nay an option, the coffee shops consist of starfucks,
where i am no longer welcome due to the tantrum that i threw about 6 months ago when i kicked everyone out and locked the
doors and never came back, and the other shops are filled with schnotty art school kids, most of whom have very little artistic
ability and are more interested in slapping a SCAD sticker on the rear window of their car than actually producing something
of merit. we don't have a target, i have to shop at walmart, kmart, tjmaxx, and marshalls, which suck because the employees
are overly rude, the selection grubby, and above all, the last time i went shopping for a pair of pants...i could hardly fit
into a size 13. what?! i'm a fair sized girl, but i went into those places wearing a pair of semi-loose fitting
size 8 pants from target. what the fuck is up with these cheap-o stores selling this generic crap from indonesia and
china that doesn't fit. i fucking flat out refuse to believe that i am too large to not be able to put on a pair of
low-rise size *13* pants. no fucking way. not to mention that all the fucking pants are flares! what's
up with flares. how about a nice little pair of normal boot-cut pants. not too loose, not so tight they're crawling
so far up my ass they're practically gagging me...just a regular-i want to wear these with a little t-shirt at home maybe
a nice shirt when i go out-could wear these with flip flops or some maryjanes or some converse type sneaks pants. WHY
CAN'T I FIND THESE PANTS? probably because we don't have target. ok. so my whole point is, there's nothing
to do here, no one i've met yet that i want to hang out with, i miss texas, texas friends and my family so much it's making
me loopy. i want to go back so much i could go out in the street and scream and wad my hands up into fists so tight
my fingers would be white and i'd beat on a tree until i was tired and people were staring. that's how much i want to
go back to my friends. i wanna rollerskate and dance and have everybody come over and sit on my floor and watch tv.
and i want to go shopping at target.
january 3
coming soon! 100 things.
pointlessly random savannah fact: some savannahians will use parts
of their house for firewood during the winter. really. a neighbor watched the carriage shed of one of his rental
properties slowy diminish into nothing but it's tin roof in a crumpled pile on the ground. he said some nights he would
drive by it and see maybe 20 or 30 people huddled around a fire in the alley while several would occasionally whack part of
the shed off and toss it into the flames. he said it was horrifying and looked akin to something you would see
on the discovery channel about nomads or wild people and it was too frightening to get out and tell them to stop.
the people across the street burned porch railings last winter
in their fireplaces to heat their house.
december 27
it is truly a tragic day. in hopes of selling the house
faster, lee decided we should paint the living room white. white! over the super fabulous two tone pink that took
me days to complete. and so i've started. and i hate it. every brushstroke of white tears at my heart.
i feel betrayed and also that i am betraying the divine loveliness that is *pink*.
i am no longer queen of pink, no longer a beauty queen lounging
in the pink room, no longer a vintage starlet surrounded by heavenly blushing shades of color...
ugh. my inner princess has been mortally wounded.
december 26
this month has flown by. seems like yesterday it was november
and i was pining away to get to texas. i went, now i'm back and the holidays are over...except new years, well, you
know, it doesn't really seem like it counts right now. so ok. lee picked me up from the airport and surprised
me by having our picket fence painted white...then when i walked inside, he surprised me with the xmas tree. see, lee
and i have never spent a real xmas together, and we've only had a tree once. and the last 2 years we were like, why
even bother, we won't be home or together to enjoy it and every year we're planning a move around this time so it just seemed
sad and pointless. so this time around lee decided to surprise me by purchasing a super fab all white sparkly tree and
all the ornaments on it...hats off to lee for picking such super fab ornaments, all martha stewart, of course, and all in
shades of white, silver, and pink. it was truly spectacular and one of the best xmas gifts. the lights were blinky
so that's why it may look only kind of lit up. so now we have our xmas tradition...the tree and the ornaments.
and the ornaments are so spectacularly incredible, we'll keep them forever, and someday my godchildren will fight over who
gets to have them.
so texas...well, first off, my dad didn't recognize me at the
airport...i was waving like mad and yelling, hey dad, hey dad! and he was just giving me this blank stare. he
didn't like my blonde-ness at all. i told him he was lucky because it was almost pink before i came. then we met
up with my mom half way to san marcos where she took me the rest of the way to SM and then austin to visit my granny.
we checked out the SM house, it looks good, but really, what a fucking dump. lee had it inspected on thursday and we
got the report and faxed it to the realtor who then passed it on to the listing agent who then showed it to the guy that owns
the place. i think it scared him and hopefully, when he is back in late january from climbing mt. killamanjaro (sp?)
he will take our low-ball offer. really...we couldn't even turn on the water to the place. ugh. but we want
the house and we're going to stay in it for a really really really long time...no more moving. no nononononononono.
so i got to see celena and jack and spent some time with selah, who gave me an incredible gift of like 6 rolls of vintage
wallpaper covered in dolls. scary creepy dolls upon dolls. just staring at you. really, she was right when
she said that only i could appreciate it's creepiness. i hope to at least do a closet with it...it's great. so
in austin we went to see the 37th street lights...it's a street where all the homeowners agree to put enough lights on their
houses to put las vegas to shame. and they do all kinds of quirky things with the lights, including covering their
cars with them and setting up weird displays with them. it's definitely an austin thing and it mad me sad that i moved
away, but glad that i was coming back. one yard had a jazz type band playing and singing xmas songs, another had the
lady pictured above, dressed as an angel statue...it took alot of convincing to get my mom to believe that she was indeed
a real human...of course the flash kind of ruined the effect, but you get it. we also passed a new little jiffy lube
type place, but it's called groovy lube. you can't really make out the groovy in the pic, but the have peace signs and
anti-corporate signs everywhere...another austin-only thing. then we went back to houston to my parents house, which
entailed me sleeping on a couch in the living room and my mom waking me up at 7 every morning by leaning over the couch and
staring at me until i opened my eyes. my granny broke her hip a few weeks ago so she has this potty chair thing...it's
not gross or anything, just a little seat that fits about and inch or 2 over the actual toilet and has handles on it so she
can sit and stand more comfortably...well, anyway, my parent's house only has 3 bathrooms, not counting the one in the garage
and who's gonna use that in the middle of winter anyway? 2 are in my parent's and brother's room, so that leaves the
guest bath off the livingroom as the only one really suitable for my granny's potty chair. which meant, 1. the bath
offered little privacy being directly off the main room of the house and 2. the potty chair was in there. so like i
said, the potty chair wasn't gross or anything, but it was disconcerting and slightly unnerving to use, especially in the
middle of the night. but aside from that, the family was the usual family, consistantly slightly annoyed with one another
and vaguely disgruntled...at least we had fabulous food, and my parents kept it coming so i was actually stuffed the entire
time i was there, not a good feeling, but at least i wasn't hungry like i always am here in savannah. we all had a good
time together, it was nice to hang out in a house that wasn't currently mid-renovation for a week, i was happy to see my austin
friends, and my whole family and extended aunts and uncles are all excited at the prospect of lee and me moving back to texas
and they all agreed that xmas was going to be at our house next year. i don't really know if that's a good or
bad thing yet, i just hope we have running water by then.
happy holidays!
december 16
we spent all of yesterday, from early in the morning until dusk,
re-tarring the roof. yes, tar. sticky, thick, black, stinky tar. but it was a lovely sight, really...the
ghetto from above the all the rooftops. you could hardly hear any gunfire.
early tomorrow morning i leave for texas. TEXAS OR BUST!!!
ha. for 6 days i'm going to lounge around and drink hot cocoa and NOT work on renovation projects. for 6 days
i'm not going to breathe lead paint and old plaster dust. and i'll take a shower! a real shower! however,
i have grown so accustomed to bathing in the claw foot that i really never think about the lack of a shower any more.
alright dearies...no more entries for the week, but hopefully many a pics when i return.
december 13
last night i dreamt i was unfortunately overweight. i was
deform-edly overweight with this terrible like innertube type ring of fat around my hips. and i couldn't get any of
my clothes on and i was horrified because i couldn't even go out to buy new clothes. then i woke up and lee said he
dreamt that he was a student in college and he was carrying a big fat man around. except the big fat man was dead.
then he was in an elevator with the big dead fat man and the other people in the elevator were eating whip cream. so
lee found a spray can of redi-whip and squirted it out all over the big dead fat man's head and everyone laughed and applauded.
lordy lordy! my life is so incredibly UNfabulous right now.
so unfabulous that i stamp my foot and say *poo poo!* dammit. but i can't really figure out why or what
it's lacking. maybe if i had a job. or a kitchen. or a fancy new outfit. or a freakin' pair of boots
that i've been wanting for like 3 years now but lee keeps buying fucking fish and chunks of coral for his fishtanks and then
we don't have any spare money. aAAAAAAAAAAARRRRGGGGHHuuh...just a pair of boots. and a cello. but
i could hold out for the cello. i just really want a fancy pair of boots. well, and a house in texas. but
the boots for fucks sake. i want boots so bad i could roll up and down on the floorboards and make my hands into fists
and shake them at the ceiling. that's how much i want fancy boots.
on a lighter note, lee and i were at the mall a couple weekends
ago, shopping for shoes for lee of course, and he said i could buy some boots, but when he was done buying his shoes
there wasn't any money left over, the bastard...well, anyway, i was in a shoe store and i was wearing one of my many pink
frilly lacy nightgowns layered as a dress with stockins and a cardigan with a fancy vintage rhinestone pin and this little
girl saw me and started pulling on her mom and she was like, momma momma momma momma mommmmmammmmoooooommmmaaaaaaa look.
and she pointed at me and i smiled and waved at her and her mom was like, oooh, she's like a princess.
rawk.
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| ahhh, the joys of renovation... |
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| the refrigerator stands amidst the rubble... |
december 12
last night i dreamt that i was inside an old school and it was
raining then i could see that it was flooding and water was coming up past the windows. and no one would let me out.
people kept telling me i was safer inside than out. and i kept insisting that the windows were going to be crushed from
the pressure of the water and that we would drown. and still, no one would let me out.
i own what i believe to be the largest non-comercial refrigerator
this side of the mississippi. and i don't really have a good place to put it. it sits, like a massive tumor, in
my kitchen, helpless and hulking, and full of nothing but jars upon jars of condiments. everyday i walk into the kitchen
and i ask myself, why did i pick this ogre of a fridge out of the hundreds of slightly less mammoth versions on display.
i'll tell you why. because many months ago i had dreams of turning my house into a wonderful vintage mansion where family
and friends alike would take refuge for holidays and summer vacations, where friends on roadtrips would take breaks from crummy
motels and greasy diners. because i thought the refrigerator would hold many a southern delight, delectible goodies
that could be whipped up in no time to feed the hungry masses that came from miles around to relax in my fancy happy home.
i thought i would be here for many years and i would have the money to travel and that other people would, too.
life is a far cry from that dillusional fog that i was apparently
living in. i have no money. my kitchen's current state is that of crumbling plaster and filth. and yet the
massive fridge remains, unable to be moved out of the kitchen for the renovation due to it's incredible girth. sad...that
a refrigerator, an appliance so useful, so full of bounty, could remind me everyday that people rarely visit, that my
parents, upon traveling all the way from texas, turned right back around and spent the night in a hotel before flying all
the way back home again due to the unfortunate mid-renovation circumstances of my house, how filthy i live, how i have no
friends in georgia, how i spend every single day of my life indoors, tearing out old wood and plaster, sweeping up lead paint
chips, patching walls, patching floors, painting, sanding, hammering, sawing, and wondering how i am going to pay my bills
and when the hell and how the hell am i ever going to get the fuck back to texas.
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december 11
i have nothing really interesting to write about other than the
lame-o fact that i've been sucked into the tv show *gilmore girls*. dammit. they talk too fast and alot of the
plots are predictable, but damn that lovely house that they live in, the diner where they eat, and the inn where lorali (sp?)
works. it's just too pretty to turn off.
deceber 8
a big "fuck you" to ditech dba gmac mortgage company for
sending all of my husband's as well as my personal and financial information to 1. the wrong address-you're my fucking mortgage
company, you send me a fucking bill every month for my house, you better fucking well know where i live; 2. sending all of
this information which included our names, social security numbers, banking information, job history, address history, all
of our credit card numbers and their expiration dates, my mortgage info and history, along with a shitload of other personal
information via fedex not requiring a signature upon delivery to a fucking crack house of all places, i know, we went there
this morning and the 5 bums sitting on the porch said yeah they saw the package about a week ago but someone must have moved
it cause it aint there now; and 3. fuck you for not telling us when you admitted a week later that you sent the package to
the wrong house that 1. it was not coming back to you or fedex; and 2. that it contained all of my personal financial information.
i have now had to waste half my day canceling all of my
credit cards, filing police reports and writing letters to ditech notifying them of my unhappiness due to their incredibly
stupid negligence. fuck you ditech, now anyone at the crack house you delivered the package to can use my name, social,
address, and job history to get a line of credit and run it all to hell. thanks a fucking lot. you may well have
finanacially screwed me forever. i sure as hell hope 1. that none of us or the animals get sick or have an emergency
any time soon because i can't afford it and i don't have any credit cards anymore to use; and 2. that you have a fucking decent
attorney because come this monday morning, if you can't track down that fedex package, you're fucked.
december 7
would you let this person work on your house?
the house is holding me hostage. i have also
become *one* with the house...i work 14 to 16 hour days, sleep very little, have plaster imbedded in my skin and globbed into
my 8 days unwashed hair. tools are slowly replacing my limbs and paint runs through my veins. i am *adapting*
to my surroundings, i suppose. we purchased the largest air compressor we could find and now we can nail-gun up the
trim and spray plaster onto the walls, tremendously improving the house's appearance. things are looking up, we are
moving quickly, not fast enough, but luckily not too slow. we are working in a bit of a haze though, sustaining ourselves
on 3 day old 5 times re-brewed coffee and peanut butter and jelly sandwhiches. i have to go. the paint is lonely
without me.
december 4 / december 5
a recent quote from lee: "unused storage space is our enemy".
well put.
last night i had one of the worst nightmares i've ever had.
it was a frightening follow-up to another nightmare i had about 2 weeks ago, one that i was afraid to write about here for
fear it would alert authorities of some type to pay me a visit with suspicion (sp?) that it was not merely a dream.
somebody please interpret these dreams and give me some fucking insight because i think i'm going mad. really.
they're fucking scaring me.
so 2 weeks ago, i wake up in the middle of the night in a cold
sweat and i dreamed, but in my only half-lucid state believed quite incredibly that the dream and all my actions in it, were
true, that lee and i had not killed, but found murdered bodies of some sort and decided to *dispose* of them under our house,
instead of doing something sane and normal like calling the cops. well, it came time to move, and we realized that there
were bones and body parts all over the fucking place. we had not been very professional with our disposal methods and
now, in the middle of the night in a rainstorm, we were having to try and collect all this refuse and do away with it so no
one, especially the people buying our house, would find it and accuse us of murder. so my bright idea was that we should
break up all the bones and stuff, which entailed literally smashing skulls and grinding parts up in a meat grinder.
---ok, is this horrible or what? that's the part that disturbs me the most...why WHY did i dream this?--- so i
wake up, like i said, and for some reason believe my nightmare to be true and i freak out and start thinking, oh why didn't
we just call the cops when we found the bodies? was it so much trouble? and i paced the house until i really woke
up and finally came to the conclusion that it was not real, there were no bodies buried under the house, and i had crushed
no skulls or run dismembered limbs through a meat grinder. but i was incredibly disturbed, nonetheless, and chose, until
now, to not tell anyone about it except lee and my mom.
nightmare # 2: so last night i wake up, again, in a cold
sweat and believe that my dream had really occured. lee and i were staying in some old hotel and for some incredibly
insane reason decided that we should murder people because we could do a good job of: dismembering them, chopping them up
into 3 inch chunks, crushing the bones, and flushing it all down the toilet. ---what the fuck is fucking wrong with
me people? where are these dreams coming from??!!!!--- so i get a little nervous in the dream and tell lee that
i'm just positive the people at the sewage treatment plant are somehow going to find these parts and trace them back to us
in our hotel room. so lee's bright idea? carry the parts in garbage bags to someone else's hotel room and flush
them down their toilet. and it seemed ok, until we clogged the toilet with body parts. gross. then all these
parts that we had flushed down came back up through the pipes and we were standing in the bathroom going what the fuck do
we do...we gotta get some paper towels or something! so somehow we remedied the situation and got back to our room but
i just kept getting more upset because i couldn't understand why we would murder people for recreation and how was it that
lee could possibly think we wouldn't get caught? then i woke up, but not all the way, so i kept going over in my mind,
the ways someone could find our DNA on the flushed body parts or in the hotel room...and not to mention the families of the
people gone missing! so i finally woke up all the way and confirmed that i was never in a hotel, nor had i murdered
anyone and disposed of their remains in the commode.
but seriously, my own brain's nocturnal functions and activities
are disturbing me to the point of thinking i should commit myself. somebody tell me these are just dreams about being
stressed and that i'm not losing it.
ok, i'm off to plaster some more walls...
december 3
10 AM to 4 PM: painting trim in upstairs livingroom.
6 PM to 1:30 AM: priming, replastering, and texturing walls in
bedroom, organizing/cleaning bedroom.
spent 1 hour watching real world and the osbournes. i lurrrrrrve
the osbournes more than anything, i don't know why. i want to cry sometimes because i'll probably never be famous enough
to get to meet them in person. poo poo.
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november 30, december 1
i am in crunch time. i have to scrimp and save every penny,
find every receipt, w-2 form, and paystub for the last 3 years, and deal with re-financing this house to afford it's completion
so i can make an offer on a house in texas and start the mortgage process. i have a 5 month calendar sitting in front
of me with each day notated with a house-related project and it's designated completion time...all efforts to find a job are
on hiatus...the house must be finished by mid may at the latest, no exceptions. there is, from here
on out, no slack time, no breaks, no ebaying, except for selling things to fund this project. i am stressed beyond my
limits, cannot sleep, and when i do, i have terrible nightmares that can only be interpreted as my fear of obstacles as far
as getting this done and moving back to texas. because of all this, i may not update as frequently. the most important
thing in the world is that this house is completed within the set time-frame.
november 29
everything's back to normal, lee's home...i *miraculously* somehow
got from savannah to jacksonville, florida, about a 130 mile drive, on a little over a quarter tank of gas.
??? i only had six bucks to fill up my truck before i went to pick up lee and i had to pray the whole way there that
angels and faeries were lifting the truck and flying it, in a sense, to jacksonville. otherwise, i was going to have
to stand on the side of the road with a sign that read: will do the can-can for gas money. luckily, i made it.
wonders never cease to exist.
an attempted, although highly unsuccessfull,
effort to capture myself and the animals in holiday spirt for a thanksgiving family portrait.
november 28
thanksgiving
thank you: texas, for being a fabulous place for a girl (and boys)
to be born, raised, and spend the rest of their lives; savannah, for being the place where i *found* myself and learned *alot*
about construction, restoration, and how to live without a toilet, hot water, or an indoor bathtub; my parents, for raising
me with discipline and manners, my brother, for being a good guy to open your mouth full of food at during dinner and for
being a good partner for acting like a psychotic nerd in public with; my grandparents, for instilling good southern charm
and know-how; my friends, including but definitely not limited to: celena, for inspiring the frida kahlo in all of us; jack,
for being a warm soft place for celena to land and for being such an good friend to lee (he talks of running away with you
and building a 'boys only' fort to live in all the time); selah, for inspiring not only the disco queen in us all, but influencing
us with beauty and strength; noelle, for being, at the same time, a good beer-drinking buddy but also the snowflake glitter
tinkerbell pixie enchantment of the group, brandyn, for living wild; all the other girls, too numerous to mention, for being
true not only to themselves but to the rest of our group, each an inspiration to every single one of us in their own way;
all the wacky guys, for making everyone laugh until we practically pissed ourselves and also for being SO DAMN HANDSOME!;
the millers, or the *muellers* as lee likes to say, for being *incredible* parents, for always having a warm house full of
food and laughter, for inspiring, in each of us, something different but something that each of us took to heart and will
apply to our lives and pass on to our kids;
thank you: aunts, uncles, cousins, for being family in general
and for having something to give and pass on to every other person in the family;
thank you: tea, hot chocolate, coffee, vanilla, orange, candy,
barbie dolls, sewing machines, air conditioners and heaters, electricity, running water, hammers and nails, books, magazines,
television, sweaters, chuck taylors, socks, washing machines and dryers, soap, hair dye, asian food, mexican food, italian
food, airplanes, the ability to travel, road trips, canned corn, the ability to work and make enough money to sustain ourselves,
paint, joint compound, art and the ability to create it, goldfish, the cats, for being my *babies* and letting me swaddle
you in blankets and call you my children, the dogs, for barking at at everyone that comes within 20 feet of my house;
the roomies upstairs, for paying rent on time and being nice enough to decide that 3 in the morning is late enough to call
it quits for wrestling and break dancing in the room above my bedroom; paul and sarah and kiddo, for putting up with all the
crap that comes with managing the duplex; austin, for being the best fucking city in the world;
thank you: lee, for having faith in the beginning of our relationship
that someday i really would be able to speak, for seeing me through cancer and never once being grossed out by all that came
with it, for accepting my friends, for letting me paint all of our houses 3 times over with colors no one except me would
pick, for listening and having faith in my ideas, for trusting my real estate intuition, for loving animals
as much as i do, for allowing me to revel in my love for all things pink and covered with glitter, for quitting drinking,
for seeing me through rough times, for allowing me to be greedy sometimes, for letting me handle the money, for laughing at
my stupid jokes, for staying up late and watching silly tv shows with me, for working really hard in your underwear all day,
slaving over the computer and phone, to put food on the table and underwear on our butts...and a roof over our head, for liking
barbies, for being honest-about your feelings and critiquing my art, for doing the dirty work, for killing spiders, for re-attaching
waste pipes to toilets after they've fallen off under the house and we didn't know about it for 3 days, for cleaning the litter
box when i'm sick, for *trying* your hardest to be a tidy, organized person, for not being embarrassed to go out in public
with me when i wear big petticoats and pigtails, for buying me stuff, for enjoying festivals with me, for making bbq every
friday night for our friends, for sharing, for letting me have all the closet space, for putting up with my love of all things
old and decrepit, for finally understanding why i love old houses so much, for agreeing that an afternoon at the salvage yard
is better than an evening at a fancy restraunt...thank you lee for always being understanding, always being warm, and for
marrying me when we hardly knew each other and accepting the changes and growth that we've gone though and will contine to
undergo for the rest of our lives.
thank you to anyone that takes the time to read this journal and
accepts the sillyness, craziness, foul language, and vanity that is my life. now go eat some fucking turkey!
november 27
--way early--
apparently getting a job in savannah is hopeless. but i
woke up early this morning with a rumbling deep inside me...the muses are back. there's gonna be some serious crafting
going down in this house today...
i'm getting the urge to make something, possibly a line of something
and start a website to market it. watch out kiddos, i'm all alone in this big house, the coffees a brewin', the music's
loud, the sewing machine is warmin' up, and it's only 9 AM...
november 26
-later-
it feels like today should be thanksgiving. the number 26
just somehow seems so indicative of turkey day. hmpf. today was unbelieveably unglamourous. i ended up cleaning
out the shop vac, a job i have unfortunately neglected for the last several months. let me tell you something...i could
have stuffed a fucking mattress with all the fucking animal hair that came out of that thing. an entire third world
country family could have been housed, clothed, and possibly fed on what i dumped out of that sucker. monkey!
anyway, so that was grubby and then i decided to complete the grouting of the tile in the bathroom and finish hauling out
about 500 pounds of scrap sheetrock that was lying around the house. bleh. then i screamed at some guy for coming
into my yard, on my porch, to ask for fucking 80 cents. don't people get it? i'm not a fucking bank and i don't
fucking feel sorry for anyone. i told him no one at this house gives out fucking money, we all work for what we have
and we pay our bills with it. trust me, it's not like i have a fucking silver spoon sticking out of my fucking arse
or anything. i could understand if someone asks you on the street for some change or something, but it's out of hand
now that people are knocking on my fucking door for it. damn.
so lee saw the house in san marcos. it's apparently a dump,
but a workable dump i suppose. so i will look at the pictures when he gets back and we will decide on an offering price.
that's it folks, i'm coming back to texas. yeeeeeeeeehaaaw!
november 26
-early-
i feel like i'm holding my breath. lee gets to view the
san marcos properties within a couple hours. this would be it...if the house is cool we're going back to texas.
i'm just waiting to hear from him. by the way, if anyone's concerned, i did go to the grocery store yesterday and got
food and litter for the cats and food for the dog. i do feel guilty though, as i spent 5 bucks on a martha stewart magazine
for myself. but i needed inspiration to continue working on this house whilst lee is in texas...ok. will update
after i hear from lee.
november 25
another wasted day. i did nothing but email people multiple
times, finally got off my lazy arse and took the insurance check to the bank where i deposited all of it except 50 dollars
cash for myself as per lee's instructions. the 50 was all supposed to go to groceries, mainly cat litter, cat food,
dog food, and something to sustain me until lee comes back from texas on friday. so i went to goodwill, first, of course,
with the intention of buying a few things for my vintage booth at the antique store because everytime i go in they seem antsy
for me to get more stuff in, but i want to tell them that i'm poor and can't afford to remove and re-stock everything i have
on a weekly basis. anyway, i found an old black and white tuxedo jacket, actually they had quite a few old tuxedos and
things, but i thought the suits were $10.49 each, well when they rang me up, they rang up the tux jacket as 99 cents.
hah! but i was afraid if i asked, they would say oops it was a mistake and charge me regular price. i also got
a white tulle petticoat for 99cents and a fabulous mint green 1950s sun dress with a big poofy skirt and embroidered pink
and white roses on it for 6 bucks. i intended for all of this to go to the vintage store, but when i got home i tried
on the petticoat and the dress and they looks so marvelous that i got greedy and decided to keep them for myself. these
savannah art school kids wouldn't appreciate them anyway.
so then i made a frozen dinner and watched tv and felt guilty
for not working on the house. then lee called and talked about texas and what was going on and how he had peeked in
the windows of the house in san marcos that we're thinking about. from what he could see, he said it was *a go*.
but he won't know for sure until he sees the inside with the realtor. plus, we're broke. i have just enough money
in savings for earnest money and an inspection. now, i need to get a fucking job and save up about 6000 in the next
six months. hmph.
november 24
rocking out to rasputina, cowboy junkies, reverend horton heat,
agent orange, and the andrew sisters. bored, lee's gone, spent 4 hours driving between here and florida and back again
this morning. painting lee's office walls, no digi camera, so no pics this week folks. rawk rawk rawk! loud
music coz i'm the only one in this enourmous house. gonna bleach my hair [again] tonight, coz i'm a bleach blonde beauty
queen, going grocery shopping tomorrow, maybe buy some cotton candy pink hair color! yes! pink hair!
la la la! dancing around the house...all alone all alone and i've only had 2 pots of coffee in the last few
hours. hahahahahaha. la!
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november 23
rock! we have a toilet again and the bathtub is
back in and i was able to bathe a mere 2 hours after installing it...lee found some fabulous solovent (sp?) for connecting
pipes and all that so instead of dealing with the gloppy *plumber's goop* that wasn't really intended for the applications
we forced it upon and waiting 24 hours for it to dry and then have all the pipes come bursting apart as soon as we turn the
water back on, knock on wood, everything seems intact. yeehaw! ok, so the pics are of the bathroom, which
*no* one has seen in about 5 months. i will have to post some pics of it before and in progress, though, yeah, it's
still *in progress*, but if you saw the shit hole it was before, you'd be knocked over with amazement, i'm sure. selah
can attest. so yeah, i still have to finish putting up the bead board and the trim around the top of that and put the
sink in and all that but it's hard for even me to believe, even though i worked on it, that what i have now came from what
was here when we moved in. years ago, some fucker tore out all the original marble hexagonal tile, buried it under the
house (which i have since reclaimed and will begin cleaning it within a week), and built some shoddy *foundation* slapped
on some patchy plywood and sheet vinyl, tossed in a cheap toilet and one of those nasty nasty fiberglass shell for
a bathtub/shower unit things. ugh. blech. there was no mirror in the old medicine cabinet, there was trash
all over the fucking place, beer bottles, cans, food wrappers, old combs and toothbrushes, old bits of almost used up soap,
and stains all over the walls. it was really gross. it could have been worse, but not by much. anyway, we
tore everything out. everything. i mean, we opened the bathroom door and you could just drop down about 5 feet
to the dirt under the house. we rebuilt the foundation, put down a subfloor, tore out the old crumbling walls, cut the
ceiling out, threw out about 2000 pounds of debris, rebuilt the ceiling, hung new drywall, plastered, painted, layed cement
board, tiled, and now we are putting up the wainscoting and trim and all that. so, yeah, it doesn't look complete or
anything in the pictures, but to me, it feels like we just overcame this giant obstacle as far as finishing up the house.
and i also feel like we've done a really great job at restoring it as a true 1920s bathroom, the tile, the tub, the ultrawhite
beadboard and trim, the lighting...well, they might not have had as much lighting, but the style of the lights is pretty true
to period, and you have to update things to make them livable and functional for today's standards.
rock on...
so lee is leaving town tomorrow morning, we have to drive to florida
because the flights were cheaper out of there...i'm a little sad that he won't be here for holiday but really, it will be
nice to work on the house by myself. not that we're not a great team, because we really are, but sometimes with a restoration,
there's so much crap everywhere that we trip over each other's tools and projects and sometimes it's hard to coordinate when
we do separate projects at the same time. you only really understand when you've personally gone through this
kind of thing...
not to mention that i'll get to sleep with the lights on...something
lee rarely lets me do, even though i have an unreasonable fear of sleeping in the dark.
i think this is going to be a good week...i'm excited. tomorrow
i get to start work on the house alone, tuesday lee gets to view some houses in texas and will report back to me, the new
season of the osbournes starts tuesday night, plus real world is on before that....ummmmmm, wed. coal train goes to the vet
and hopefully they'll give him the thumbs up as far as not having to take more medication, thursday i will officially spend
my very first thanksgiving *alone* and i'm not sad....i'm going to work on the house and eat lots of candy. friday,
lee comes home. then we get to start a whole new round of projects. oooh, today i got a check in the mail from
my insurance company for $371.00! from that accident with that crazy woman...i'm a little nervous, though, because i
didn't ask for the money...i said i wasn't really concerned about the damage to my bumper but they sent the money anyway.
hmmm. i just wonder if something evil is going to happen if I deposit it. but i can't just let a fat check like
that just sit around when i could just put it in savings. well, we'll just keep our fingers crossed that everything
goes smoothly and as planned this week and that lee stays safe. ok. goodnight.
november 22
...later...
i saw this thing on the food channel tonight about mexican coffee...you
go to these little cafes and they bring you a big glass of strong hot coffee. when you are ready, you tap your glass
with the side of your spoon and some handsome fellow comes rushing up to your table with a big silver kettle of steaming hot
milk and he poors it into your glass all the way up to the top. the whole cafe is full of bustling handsome waiters
and tinkly clinking sounds.
...must open mexican coffee cafe, someday, or at least have mexican
coffee party...
i also saw this thing on the travel channel a while back, about
china. there is some remote tiny little village in the hills where, at night, the women sing to their lovers before
they go to bed. and while you are going to sleep, all you can hear are these many incredibly haunting chinese singing
voices echoing for miles. the women also wear these huge head-dresses (sp?) made from their ancestors hair. creepy
but wonderful, no?
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november 22
no fucking way!!! tripod finally fixed some wacked out fucked
up errors and now i can edit my page once again...how long will it last, though?
also, no fucking way! it can't be friday already...gawd
the days and weeks just whiiiiiizzzzzzz by now...we *finally* finally finally tiled our bathroom. hehe guess what?
i don't have a fucking toilet right now. haven't had one in about 24 hours. we took it and the bathtub out, obviously,
so we could tile...so it's called, um, camping style right now. don't ask, it's not pretty. but i don't really
fucking care, if you do, you're a ninny. ha. i'll post pics of the tile a little later. i am putting up
some bead board wainscoting and trim around where the tub and the toilet will be, then we'll reinstall the stuff tonight.
alright, still no fucking call from walmart. they suck.
november 19
do you ever feel like a pair of shoes could change your life?
 i do. how about these?
 yes, corset lacing on the back of boots is gooooood...but above all,
 these suckers rock my world.but i also really really really want the pair of boots at
the top of this post. i have a couple knee length a-line pleather skirts that i want to wear, but i don't think i have
the proper foot attire...and those fabulous lace-up english riding boots would just about fit the bill. hmpf.
but i am poor and must purchase presents for xmas and not spend on myself. but if you want to sponsor a poor child stranded
in the ghetto of savannah, you can purchase these boots in a size 11 from newport news.
still no call from walmart. and no inclination to do anything
at all today except hunch over my laptop and daydream about life in texas.
i want some new tattoos. i need some ideas. i have
a spot about 8 inches by 4 inches on my right arm, right in the middle, so i'm thinking something mermaidish-fishy-esque that
will wiggle when i bend my arm. ok, send your ideas: kaitepink@yahoo.com
November 18
sometimes i just
feel like everything is wrong. walmart did not call me today. i went to the maul with the intent of filling out applicationsto my dismay all of the places i went to:
1. played *bad* club music at incredibly loud levels. and 2. appeared quite disenchanted by my appearance. i went to barnes
and noble and flipped through some design magazines and wanted to go look at design books
but had the overwhelming urge to just get the fuck out of the maul. now b and
n seems like it would be a great place to work, and i would be all about filling out an application, except that i believe
the position would require bending, lifting, squatting, and so on, things that i cant really do on a regular basis because
of my back problems. well, maybe walmart will call tomorrow. I cant see any reason why they wouldnt hire me.
Below are some new lights
in the house. The first is the hall light, the repro schoolhouse light I talked
about in an earlier post. I never got around to scraping and repainting the ceiling
before lee put it upso poo.
The other lights are
in the bathroom, downstairs. Yes, the trim is
missing from the window in the background; we put the trim back up around one of the doors yesterday and it proved to be an
irritating job, so, bleh, no window trim yet. And yes, the blue paint does not
go all the way to the ceiling, Im putting in a small crown moulding so I figured Id save myself the irritation of blue on
the freshly painted white ceiling and keep my distance.
If anyone is interested,
all light fixtures are from lowes, with the exception of the little sconce, that came from target, for a mere 20 bucks and
it rocks.
My dining room looked
kind of happy today with the light coming in and all so I figured Id post a pic of it regardless of the fact that the plaster
is peeling off the ceiling, the walls are still painted a frighteningly odd shade of turquoise, there are boxes everywhere,
the trim has yet to be painted white, and the mantle has, sadly, become a refuge for many an odd object without meaning to.
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Finally, the long awaited
pics of the quilt. All thats left is to sew on the backing and *quilt* it. I think I should have made it one square length longermy measurements were off somewhere
in the planning process and I just dont feel like hunting down enough scraps to make seven more squares. Oh well, next time Ill plan for more, this one was an experiment, and I was actually going to try to sell
it on ebay, but lee begged me to keep it, and, as he put it, it would be our one good souvenir from our irritatingly lengthy
stay in the ghetto of savannah. Ahhhha love quilt.
For
some reason, Ive been sucked back into my whole aromatherapy thing, after basically giving it up after several years. All of the sudden, I think I want to start my little idea of a shop and sell bath gel, shampoo, conditioner, body lotion, soap, and massage oils, custom scented of course,
herbal soaps, natural body care, but with less of a hippie feel, more of a Victorian/deco/vintage thing to it.
november 16
what a fucking waste of a day. it started raining as soon
as i got up this morning around 9. which was too early seeing as how lee and i had been up all night plastering the
bathroom walls until about 3. anyway, the plan was for lee and me to go to target on hilton head to shop for xmas gifts
because we found a target gift card someone gave us last year with a hefty amount of money on it. *ironic, although
a pleasant surprise* so lee slept until 1 and when he did get up, he immediately decided he was going surfing.
so i decided that i would go out to the *maul* and look for a job at some little ninny *maul* store because usually they're
pretty lax about stuff like appearances and stuff.
well, i ended up putzing around on the computer for 2 hours and
then decided to paint the bathroom ceiling and walls. it looks super fab, but we still need to put up the wainscoting
and trim and tile the floors. but every time i go in there it's hard to believe what that bathroom used to look like.
i guess i'll have to post some before and during pictures.
lee finally came home and we decided to go spend our gift card
at target. the drive out to hilton head (that's where the closest target is) is about 45 minutes but we go lost so it
was more like a little over an hour. but we finally got there and knocked out 4 xmas gifts and got some food for ourselves.
so i actually got off my ass and wrapped the presents, too.
rock!
and the more i think about walmart, the more, well, i can't tell
if i feel like they thought i was retarded or if i just really don't want to work there all of the sudden. i mean, i
thought, yeah, i'll be one of the only white folk there, but that's not a big deal, but then when i got exposed to the whole
place, not just the people, but the way it's run, the buzzing, flickering flourescent lights, the constant ringing telephones,
the unnerving sterilty of the urethaned linoleum floor, the yellowing dropped acoustic tiled ceiling, the pointlessness
of over-enlarged poster prints of swooshing waterfalls and rain-slicked flowers meant to bring about an air of tranquility
amongst the impatient, flustered, and slightly disgruntled employees muttering to themselves...the more i sat in that uncomfortable
hard plastic chair in front of 2 people, that, given any situation other than interviewing for a menial anonymous low-waged
jobwould never even make eye contact with me, the more i wanted to jump the fuck up and run as fast as my little mary-janed
feet could take me away.
i hate corporate shit. i don't want to wash my hair for
anybody. i don't want to bite my tongue and fake smile at people that are unhappy and screaming at me about a product
that i didn't produce. i don't want to fucking talk to anybody. i don't want to go outside. sometimes, even
when i'm shopping, i just want to close my eyes and get the fuck out of public. i don't want to look people in the eyes.
i don't want to lie about shit that i honestly can't stand behind. i want to sell houses and make quilts. i want
to sit in my workroom at home and sew until my fingers bleed. i want to make products that make people happy.
i want to put my product out there and let people decide for themselves if that's what they want.
i can't fucking bullshit anymore. the ability is just fucking
gone. and if anybody gives me fucking attitude because they think they're shit smells better than mine, i'll tell their
sorry sodding ass off and maybe they'll think twice about belittling someone.
so there.
so i think i'll try and make it out the the maul tomorrow and
put in some applications because my life obviously doesn't have enough petty frustrations currently. heh.
november 15
yay! it's friday!
the interview at walmart was petty and stupid and they said if all of my references checked out alright that
i would hear from them. but i get the feeling they thought i was a little weird in a dopey kind of way. they asked
me how much i would like to get paid...i wanted to say about 14 or 15 dollars and hour, but instead i lied and said 6 or 7.
then they said, ok, the jewelry department pays 6.25 an hour.
thenwhythefuckdidyoujustaskmehowmuchiwantedtobepaid,youfucktards?!!!!
shit. it's crap like that that makes a girl want to jump up and deck somebody.
well, i think i will go apply out at the target on hilton head. target's a little cooler. and yes,
celena repeated a little quote to me about *when did people as a society begin devalue-ing certain jobs, if you do well and
get paid, then so what* (that's obviously not the exact quote but it's early and what not and all of the sudden my office
smells like a big dirty litter box) anyway, i believe this statement, if you do well and get paid then it's all cool.
but when the people that hire you and are your *superiors* (that's a word i really fuckin' hate...i don't want *anybody* to
be my superior...ain't nobody gonna breathe down my fuckin' neck for the rest of my life that's for damn sure! ha!)
well, instead of bantering on with this ninny schlock, let me get to the point of what i'm really concerned about. the
white people that work at walmart, say *jury* instead of jewelry just like the black people. am i mistaken as to the
pronunciation of that word? because last i heard, it was JEW-EL-RY. now i'm pretty fucking positive that i will
now be the recipient of some hate mail for sounding racist, and i'll tell you what, i really don't fucking care and this is
why.
i am not racist. i *hate* most people equally. most people i just can't stand to be around period.
but i have some exceptions...if you are polite, fairly well-mannered, speak as clearly and concisely as possible, and try
your hardest to have a grasp on the english language and correct grammar (people with something other than english as their
first language are exempt from this), and you behave in any manner other than acting like a wild pig raised by wolves, then
we're ok.
look, the fucking word is jewelry. not jury. and no southern accent is thick enough to lead me to
believe that one could be transformed into the other. there is no exception. if you are born into an english-speaking
family, there is no reason why you should say anything but jewelry.
yes, i'm being harsh. and i apologize if someone *feels* offended by this, but improper grammar and improper
english alike, just floor me. this country offers 13 years of *free* education to every single child out there.
every single person in the US had the chance to learn to
read, write, calculate mathematical equations, and above all, to speak without slang, double negatives, and the correct phonetic
pronunciation of each and every letter in the alphabet.
then
again, the country's education system may be to blame, in part, as i have witnessed, first hand, the passing of blatantly
failing students just to get them the hell out of someone's classroom. but then i believe the parents are at fault.
all my life i have been given freedoms by my parents....freedom to look the way i want, to hang out with whomever i choose,
freedom to do the things i want to do...but i was also raised with the understanding that i could do any of those things as
long as i maintained a certain standard of manners. it seems, from my experience as a teacher in the american public
school system to children, pre-k through 12th grade, that there is little discipline, a great disregard for others, and
a lack of encouraging children to succeed educationally. and i'm referring to all children, black, white, hispanic,
etc. not every kid, but a large majority. children don't care because their parents do not teach them to.
children won't learn if their parents don't encourage them to do so. above all, i think so many parents now are letting
their kids *stagnate* mentally and socially and lead them to believe that there is nothing more out there than the educationally
impoverished household that they were born into.
on
a lighter note, today's friday, my quilt's almost complete, i have all the time in the world to make magnets, sew, drink countless
cups of hot tea, and not wash my hair. the bathroom is complete as far as drywall; all that's left is texturing and
priming (which i have cleverly combined into one tidy step), and painting...i picked out the paint last night, it's called
*boudoir blue* and it's a fabulously perfect sunny texas day sky blue, not too dark, not too light, just perfect for a 1920s
deco bathroom. aside from that, we just have tiling and installing wainscoting and trim left. rock!
oh and we bought these light fixtures at lowes and they are exact replicas of turn of the century *school house* lights...i
have been trying trying trying to get some authentic vintage ones off of ebay for about 3 years now, and it's just not cost
effective, what with having to rewire them and myself being as poor as i am right now. so, rock! i will post a
picture of one of them later. maybe i can get one put up today...but that will require some scraping, replastering,
and painting of the ceiling in the hallway. hmmm. but that might get me started on some work that desperately
needs to be done anyway, so...onward and upward....
november 14
isn't this a lovely house?
 when i grow up, i want to have a house that looks alot like this one.
i have a job interview at walmart in an hour. why do they
always want so many references? you know, i'm not in school, i don't have teachers or counselors, i already used my
2 references from starbucks, and the job before that as a substitute, i had no direct contact with anyone above me other than
casual introduction to some teachers. it's weird when you're an adult. or half-adult. i can't really use
my friends as references. hmph. i'm going to bathe.
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november
10
everything today is bad bad bad. wrong wrong wrong wrong
wrong. i am out of money. period. i have a little over a thousand in savings, but i have no access to it.
i mailed off some bills yesterday and i now fear they will reach their destination a day too soon and the checks will be hot
until wednesday. dammit. *and* coal-train has to go back to the vet tomorrow. and that will probably be
another 100 dollars. *and* lee needs a plane ticket back to texas for thanksgiving...i have decided to stay here and
take care of the pets, especially coal-train, and send lee alone on a plane instead of the both of us driving. so that's
ok with me, but he needs a plane ticket now and we don't have any money. perhaps he can put it on a credit card, but
shit, we're just about maxxed out. shit. i'm freaking out. and the pressure is definitely on as far as getting
this ghetto house together. we picked june as our move out month, early june, and that seems like a ways off, but then
i look at the length of time in terms of weekends, and it's NOT a long time to complete the things we need. especially
if i am going to start working again.
the only good things that have happened so far today: 1.
i made a punk-ass skirt out of an old pair of cut off cargo pants. *rock*. 2. began mosaic-ing the
inside of our old medicine cabinet with broken mirror pieces; although i was un-pleasantly surprised to find that an 11x14
mirror was nowhere big enough to make enough pieces. 3. found my old portishead cd, have been missing it since
i quit working at anthony nak in austin....looooong time ago. also found an old morrisey cd that lee and i found at
the salvage yard of all places here in savannah, and have been missing it since we moved from the house on 34th street.
listening to it brought back these great waves of the freshness and renewal and the courage and drive i had about 1 year ago
when living here was new and working on the house was an adventure and a learning process. when moving into this house
on 37th street was a massive undertaking and a risk and threat to all the lee and i were. i suppose it still is.
hmph.
please please please let my money situation be alright, let coal-train
be healthy, and let this lovely wreck of a house get finished on time.
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november 9
have learned a few things today: 1. am a nerd.
2. feel like throwing hangers at people when i am not the center of attention. 3. might have suddenly turned
into an *adult* against my own free will. and 4. must concentrate harder on making the world revolve around me.
so the roomies threw a big party. and the kiddos there could
have cared less about myself and lee. was it because we were sober? was it because we had about 18 years combined
age difference? or was it due to the fact that we do not have parents capable of throwing SUV's, art college educations,
rent money, and school supply reimbursements at us year after year while we toil away at painting brooding portraits of ourselves
and others and dress as if we were punks choosing to live under a bridge rawther than in the 4 bedroom , 2000 square foot
victorian apartment we actually do reside in?
we stood on the front porch at 1 in the morning, kissing, as kids
threw beer bottles and cigarette butts down from the balcony above and wondered: are we the folks that all the kids at the
party wrinkle their noses at and say *ewwwwwwww, your parents are makin' out on the porch downstairs!*
have we spontaneously lost our status as full-time funsters?
are we now merely groovy as opposed to rockin'? do the college students look at us and say, *they are soooooooo 1990.*
? perhaps tomorrow is the day we will begin trimming nose and ear hair, drinking metamucil before bed, and eating more
prunes.
i have a little gooey blob deep inside my ribcage that firmly
maintains the belief, however, that lee and i still throw the best *homestyle* friday night bbqs and saturday shindigs in
all of texas...and aint no fancy schmancy art school brat gonna argue that...or make mock of my petticoat wearin' self, either!
ha.
november 8
7:52 pm
so after painting in the dark for almost 2 hours, i have successfully
painted the marjority of the porch floorboads, some of the ceiling, and all the cement/brick column underneath the other column.
if you have seen the house you would know what i am talking about. i will take a picture tomorrow during the day and
post it. it's funny, because any time i do anything to the outside of the house, it's right as the roomies are leaving
to go somewhere and when they come back, i'm usually finishing up and they laugh, "it's always like coming home to a new house".
ha.
coal-train seems to be feeling better, is definitely eating more,
hanging out with the other cats, hanging out other places than the bed in the guest bedroom, and playing. touch wood.
now, i'm off to attempt to, oh gawd i really hope i can, finish
cleaning the dining room. keep in mind that for 2 months this was the only room in the house that was not under construction.
of course, now i am trying to renovate it wall by wall. uggggggggggh.
november 8
upstairs roomies have just informed me of impending party tomorrow
night. with keg. flyers being handed out. know many many many art school kids will show up and must impress
them with house. will leave upstairs up to roomies. my living room and dining room must be immaculate, though.
i-m-m-a-c-u-l-a-t-e. shit. front porch is a disaster and must do something with it before nightfall, which happens
to be in about 1 hour. freaking out.
november 6
hung drywall. had really awful cramps. layed in bed
and tried to sleep but had wierd, pain medication induced half awake dreams about renovating the duplex in austin. broke.
no money, not much food in the house except beans, canned tomatoes, and pasta. and butter. last night i ate butter
with cinnamon and sugar. tonight i'm having peppermint and green tea. bathroom is coming along. regaining
some hope. wish i had a new house/decorating magazine to look at. have to plan road trip to texas for thanksgiving.
anyone know of good cafe type places to stop at between savannah and texas?
november 5
10:55 pm
no call from realtor. no return phone calls from prospective
employers. gunshots behind house at 2:45 pm. didn't leave the house at all today. didn't even work on magnets.
head ached, back hurt, worried about coal-train, worried about the other cats, missed *real world*. couldn't even bring
myself to watch trading spaces. crawled back into bed around 3 and only half slept because the light was glaring down
on me and my head hurt too much to get up and turn it off. feel absolutely hopeless. feelings of depression and
despair have been plaguing me for about 2 or 3 weeks now for no reason. bleak and dreary and cold outside, no friends,
no familiar faces ever pass my house except the same crack whores and drug dealers, day in, day out. kids walk by the
house and throw their junk food wrappers in my yard, everyday i pick it up and throw it away and the next day they come back
and toss more down. the same thugs hang out on the corner, the same cars roar by with ear-drum burstingly loud bass
thumping, the same cops drive by and never do anything. nothing changes here. ever. i thought i could change
this neighborhood. but it's still the sleazy slum it was 6 months ago. travis bickle says in taxi driver: "
The days can go on with regularity over and over, one day indistinguishable from the next. A long continuous chain.....Listen
you f--kers, you screwheads. Here's a man who would not take it anymore. Who would not let...Listen you f--kers, you screwheads.
Here's a man who would not take it anymore. A man who stood up against the scum, the c--ts, the dogs, the filth, the s--t,
here is someone who stood up."
Someday a real rain will come and wash all this scum
off the streets.
november 5
 this is the house in texas that we are looking at.
we are waiting on the realtor to call us and give us all the info. and if anyone up and snags this house before i can
find out anything, i will cry and be sad and pout and say poo poo and stamp my foot and then aint nobody gonna have a
good day, i'll make sure of it! haha.
november 4
nothing exciting here except that i found a house in san marcos
that looks to have possibilities. coal-train is ill and i finally took him to the vet, prepared for the worst.
he had to stay all day in the hospital and get iv fluids. when i went to pick him up they said he has a liver condition
and we have to give him clavamox for a week, take him back and have his enzymes checked out again and then if he isn't getting
better he will be on medication for the rest of his life...which is fine with me because i'd rather pay to keep him well than
feel guilty for the rest of my life knowing i'd let him suffer. so the medicine already seems to be working (touch wood)...he
seems to be back on his *feed* somewhat; lee made steak last night and he ate a good portion of it. the vet said for
this week it was ok to feed him whatever he wanted just as long as he would eat. and he insisted on sleeping under the
covers with me all night, something he hasn't done for several weeks now...and this morning he's eating sliced chicken in
gravy mashies so it seems like maybe he's definitely feeling better.
some guy road raged at me on the way home from the vet and i was
scared he was going to shoot me. he cut me off at a stop light...he pulled in front of me as soon as the lights turned
green and the cars started going so i layed on the horn. he was too close, had there been more room i would have let
it go, but i was mad because i felt like he could have caused a wreck. then he started this bullshit of trapping me
behind him and another car going slow...now i don't like petty crap like this...i would have been happy to turn and just get
away from the situation, i don't like to get all upset. but i finally had a chance to get around him and i honked when
i passed him, like, hey you did something wrong and i'm just letting you know. so of course i get trapped at the next
stoplight with him and no one else and he pulls up along side me and starts *screaming* at the top of his lungs, and i was
like, i'm not even going to look at him, namely because i felt like the second i turned my head, he'd shoot me in the face.
but he was screaming at me, you fucking bitch, i'm pull you outta that truck and fuck you up! i'll fucking kill you!
i'll mutherfuckin kill yo white ass, bitch i'll pull out a mutherfuckin gun and shoot yo bitch ass, don't ever fuckin honk
at me again, i'll fuck yo little bitch ass up. so at this point i decide it would be in my best interest to just run
the stupid light. and of course he follows suit. so i just want to turn and go home and get away but he's following
me everywhere screaming at me and of course there are no cops to be seen and now i'm afraid to go home because what if he
follows me and comes back to my house and kills me? so i just set my car alarm off and continue driving and blaring
it and he's still screaming at me and no one seems to care and somehow the drive home seems to be taking an hour when it should
only take 5 minutes. finally when i got to 37th street and turned left he passed me. jeez. i really really
thought he was going to pull out a gun and shoot me. which is a valid fear seeing as how there have been 28 homicides
in savannah in the last month. that's about a person per day. and i live in one of the worst neighborhoods of
all.
so now of course i am even more determined to not leave the house
and luckily i bought more magnets at walmart the other day, so i suppose i can entertain myself for at least a day or two.
november 2
well we put up a goodly amount of drywall in the bathroom.
finally. one wall left and less than half the ceiling. it's been cold here, and money is tight all of the sudden.
not that the 2 are related. you know, if i had some money, i would buy something special and say, "the next person to
sign my guestbook wins"...because no one but the 2 people that know me in person have signed. and i am aware of who
visits and where they come from through my site meter. so there. sign the guest book already. jeeeeeez.
ok. nothing exciting other than completing alot of drywalling and a *paper* letter from celena....thank you celena!
you know, i feel like getting letters, paper, not email, though email is nice..i feel that getting letters is equal to receiving
presents. i love letters and i think i'll start writing alot more. today's entry is going nowhere. i'm going
to bed now.
ok, so apparently in japan, the lolita/kinderwhore
thing is really big. check out this website...i'm drooling over the dresses and the descriptions are really cute...like:
This one-piece with the blouse will make the upper half
of your body look slim. You can enjoy the different atmospeher of yourself . They offer this tidbit of advice, as well:
If you put on accessories colored pink which make your really sweet in the dress.
Ok, metamorphose rocks. check
them out:
october 31
9:58 pm
there are so many rats outside we had to go out in the back
yard with a pellet gun and *defend* the house. they are huge, like armadillos, and they are running up and down the
palm trees, across the the tops of the fences, jumping off the window ledges, and skittering across the telephone wires.
i fear they will get in.
october 31
8:28 pm
there are rats in the walls. the roomies can hear them upstairs,
too. i saw them scrambling all over the neighbor's garage the other night. they scurry across the power lines
to get from house to house. they are on the roof, they are in the walls, they are under the house, they are in
the trees.
october 31
last year on halloween it was freezing. we had a party,
or attempted to, and it was so cold *inside* the house that you could see your breath.
literally, last winter, some nights i would go to bed thinking
we would all surely die from the cold. and every morning lee and i would lay there and count to three to run down stairs
and light the furnace and turn on the oven in some lame attempt to heat the house. it rarely worked. we finally
bought 2 little space heaters that we ended up carrying from room to room...my favorite was bath time...i used to plug in
the heater right next to the claw foot tub (safety first, right?) and just soak in the hot water until it was only
tepid...i knew that was as warm as i'd be for the next 24 hours.
so today is kind of cold for the first time this fall. it
was only 74 in the house but lee insisted on turning the heater on anyway...i said it was a waste. last year the house
would drop 10 degrees lower than the outside temperature sometimes...sometimes it was so cold you couldn't even see the mercury
in the thermometer on the livingroom wall. we would bring the chickens in every night at dusk and they would sit in
a little box on the mantle right above the furnace. in the morning, they would fly out of the box and land on our bed
and wait for us to take them back outside. i remember feeling icy wind whip up through the floor boards in the downstairs
of the house...i've never been so cold in my life.
thankfully, we have central heat now.
that's my little goldfish in the picture...little tancred.
he lives in a giant glass apothecary jar, courtesy of celena. he has multiple water plants in his home and soon i will
plant a water lily in there, too. he has 3 tiny snails that keep him company and he is quite content staring at his
gravel and eats only modest amounts of flake food. he has yet to complain about the cats drinking his water.
october 29
what is it with you people? sign the guestbook already.
got the copy of the police report today. ha. says, in part, "driver
#1 (the other lady, not me) is at fault, the damages on vehicle #1 were rusted...this did not
occur on this date, the damages appeared to be from prior accidents. only fresh damage on vehicle #1 is on
the lower right side of bumper that is slightly damaged." damage to both vehicles is listed as "slight". ha.
so crazy lady has been calling my house all day and finally told lee that i "better tell the truth to the insurance company
when i give my statement." what a piece of shit. she also said she would take me to court if my insurance co.
didn't pay for the damage to her vehicle. she also said she was tired and poor and had 6 children, all screaming and
crying. on sunday, she had only one grown daughter. what the fuck?
october 28
suck. my head hurts like there is something impaled in it.
the lady i backed into yesterday has already attempted filing a claim against me...she told my insurance that the incident
has caused her back problems and she's already been to a fucking chiropracter. she's also claiming that the accident
has given her TMJ...something to do with your jaw locking up. yeah fucking right. so we called our insurance co.
and they said, no worries (touch wood), she sounds like a total fucking nut case. so we relayed the story about the
20 black cab drivers and they were like, she's insane! lee said not to worry, she's not going to get anything and the
insurance companies will probably drop it.
listen lady, you're fucking nuts and i hope you end up in a cold
dark concrete room where you're forced to sustain yourself only by licking spots off the wall. you'll get what you fucking
deserve, and that just might be getting hit by a truck.
so i carved a pumpkin and set it in the entry way and lit it with
an actual light, not a candle, so it glows quite brightly. lee has been working extra hard, and i've helped a little,
to get the sheetrock up on the walls in the bathroom...it's marvelous...no more open lathe and broken plaster where scaries
could possibly jump out on to me whilst sitting on the commode, a most horrendous thing to even think about. yikes.
i missed texas so much today i cried.
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october 27
today was maybe the weirdest yet. i accidentally backed
up into this lady's car in the parking lot of kmart, and i was honestly shocked and sorry...i got out of my car and was like
i'm so so so sorry are you ok, and she got out and was like yeah but my front bumper's bent. my back bumper was ok.
so we parked the cars and i offered her my info and she insisted on calling the police...this was *really* minor, but she
insisted and i wasn't one to argue. so she goes into the store to call and for a split second i think, i should run.
i mean it's not really a big deal, my cars ok and she's acting kind of weird. but then i just thought no nononononono
no that's wrong and it's not a big deal and if something *is* wrong, my insurance will pay for it. so she comes back
and has the audacity to ask me if i've been drinking and i was like, no i don't drink at all, thank you, and she
was like, well i didn't mean it that way, and i was thinking uh how did you mean it. she said she just didn't want me
to get in trouble when the cops showed up. i said don't worry about it i don't have any reason to get in trouble...
so she ends up telling me that she has really really bad luck
and a while back she was kidnapped by 20 black cab drivers and held hostage in a house tied to a chair for something like
4 days and forced to watch videos of dogs having sex with each other. then she said she managed to escape and when she
called the CIA, they didn't believe her and refused to investigate. then she babbled on about something to the tune
of how these same 20 cab drivers held some kid at gun point and she called the *cia* again and said they still refused to
investigate even though it was happening right then and there.
so at this point, her story sounds sketchy in a really demented
schizophrenic way, so i kind of edge out of the conversation and just wad myself up in the back of my truck. she continues
to complain about how stupid everyone in georgia is except for me, which i'll give her credit for and i told her it's because
i'm from texas. so she's only been here 2 weeks to help her daughter move and her daughter just had a baby and the daddy
just went overseas with the military. the more i think about it, the less *true* it all seems. i mean, who drives
all the way from california to help their kid move? and the kid couldn't have moved from far because if the husband
is in the military, yes, they would have moved here for whatever base it is that's here, but they certainly wouldn't have
moved all the way from cali because there are closer bases. so that's somewhate questionable. then she complains
about how she was gonna sell the car really soon and now she can't because i fucked it up. then about 10 minutes later
she says the car's not even hers, she still owes some guy in cali 500 bucks for it and plans on driving it back sometime in
december. and i'm thinking, are you gonna sell it or drive it back? her story was not really staying on track.
so finally this cop shows up and immediately tells us that it's
HER fault, not mine. ha. but i even said to the police officer, look, i'll say flat out honest, i backed up into
her. and the cop was like, look, y'all moved your cars since the accident so by law, since suzy schizo was in the rear,
she's at fault. so suzy schiz starts freaking out and saying well she was right there where that car is and i was right
here. and the cop says, then you were to close and now you're admitting you're at fault. double hahah. then
she's all like, oh i'm just so tired and i'm just a waitress and i only make 2 bucks an hour plus tips and now this.
and i said to her, look. honestly, i'm sorry and i apologize. i'm sorry about the car and i'm sorry for the inconvenience.
it's my fault, i didn't look, i gave you all my info i don't know what else you want from me.
so the cop ends up pointing out that the bent metal on her bumper
has rust all over it. blamo. the bent shit is from an old accident, not from me. so suzy schizo freaks out
even more. saying it's not bla bla bla. so after suzy goes away into kmart, the cop tells me i'm totally not to
blame, other than not looking in my rear view mirror, but points out damage to the other side of the the other lady's car...she
says look at the rust...it's only on the part of the metal that's bent...she said this lady may have seen me backing up and
decided to drive forward into me thinking she could make it look totally like my fault and get money to fix what was already
damaged on her car.
so the more i thought about it, the more i felt like the cop may
have been right. in fact, i was partially in a parking space when i decided i wouldn't fit because the car in the next
spot had all it's doors open, so i decided to back up, not looking, as i had *just* pulled in. and i hit her like as
soon as i put the truck in reverse and hit the gas. i couldn't have gone more than 2 feet before i hit her and if that's
the case, she was definately too close.
so i went home instead of going to kmart because i felt bad and
weird at the same time and i had waited forever for the cop to show up and listen to the schizo show. but how weird
for the cop to just immediately say that it was not my fault at all. at least as far as the police report was concerned...anything
else will have to be the decision of the insurance. so i got home and told lee, expecting him to roll his eyes and tell
me i was a bad driver or something, but he didn't. he just said, hmm...well, it's totally ok and i'm not mad and we'll
just call the insurance tomorrow and tell them what happened and that we'll send them a copy of the police report.
rock on.
so other than that, when i got home, lee had fixed the frame of
the bathroom door that had been demolished and in a state of seemingly disrepair for months now, i ate a veggie riblet for
dinner and was happy because i had forgotten that we had them, i cleaned up a good portion of the debris from the bathroom
demolition/rehabilitation, and called my parents and had a normal conversation with them. apparently my mom drives a
land rover now and enjoys off-roading in her spare time and my dad is excited about our plans to go to an indian restraunt
near their house when i come to visit for thanksgiving.
it's weird. i keep saying that we're moving some stuff back
to texas when we come to visit and everytime, my parents are like, you are? so you're really coming back?
duh.
strange, 'cause when we left texas, no one believed we'd really
do it. now we're planning on coming back and everyone acts suprised every time i mention it.
| greetings from coal-train |
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| magnets a la kaite |
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| the new inspiration for my house |
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| sadly it will have to wait for texas |
october 26
doesn't coal-train look handsome? he's been rather picky
lately...eating only canned tomatoes and candy. and sometimes the dogs' food. and cat treats but definitely not
the cats' regular crunchy food. hmmmmmm. i'm on strike with the outside world this week and so for the last 2
days i locked myself in my office and made like 5000 little glass magnets (pictured above). aren't they yummy?!
i might try to sell them on ebay. i got the inspiration from a site called *not martha*. i will try to post a
link to it in a little bit, as that seems only fair. so in my state of lockdown i've taken to cutting things out of
magazines to file away for reference and i came across the picture of the aqua and fuchsia livingroom (above). i must
paint trim in that succulent burning pink color!!! i simply must! so last night lee wanted to go bowling so i
allowed myself to go as he promised that we could go to lowes afterwards and pick out a light fixture or maybe two.
joy! light fixtures! so of course after picking out the light...one i have been drooling over for many a month
now...i headed strait for the paint chips in an unsuccessful (sp?) attempt to match that pink color. not even close!
the last little picture up there shows the closest pink paint chip i could find and it's way purple and not *hot* enough.
the other paint chip is for a *porcelain crackle* paint finish. how fucking fabulous is that? it's out of hand.
i've seen it done in person before and the results are truly amazing. you can really make anything look like old porcelain
with the *hazing* that happens to the glaze after many many years. while i was looking at the paint chips, the
lady that works in the paint dept. came over and said, *i know i tell you this every time you come here, but you dress
so cute.* funny, because the lady at the snack bar at the bowling alley said the same thing, but she wanted to know
why. why what? why you got all them skirts on under your dress? why not...who doesn't like petticoats?
she looked at me and laughed...you's just got yo own style then, right? right. i'm trying to look like a dolly.
like a little toy. then she laughed and looked at lee and said that was cool.
rock!
so back to the paint...then i found 3 buckets
of fabulous pink paints on the oops counter...you know, the paints people have mixed and then decide it's not right...ok so
there were these 3 fabulous obnoxious gallons of pink paint and all together it would have cost 6 bucks! and alas, i
could think of nothing i could use them for, seeing as how everything is painted already or we have already purchased the
paint for the unpainted rooms.
which brings me to a related subject...
the issue of paint color choice here in savannah. i discussed
that realtor that came over here and told me we should be painting everything either yellow or beige, right? yes, scroll
down to october 18. anyway, i could never paint my rooms these wild colors here in savannah because everyone here practically
keels over at the mere thought of anything darker than just a tint pretty much. so i showed lee that living room picture
above, and he thought it was *great* and sadly agreed that we could only attempt something like that once we were back in
texas. so now i am even more obsessed with moving back. and my state of lockdown is nae helping. i will
just continue to clip bits from magazines and drive myself further into homesick madness.
i am becoming obsessed with white on white interiors. and
anyone that knows me personally can attest that this is not normal. but you can sort of see my attempt at whiteness
in the picture of coal-train; yes, the walls are a blue-ish color called *woodlawn valley haze* by valspar american traditions,
which i feel i must plug because the paint goes on really really well and has good coverage...meaning it only takes like one
coat and then some touch up...as opposed to 2 or 3 coats some paints require. anyway, the floor in there is white, the
ceiling is white, i painted the trim a wonderful cream color that i had custom mixed just for me in an oil based high gloss
enamel called something like glazed pear...you can see it on the trim right above the floor in the pic, anyway, so i did that
to break up the ultra white of the floor and ceiling and it looks so perfect. so we have this little old metal bed and
i painted that a matching creamy color and i think the rest of the furniture in the room i will either stain, or re-stain,
in a mahogany (sp?) color and any other painted furniture i may attempt to faux *ebonize*. anyway, no one knows what
i'm talking about anymore, so i will bring this to a close and go work on painting the entry way, stripping and refinishing
and re-wiring an old 1920s light fixture that i bought from a bum who dug it out from under a house here on 37th street, and
then i'm going to try my hand at *punching* tin on old soup cans to make luminarias. gawd, i just don't think i can
spell anything today. anyway, i filled about 20 cans in varying sizes with water and froze them so they'd been hard
enough to hammer nails into repeatedly so they wouldn't get crushed, then i'll let them melt and paint the outsides white.
then for halloween and xmas i'll put some sand and a candle in each one and line the walk up to our house.
one more thing, so i've been quilting, and really enjoying it
and making good progress, i think, but alas i don't have a decent picture of my results yets, so i will put a link up to this
chick's website, as her quilts are the inspiration for what i'm doing.
not your grandmother's quilt...
october 25
ok well FINALLY...my editing abilities via tripod site
builder have been down for the last *4* fucking days! Jeez...i've been *arting* alot and have nae been able to tell
anyone about it. well, of course, now that everything's back in working order (touch wood), i am going to watch lee
bowl and then we are going to either lowes, to buy a light fixture for the bathroom, or to barnes and noble to buy a book
for me. egads...buying a book is so uber tempting...i salivate for interior design books. shheeeeeeshhhh....i
have all these pics i need to put up and i've been having ALL kinds of decorating ideas. note to self to post all kinds
of new bits. ok. that's all for now.
october 21
oh golly, i'm homesick as ever, and i keep getting emails from
everyone saying halloween just isn't the same with us gone, and it's true, coz it's not the same without austin folk, either.
sometimes i would give anything....anything, to come back home. it's not *so* bad here, but i just remember the way
things *were*. you know, i got so sick of our little duplex in austin, i was tired of the kitchen, tired of the one
little bathroom, tired of the vast expanse of concrete that was the driveway, tired of teaching, tired of downtown *growing*.
and i thought, oooh, if we move, i can start over with another house, i'll have a new kitchen, a new bathroom, hopefully 2
or more, new this, new that, and so instead of sticking around until we had a little more money and the market was better
like it is now, and finding a house in san marcos or something, i made this move. and now all i want is my tiny little
duplex in austin. but it's different now, because i can look at the kitchen in austin and know that i could rip it all
out and completely revamp it, new cabinets, new paint, tile, sink, everything, in less than a week and it wouldn't be a big
deal. before it seemed like in impossibility in every way possible. i could practically tear that house down and
rebuild it from scratch if i wanted to.
my whole point is, and i know i say it over and over and over
again, i am so incredibly homesick. sometimes i feel like no one has ever been as homesick as i am right now.
it hurts like my bones are breaking. and i just keep telling myself i have less than a year, but all i want is to come
back and smell austin air, hear austin sounds, not having to get up from the sewing machine every 5 minutes to see who's climbing
the fence or selling crack in front of the house.
so i worked on a new quilt today, the other is on hold until i
get some extra fabric to match the old stuff. i didn't start working until about 9 oclock though (pm). something
is wrong this week. i feel, not ill, but like poo poo nonetheless. lee admitted that he was feeling a little fuzzy
this week, as well. and it's only tuesday. i haven't left the house since sunday. i mean, i haven't gone
outside. at least it's finally cooling off here. i have no motivation whatsoever. none. maybe my cleaning
muses will show up tomorrow. the house is totally a disaster right now. so messy and completely out of order that
i don't even know where to begin.
oh. and we spent all of our remaing money, besides savings,
but that doesn't count, on the new art deco bar/sideboard/cabinet thing. literally. i only have 9 dollars and
21 cents in the checking account and lee doesn't get paid again until next wednesday. so it's beans, rice, and canned
chopped tomatoes for the next week. which really isn't so bad if you can stand being a little bloated. hah.
yikes! i'm finally putting some stuff up on ebay again...right
now i have 3 vintage slips that i've embellished with ribbon, lace, sequins, beads, and fake flowers. they should be
up within a day. so hurry and bid, and bid high...momma's kittens need a new box of kitty litter! teehee
october 20
i worked on the quilt all day. all day. from 10 am
to 10 pm, and i took 1 hour break. and wouldn't you know it, at 8:23 pm my muses left me. as quickly as they came,
they disappeared. my quilt is currently only about 4 feet by 5 feet. which, i suppose, is sizeable. but
it's not as *fancy* as i would care for. i had these visions of making a fabulous quilt and selling it for waaaay too
much on ebay and making more and filling all my time with sewing and shopping for fabric.
but nae.
will the quilting muses return? did i wear them out?
did i have an offensive odor? i cannot work without them! my stitches go all willy nilly and my measurments leave
MUCH to be desired.
i did not leave the house today. at all. i did not
set foot outside and i hardly even looked out a window.
sometimes, i get these feelings like i wish i could sew for all
eternity...never sleeping, never eating. just sewing.
october 20
very uneventful day until 10 pm when i decided to start quilting.
i think it's going well. the salvage yard was closed today so we had to give up the sleeper couch to the alley.
i felt so sad...the couch didn't do anything wrong...but we waved good bye to it and we'll go to the salvage yard sometime
this week anyway and find a metal bed. i was really bad and went to walmart and spent 50 bucks. poo. now
i feel guilty. i bought a rocking pair of pinstripe pants, very decent for work if i ever become seriously employed
again, a rotary cutter and mat for quilting, a cord to replace one my dog chewed through on an antique light, hooks for curtain
tie backs, fake roses from the $1.00 section of silk flowers for sewing onto slips, and a $3.00 pink parasol. i'm really
thrilled with the parasol...it was from the little girls' department, and i can't wait to go on walks with it now. walks
in the sun, of course. hehheeeehee. today i wore a fabulous outfit...a 1940s pink slip with white lace trim over
a 1940s ruffled pink slip over a silver bias half slip. i pinned up one side of the top slip just enough to show the
other slips under it and i stuck a yellowish silk rununcula (flower, duh) on the pin. then i took a cream colored stretch
lace button down shirt and pinned it so it was tight in the middle right under my bustline, if you can call it that.
i used a vintage rhinestone pin. then i wore black stockings with my little black victorianish lace up boots.
it worked nicely, though some people in walmart stared.
i'm a little overstimulated from working on the quilt, but i'm
tired at the same time and i'm anxious for something that i can't think of.
| inside the new cabinet: |
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| what princess could be without a product by beautility? |
| mmmmmm...1920s deco *martini time* cabinet |
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| too bad we don't drink... |
| voila! |
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| it has a light inside, too! |
| lucy! |
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| a gifty 'cause i'm neat-o! |
october 19
fucking awesome day! we headed out to statesboro this morning
to help our neighbor, who is a professor, take alot of his books to his new office. so we all agreed to go antiquing
after depositing the literature. we went to quite a few stores, and some of the had cool things that i wanted but they
just wanted too much for them. i really really hate it when these people argue with me, like, well this bed is over
120 years old and you just won't find another one like it! and i'm thinking, uh, no, these old metal beds are pretty
much everywhere, and if they are so fucking old and important, why are there 20 of them in a heap in the corner of this lot,
rusted out? they're going to be a little pile of iron oxide in a couple months. this guy wanted 50 bucks a pop
for the one's in the heap. 50 dollars! of course he wanted 150 and up to 900 for the not so rusty ones.
what a crock. i'm going to the salvage yard tomorrow to see if i can trade an old sleeper couch for one. i tried
to offer this guy 5 bucks a headboard for those in the pile and he just wouldn't take it. but they're just going to
rust into nothing! oh, shit like that drives me nutty.
so we went to this one place and the lady that ran it saw me and
was all about my outfit. she was like, oh i can tell you like old stuff. and i was like, *yes!* so we kind
of schmoozed about 1950s dishware and such and she was like, oh i just love 'i love lucy', and i said oh me too! and
she went on about how she had all kinds of lucy stuff in her house and she pointed to an i love lucy barbie behind the counter...she
was like, isn't that doll just the cutest? and indeed, i have long coveted that particular lucy barbie ever since i
saw one in a toys r us...so we're just browsing over everything and lee finds this deco cabinet...total 1920s martini time
bar cabinet...it opens up and the top slides back in one smooth movement to reveal a little mirrored cubby with a built in
light...this thing was in pristine condition and lee was whispering, how much? to me...and i thought about it and figured
she was probably asking about 400. so i told him and he got the lady and asked her how much she would take for *that
lump of trash*...he was joking of course but she laughed and said um 175, and i just nodded and said, yep, throw it in the
back of the truck, here's a check. so she was really excited that we wanted it and i guess she liked that i could talk
vintage with her so she came up to me and handed me the lucy barbie, mint in it's package, and said, here, i want you to have
her.
i couldn't believe it! i was speechless. i probably
said thank you 150 times, and everyone in the store was cooing over it and i was just smiling...yay! princess kaite,
queen of pink sparkle trash, is crowned most rockin' girl in statesboro for a day. and a younger girl, helping out there,
said she liked my eye makeup and how did i do it? i said, ok. before you go to bed at night, put on waaaaaaaaay
too much mascara. then go to sleep. when you wake up in the morning, rub your eyes. alot. then close
your eyes and smoosh alot of ultra fine glitter all over the place. voila. then she kind of hit on the neighbor's
gay lover.
all in all, i can't imagine how today could have been better.
except if maybe the cleaning fairies had payed a visit to the house while we were out...maybe they'll show tomorrow.
october 19
2:39 am
so when we went to kmart, these two girls, teenagers, saw me,
i made eye contact, turned around to go to the paint section but got a funny feeling so i turned around to look at them again
and one of them was making a face. like, what are you wearing? so i just looked at lee and said loud
enough for her to hear, well she can just go fuck off. and that was that.
what is wrong with some people. i don't scowl at normal
people for being boring. i pity them, but at least i do it silently and without facial expression. lee said they
were just being teenagers. i tried hard to remember if i did that sort of thing when i was a teenager.
by the way, i was wearing a 40s black acetate slip with fantastically
detailed lace over a pink 40s full skirted slip complete with ruffle trim, which was over a silver satin bias cut calf length
half slip (try saying that with a mouth full of olives) with black trim, with white stockings, my very favorite in the whole
world black velvet and patent leather maryjanes, all topped off by a black satin corset from versatile fashions with all 8
garters attatched and bouncing around my slips, and a little ecru lacy long sleeved top to keep the cold out.
lee said i looked cute this morning, and insisted on taking my
picture. we have been getting along rather well for the last few months. knock on wood. not that we don't
get along, but sometimes, sometimes 2 very independent people living in a mid-renovation house can become very cranky and
irritable to each other.
one of the roomies just came home a little while ago with a friend,
they saw me through the front window and waved and i waved back. they were laughing about stuff and seemingly having
a good time. i heard them come in and go upstairs, still giggling, and it made me feel good. like i don't have
to have friends and go places and do things...i can live through the roomies vicariously. when i hear them upstairs
having fun with their friends, it's like i'm having fun with friends, except i don't have to clean the litter box out right
away or wash my face.
i did have an enjoyable and somewhat lengthy conversation with
one roomie this morning. we kind of bonded over our disdain for personal offspring and agreed that friends' children
would do just fine. then i took her through the house to the back bedroom to show her pictures from eeyore's birthday
in austin. i told her to not look at the house while we went to the back, as it's not finished yet. but she seemed
to like the back room.
i am going to stop having fears about the colors i've painted
the house. i cannot decide what color to paint our bedroom. we were going to paint it purple fig by martha stewart,
but it's kind of dark and maybe that's not good for resale. i know i'm not supposed to be afraid of the paint/resale
thing but this room is kind of a cave and is quite full of large furniture. so maybe lavender, but i'm concerned it
will look flat and gray and lee keeps wanting to experiment with yellow. part of me says, yes, paint it dark
ochre with a tinted glaze...it will go well with the burgundy velvet bedspread and the antiques, very rennassaince-y (?).
then part of me says no! yellow is bad. shameshameshame, it won't feel restful at night, wait for another house
and paint the office the ochre/glaze color or paint a guest bedroom icylemon yellow. oh, what is a princess to do?
lee said i was queen of the universe and i could have rules about
not permitting people into rooms that arent finished yet if i wanted. so there. that'll teach a nosy realtor about
inviting herself over. hmph.
october 18
lee's 32nd birthday. today was an alright day. it's
strange how you can just feel fridays. when we lived in austin, i was a substitute teacher for about 2 years, and fridays
were the best! i always tried to pick jobs that were either half days or work for teachers that i knew had open periods
during the end of the day so i could leave early. or i would work mon-thurs and just take all of friday off. then
i'd come home, tidy up, run to the store for veggies and drinks, and when i got back people would already be showing up for
our weekly bbqs. and it was great. our friends just showed up, didn't care if the house hadn't been cleaned up
yet, didn't care if we had food or if it wasn't ready yet, we'd just hang out, watch tv, dance to crazy music, shoot off fireworks.
jeeeeez, i can't wait to get back to texas. gawd, i miss teaching, too.
so lee went bowling this evening and i went as a spectator.
lee is a rockin' bowler! it's probably a good thing my back was out, he would have totally killed me. then we
went to kmart cause it was on the way home and sometimes you just need to go to a discount store and find a bargain.
and bargains we found...i needed some plain white sheets for curtains in the back bedroom and we found plain white curtains,
uber low thread count, which is good, cause i don't like solid, can't see through at all...ok and they were 1.99 a package!
rock on! so i took them home, washed and dryed them to get the stiffness out, hung them up and even lee said they looked
really great.
i swear i will get pictures up tomorrow. i've been lazy,
lee used up the batteries in my digi camera, and i have nae learned how to upload pics from his camera to this site yet...so
tomorrow, pics. ok.
so this realtor lady came over today. the same one that
i talked about a while back, the one that didn't expect *me* to be mrs. w. when i answered the door...ok, so she shows up
today because she wants to meet lee. and lee shows her the livingroom, which is ok by me, as it's well on it's way to
being complete, then we walk down to this guy's house so she can see what he's done and he thinks he wants to sell it.
she gripes about the cabinetry he picked out for the kitchen, which was really nice, though he could have picked white, but
it was brand new, *nice* stuff, then she griped about the way he converted an old door into a window, how it didn't match
the window opposite of it, then she was horrified that he didn't tear down a wall in the bathroom...ok, this is a house that
was built in or around 1915, really wonderful architechture, almost everything original still intact, including the old bathtub,
marble tile floor, old medicine cabinet...well the bath is divided into 2 rooms, one little room with a sink and a toilet,
and the other with the bathtub. both are small but well laid out and each has a window that lets in a good deal of light.
if you ask me, it's a fabulous layout. one person can be bathing while another person can utilize the other part of
the bathroom for grooming and such...without comprimising privacy or time. well she just went on and on about how that
was just a disgrace that he left the bathroom like that and how could this guy expect to sell a house for a *high-end* price
(about $170,000) for an immaculate +/-24000 square foot turn of the century house. then she came back to our house and
stood outside and started going off about how if we wanted to sell the house we would have to tone down the colors because
nobody wants to buy a house with colors that won't match their furniture. and then she said don't paint houses blue,
because blue is a cold color and no one will like that. she went on to say that she used to work with a *high end* designer
and they said that you should only paint with beiges and yellows.
oh fuck off.
i pointed out that paint is the easiest and cheapest thing to
change in a house. she retorted with some crap about how most people don't want to repaint and they don't have the vision
to see what it would look like painted beige anyway.
well, that's their loss. you know what? if you have
the money to invest in a 4000 square foot 1920s house, you better damn well have enough spare change to repaint the inside
if you don't like it.
yes, the living room is pink, but a thoughtful shade of pink.
a shade of pink that alot of other colors could go with. let's see, you could pair it with beige, or aubergine,
lavender, light blue, sage, olive green, red, yellow, silver, grey, black, white. it's not like fucking fuchsia or anything,
which is a perfectly delightful color for a livingroom and if this house were in texas and i was not thinking of selling it
within the next year i probably would have used that color. i would consider myself a fantastic designer and
i can't ever recall a time that someone was not delighted with any of my rooms. except the baskin robbins incident,
but that was an accident and quickly remedied.
so. tomorrow, when i post the pics of the back bedroom,
you will agree that i rock and have taste and that this house will still sell even if the rooms are all different colors.
october 16
ok, it's 2 days before lee's 32nd birthday and i don't have a
thing for him. we agreed that the stuff we bought at target was his birthday prezzies, but he's been wearing the shirt
and the coat since we left the store. but what do i buy him? i don't know computer stuff, i don't know surfing
stuff, i don't know fish stuff, and he hates gift certificates. i will cook dinner for him and make him a cake i suppose.
he got a check from his dad, and went out and bought himself a bunch of nice gadgets, so there's more stuff i can't buy him.
oh well. he did buy a new digi camera that takes fabulous nice pictures AND you can record short silent little movies.
that rocks my world. now if only i could recover from my back issues and we could actually go somewhere and make a little
movie.
oh, alas, if only we were back in tejas...oh the parties we used
to throw...i swear the minute we move back we are throwing a HUGE party. it will be just like old times and everyone
will be there. i don't even care if we're still not unpacked and there are boxes everywhere.
i just found some stuff yesterday that was still yet to be unpacked
from when we 1st moved to savannah. ugh. but it's coming along! the back bedroom actually has furniture
in it now!!! i touched up all the paint, well most of it, all of it that i could reach without a ladder, repainted the
little metal bedframe, moved in my desk and my vintage filing cabinet, the room is really coming together and i'm really really
pleased with the color combinations and the way they all balance out. i will post pics soon since we have the new camera.
i went nuts yesterday! nuts angry. as i've stated
before, it's kind of hard to get a decent job here in savannah. so several months ago i sent my resume to bed bath and
beyond, not like this is a dream job or anything, but they sell household gadgets, things that make good *family* gifts,
etc, and you can be hired solely as a cashier--which is perfect for me, seeing as how my back cannot withstand lifting, carrying,
or walking around for even short periods of time. well i never heard from them, so i called the job line and they said
to look for an ad in the paper for a job fair type thing. 3 months of reading the fucking sunday paper and no fucking
ad. so yesterday i drive over there because it's in the same center as the fabric store and lo and behold they're open.
and they never called me. so i go inside and there are NOT enough cashiers, it's obvious they need more people (i.e.
ME) and there is NOONE at the customer service counter to give me an application and like 20 people waiting in line to be
checked out and no fucking way am i going to stand in line that long to just get a fucking application. so i storm out
and go home, fuming, about how they couldn't or didn't hire me.
today lee and i went back to bed bath and beyond just to check
it out. i ended up asking this manager lady for an app, she handed it to me and i saw her give me the look-over.
i know that look, like you're a punk, just a kid, don't waste my time. after i said thanks for the application and started
to walk away, she said she liked my eye makeup and asked if it was the stuff in the little pots (glitter). i said no,
it's just craft glitter, the ultra fine kind, that i just smush it on my eyes after i put my sunscreen on in the morning so
it sticks. so then she thought maybe i was decent enough to conversate with and we talked a little and she was nice,
but the more she talked, the more i felt like backing slowly out of there. not her, just the fact that this overwhelming
oppressive corporate-ness thing started to put it's grubby fingers around my throat and was trying to rub my glitter off and
tell me that petticoats weren't professional. oh dear. i'm frantic. kind of. i'm also on some serious
pain killers for my back, which was greatly improving until i decided to start moving furniture all by myself today.
i really want a job, just so i can save money and have a little spending cash for things like candy and chandeliers,
but i made a vow after quitting starbucks for like the 4th time, that i absolutely will not comprimise my SELF. i'm
not fucking bowing down to anyone anymore, i am not going to *take my earrings out* or *not wear silly clothes* because *customers
won't take me seriously*. that is 1. true. and 2. stupid. alot of people don't take me seriously, fine,
they can go to hell; however, i have this theory that some people are entertained by it and kiddos are definitely curious
about it. it stimulates their little growing brains. well, i can apply and try to be semi professional in appearance
and behavior, but i can tell already it might not fly. i keep reverting to the dishwasher idea. i also think i
should email trading spaces and while you were out and tell them that they ought to employ me. but alas, i have really
no experience other than my own house which, right now, is in a transitional phase and is messy. but i have mad
skills. someone out there must want me to do something creative for them.
oh i keep getting these mad ideas about finding an old wharehouse
back in texas and renovating it as our house...my idea is lots of brick and concrete, exposed conduit and pipes, very raw
industrial, and then, swish! lots of chandeliers, velvet and sheer swooshy muslin drapes, very plush furniture all very tailored
slipcovered streamlined, and sparklies dripping from everything. that's what i want. what will i call it? it's
so me...umm, so very much the architechtural version of me wearing old layered slips and vintage nightgowns with my glitter
eyes and gobs of gaudy old jewelry. i'll call it: *industrial luxe*. you either get it or you don't. ooooh,
pray that i find a wharehouse, or at least someone hire me to revamp your old wharehouse into a home or into multiple apartments.
i would be soooo good at it...
october 14
so this morning i get up to feed the chickens because they're
squawking really really loudly, and i'm outside in my pajamas, half asleep, and i think i hear 2 gunshots, which, if you've
read the previous entries you understand this isn't an abnormal occurance, however, at 9 in the morning, it is. so i
run through the house, up the stairs, and out on to the balcony, where i see a group of people and cars and people are running
around, but--not over a gunshot. someone hit a dog in the road, and it was like trying to walk, but it couldn't move
its legs and it was a mess, and i was absolutely horrified, all these people just squawking around in the middle of the road
and rush hour traffic all over the place and this dog just writhing. so i ran back inside, downstairs, and woke lee
up and told him what happened, so he ran outside to check out the dog and someone had put a towel over it and moved it out
of the middle of the road. some guy told lee that someone had called animal control and they were going to come take
care of the dog and lee assured me that there were no blood and guts, the dog's eyes were open, and he was just being still.
so we decided it would be ok as long as animal control got there soon. we're not the kind of people to let animals suffer,
and had we deemed it necessary, we would have taken the dog into our back yard and put it out of it's misery, we've had to
do it before to a cat. and don't go thinking we like to kill animals or anything, but this poor cat, i found it on the
sidewalk up the street from our old house on 34th street, this poor thing was so mangled it was like something from a horror
movie. i felt so so so awful, i've never seen something like that before, but the cat was still trying to move and breathe.
so when things like that happen, we take care of it. maybe you can understand now.
so i went to the doctor, they took 5000 x-rays of my back, and
my doctor, who rocks, gave me a big BIG paper sack full of anti-inflammatory pills and pain killers. rawk on!
not that i'm really a big pill person, in fact, i will usually wait til i think i'm about to die before i take something,
but i liked carrying the big bag o' pills around. anyway, i have to go to physical therapy in 2 weeks and go from there.
it's better than surgery, but the back pain is still kind of a mystery. as for the pelvic pain, it could be related
to the back, but i still think i will go the the gyn. it's about time for my yearly checkup anyway.
so i came home and vegged out in front of the tv all day.
mtv's cribs was on all afternoon and evening. i love that show. i like to think that someday i'll be famous and
i can walk around and show off my house. hopefully i'll have a completed bathroom by then.
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october 13
i've had too much coffee. i'm freaking out about everything.
i'm scared of going to the doctor tomorrow morning, i'm scared i may have cancer, i'm scared i have tumors, i'm scared i will
die in my sleep, i'm scared people will find out things about me that i don't want them to know, i'm afraid i will never get
back to texas. why why why does my uterus always hurt? why am i cursed to have to worry about cancer when i'm
only in my twenties? why won't doctors let me have a hysterectomy? it hurts so much and no one cares. no
one cares that my own reproductive organs could very well kill me. 
october 12
why do i lust after shoes? 
are these some of the most fabulous mary janes you've ever laid
yer leetle eyes on? of course, i don't think i could wear the pumpkin color, but they also come in black and red.
they're delicious! but again, why do i long to have pair after pair of mj's? i have alot, but when will enough
be enough? and how i wish i could just have the money to buy them all. ooooh, mary janes, how i adore you....
october 11
hardly slept last night, had terrrible back pain and pain in,
sorry folks, my groin-ish area...thought it was lymph nodes, as i've had an infection before that caused the same pain, but
there was swelling with it, and nothing felt swollen. started getting really really upset and worried because i have
a history of uterine/girly problems and i've been pretty healthy for almost a year now, i think, and so i started freaking
out, like what if i have giant tumors in my uterus/ovaries, and they're pushing on my spine, what if i'm bleeding internally
and don't know it? what if i die in my sleep tonight? so of course i was sitting at the computer at 3.30 in the
morning looking up uterine tumors/ovarian cancer/lower back pain/kidney infections, etc on the internet. went back to
sleep, er, tried to sleep with heating pad on painful lymph nodes, it poured for hours last night, because of the tropical
storm, so of course i lay there thinking either the wind would break off giant limbs from the trees and send them smashing
down on my truck or the house would flood. then i started worrying about holes in the roof and water pouring in and
how we don't have alot of money to play with right now. then i thought i hurt so bad that i should go to the emergency
room...not just my weird ovary/uterine/lymph nodes, but my back. i thought it had to be something other than just plain
back pain. so many things! ugh! but i just lay there and thought, well, i'll go in the morning because i
can talk to lee and see what he thinks is a good idea. so i finally fell asleep and then the fucking car alarm went
off because of the rain. and i couldn't find my glasses so i couldn't see to find my keys and i had now idea where they
were to begin with. lee couldn't find his keys either. so at 5 in the AM i am desperately groping around the house
looking all the world like a blind crack whore, back aching, lymph nodes (?) on fire, thinking i'm going to surely die
before daybreak, running in to things, stepping on cats, all the while trying to find the stupid keys to turn the alarm off
that i'm sure has waken up the entire neighborhood not to mention the poor roomies upstairs. finally lee finds his keys
and shuts it off while i'm still stumbling around the living room. so i crawl back in bed, only to fall asleep and have
terrible dreams that i can only attribute to feelings of insecurity and my inability to have control over my life in general.
so i wake up suddenly, i can't remember why but i'm really really tired and just want to go back to sleep and then i hear
someone knocking on my living room window. gawdDAMMIT!!! what does it take for a girl to get some sleep around
here. and it's still not completely light out yet and i'm like, who the hell is that?
so once again i get up, can't find glasses, can't see shit from shinola, tripping over animals again, trying to find a robe,
finally get to the window and there's no one there. for crying out loud. so i hear a big truck outside and remember
that the neighbor's stuff from jamaica was supposed to come in today and we were supposed to have our cars parked far away
and i thought they were but i guess they weren't. so lee stumbles around, finds his keys again and moves the cars.
i try to go back to sleep but lee is sitting at the foot of the bed babbling about his fishtanks. dammit.
so i got up, made a doctor's appt., painted the floor in the back
bedroom, layed in bed with the heating pad a little longer, got up, moseyed around, watched tv, felt poopy, decided that maybe
it wasn't my lymph nodes, just weird pulled muscles in my groin somehow connected with my back issues. still going
to doctor on monday, though.
didn't do much else today, wait, yes i did. i had some white
enamel paint left from the floor so i used it up on the back door in the kitchen and the pantry door. i don't
know what happened to this house before we lived here, but it looked as though grease and questionable bodily fluids were
carelessly flung about. so the doors in the kitchen look a little better, so i decided i better keep up with my cleaning
muses and tidy. i moved alot of crap out of the kitchen, organized alot of lee's tools and tool boxes inside the pantry
since it's one of the larger storage spaces we have. (we don't have a garage) i did some laundry, fixed part of
the fence that some asshole kids where tearing down, and bathed.
we planned to go bowling this friday. but my back just
isn't up to it. lee went cast-netting for shrimp and should be home soon. i'm going to the store to buy fruit,
cake icing, and fake beer. a diet fit for royalty, we eat...
october 10
back hurting more than ever today. having pains in hips,
too. now convinced i have massive tumors growing on both my ovaries and they are pushing on my spine, thus the immense
pain. maybe tomorrow it will feel better? maybe i pulled muscles? at least i finally sanded and primed the
floor in the back bedroom. a large portion of the livingroom ceiling is complete, enough so that we can begin moving
some furniture back in. i hung clear plastic irredescent icicles and green glass beads from the fan...see the pictures
below. it's rained alot here in the last couple days and it's predicted that tropical depression? storm? kyle will indeed
hit savannah. hmmmmm. this week went by too quickly and i made very little progress in any of the things i set
out to do this week. lee agreed last night that we will soon begin the completion of our bathroom. thank gawd.
well, i think maybe i will hit the corners of the back bedroom with the floor paint tonight and complete the rest of the floor
tomorrow morning. finally. a month ago i said i was going to make that room a 3 day project max. typical.
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october 8
i'm a lame-o. i slept in today and then just putzed around
the house until i finally felt super filthy enough to bathe, then i got dressed, felt like a nerd in a bad way, re-dressed...great
outfit, like victorian house-keeper that lives in the attic...i have this grey 1940s dress that came in a lot of vintage dresses
and it didn't fit right so i just hung it on the back of our closet door and every night i go to sleep looking at that dress
and wondering what i could do with it. so today i put it on and fussed with a vintage rhinestone pin until the bust
was tight enough and i looked somewhat less shapeless, put on a vintage white eyelet lacy petticoat under it with black
stockings and black victorian-ish boots. it rocked! so i took my bad self to the posty, then took a scenic tour
of savannah on the way to walmart and got sucked in to payless's all-encompassing gravitational pull on the way there.
i bought a pair of black mary janes with white stitching and ankle straps, ooh la la, very nice and only 15 bucks. went
to walmart and had to tear myself away from the fabric department, dammit, bought just what we needed, a super value pack
of 6 kitchen towels for 5 dollars, since somehow all of ours have been sucked into a void and cannot return home, spray primer,
white satin spray paint (for the tin ceiling panel), more spray chrome (i've been out for 5 days now!), wood putty, and sanding
pads for our cordless sander. drove home in the rain, came in, found package from ebay (vintage lavender floaty chiffon-y
nightgown with rhinestones), tried to show my shoes to lee, but he was too busy talking on the phone to look (hmmmmm), and
then realized it was 5 pm. where did today go? i was supposed to work on another slip, prime the floor in the
back room, and putty the joints in the ceiling woodwork. ugh. nothing was accomplished today other than completing
the puttying of the back bedroom and painting the tin ceiling thing. which i did inside because it's raining so now
we're all loopy from the fumes. maybe tomorrow will be better.
i want to get a job and make money but i don't want to leave the
house. i mean i don't want to go out in public. no, well, it's that and i don't want to have to change for a job.
i don't want to take all my earrings out, my bracelets off, wear boring average clothes. and there really isn't anyone
here in slowvannah that will hire me as is except hot topic and i've already had the run around from them like a year ago.
they promised me a whopping 5.50 an hour. for maybe 2 days a week. that would buy just enough gas to fill my truck
to drive me to and from the *maul* for the job. not to mention that it's waaaaay commercial and i don't want to deal
with maul people. i sound like a lazy greedy bitch. i just want there to be a cool place here that is accepting
of odd people. sparkly people. like me.
oh texas, i miss you!
october 7
oh how i want a cello. we had some money and i found some
fairly inexpensive ones on ebay and was also going to call around to some music shops for a used one, but one of the air conditioners
in our duplex in austin broke down...for the 3rd time! and it's only 3 and a half years old! ugh. every
time we have a little extra money, something comes up and we have to spend it. i suppose it's better than just not having
the money and still needing it. well, i spent all day working on a slip...one of the slips i dyed on sunday. i
sewed beaded fringe around the bottom, clear sequins around the lace on the top and sewed a little fuchsia flower on the center
of the bodice. it's beeeeautiful and it's going up for sale on ebay soon! we are almost finished with the living
room ceiling and we spent a good part of the afternoon measuring and cutting and measuring and cutting the center piece that
will go around the fan/lights...lots of angles and matching up stuff bla blabla. so we did that, i'm almost finished
patching the floor in the back bedroom (termite damage) and maybe tomorrow i will be able to sand it a little and prime it,
and hopefully paint it white in the evening. then in a week we can start putting the furniture back in there, thank
gawd, since it has all taken up residence in the hallway and we have to do a little dance to get from the bedroom to the kitchen
or bathroom. or livingroom or dining room. poo. and the kitchen is just beyond filthy gross. and the bathroom
is still a plywood hell. and my mom wants to come visit with my granny in like 3 weeks! egads! i don't even
have the tile for the bathroom yet, and the tile we have for the kitchen is stacked up in front of the pantry door.
oh my gawd everything is a wreck. sometimes i feel helpless. it's a constant battle: me vs. the house. and
the house has me in some kind of choke hold currently. can i complain to you some more. i got compliments on my
hair today! i suppose since there are no pictures of it right now, i must tell you that my bangs are bleachy bleachy
blond and the rest of my hair is stripey blond and and reddish brown. slowly, i suppose, i am going uber blonde.
i was sad all weekend, because i felt like my life was boring and petty. but for some reason, today, i guess i sort
of stepped back from it, and i suppose maybe it's a little interesting what with all the ghetto action and crafty project
stuff. maybe it's interesting in an odd way, maybe only to me. true, we do not party as much as we used to, but
i'm ok with it, because partying has not been the same since we left texas. the texas parties rocked! but for
now i am content confined to my house, working quietly, on what someday, hopefully, will put some money in my pockets for
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october 6
did nothing interesting all day. except dye some slips.
lee and i painted upstairs in the roomies apartment. read job ads/classifieds--nothing. so i dyed some slips and
a 1940s silk nightgown in the fuchsia rit dye...they look so cool! i think one of the slips had some kind of stuff on
it, like fabric softener or something because it came out looking sort of tie-dyed and there was NO reason that it should
have. but it looks alright, lee said it was hippie-ish, but i think once i put the beading and some clear sequins and
what not on it, it'll just look oldish-trampy-underwearish. the silk nightgown is to die for, though. it came
out the *perfect* shade of fuchsia. if anyone saw betsey johnsons fall 2002 collection, you will recall that she had
2 silk bias cut floor length dresses, one in a pink and one in a chartreuse green color...my nightgown looks like the pink
one. ROCK! and i found a bunch more old slips to dye, so i washed them twice to make sure there was nae any funny
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october 5
11:58 pm
of course i didn't take a flyer or anything to the antique market.
i accidentally slept in until 11 and when i got up, lee had already left for surfing. so i sat inside and ebayed for
awhile, bathed, got dressed, played with hair, etc. when lee finally got home around 2, we sat on the bed and talked
for awhile and of course fell asleep until 4. i finally roused him and persuaded him that we should drive out to hilton
head, south carolina, and go to target. nary are we lucky enough for a target in our own city. poo. lee's
birthday is the 18th of this month and he was trying on coats and shirts so i told him to pick out some stuff and i would
hide it and wrap it and he could open the stuff up on his birthday...he's very hard to shop for and doesn't like gift certificates,
thus, i let him pick the stuff out and hide it long enough to hope he forgets about it. anyway, we got a few things
for him and then i found a fabulous deco light fixture for our bathroom...see, the house was built with sconces on the wall
and no overhead lights except in the livingroom, kitchen, and dining room. all the bedrooms and bathroom just have lights
on the wall and no light switches, so any new fixtures we put up have to have switches on them. so i found this light,
in chrome and white, totally deco style, WITH A SWITCH! so woohoo! and it was only 20 bucks. i found a pair
of pants for myself for only 6 bucks! then i found rit dye in hot pink--rit dye is apparently hard to come by in anything
but fairly normal colors around here, so i grabbed multiple boxes in varying shades. we checked out and grabbed a slushy
before we left. that was our thrilling evening. but really, it was fun for us and i think i'm most excited about
the light for the bathroom...seeing as how all we have in there right now is an outlet where the light *should* be.
if this sounds cheesy, you need to come experience living in a restoration. finding the right light fixtures, to us,
is pretty much the equivalent to finding a matching blood type when you need a transfusion. we love our house
that much. it's so unfortunate that we are lonely and want desperately to get the hell out of this racist, po-dunk,
target-less city. oh, by the way, whatever you've heard about *southern hospitality*, flush it down the commode.
they should call it *texan hospitality* because that's the only place in the *south* where people really seem to be outgoing
and friendly. oh, and i learned real quick to not refer to myself as *southern* just because i'm from texas. people
here are likely to spit in your eye for that. i don't know why. i'm from texas, the manner in which i was raised
seemed very much *southern* to me, from the food we cooked, to the manners we used, and texas is very much in the southern
portion of the US. well, it just goes to show that, like i said, i don't have any faith in southern hospitality.
i have yet to meet anyone but a select few that act courteously and actually make me feel warm and welcome. now, i believe
that there are people here that would invite you into their house and ask what your drink is, or give you directions on the
street if you looked lost, but it is a rare occurance and if you look even remotely *odd* they'd just as well kick you to
the curb and walk on the other side of the street.
If you come to savannah and want true southern hospitality, i
recommend dining at Elizabeth on 37th. It is the finest restraunt in the state, i imagine, they have
the best food in the city, a blend of southern and east coast, and the waitstaff has the finest manners of any food establishment
i've ever been to. and i've traveled world-wide. not to mention the restraunt is located inside a turn of the
century mansion on MY street. heehee. If you want the traditional, what you read about in books, greasy, salty,
fried, heart-attack inducing true southern fare, and the best in the city, go to Lady and Sons, here in savannah.
true, the food may raise your cholesterol a few points, but it's worth it. the collard greens are to die for and the
best i've ever had anywhere. you can buy the lady and sons cookbook and get the recipe, but i have friends that have
worked in the kitchen and they say the owner has some secret ingredients she adds to her greens that she won't reveal to the
public. the mashed potatoes are heavenly and taste rich and creamy with tons of butter. true true southern cooking.
anywhere else in the city, the food is pretty much mediocre, the
service is usually slow, the prices high, and the waitstaff, seemingly under-experienced. There are a few exceptions,
and if you come here and ask around the locals will lead you to them. DO NOT, however, go into starbucks and ask them
where to eat or for directions. and if you do, and they don't know, leave them alone and don't get angry.
chances are, the person in line behind you will know better than they will. i cannot tell you how many times someone
has thrown their hands in the air when i couldn't tell them how to get from one highway to another. or where some hole
in the wall store was. starbucks is not a tourist information center, it is a coffee shop. the employees
make coffee and they're too busy covering the lazy manager's shift to have time to go out and cavort at restraunts.
however, they will probably be able to tell you where the closest bar is.
So my whole point is that *southern* means shite. Ok, there
are some places in the south, like new orleans and such where you will meet alot of friendly people, but from my experience,
and at least in savannah, the whites hate the blacks, the blacks hate the whites, the upper class whites hate everyone except
themselves, the east side black hate the west side blacks, the poor folks hate anyone with money, but will ask you
for spare change anyway, the people with old money hate the people with new money, and it's not the size of anything, the
clothes you wear, or the car you drive, it's how much real estate you own. this place is sick insane and i want to go
back home to texas where everyone's friendly and won't stab you in the back the split second you turn around. not to
mention, in austin, they don't care if you're kind of stinky, live in a tent, and have birds living in your hair. that's
home if you ask me. well, not living in a tent, but maybe not having to be pristine everyday.
I can't entirely dismiss savannah, though. I have picked
up some good real estate.
ps. the whole whites hating blacks, blacks hating whites...it's
not me. it's the city, whether anyone here will admit to it or not. there are some stores that white people are
not welcome in and there are white business that frown on black patrons. so don't go all gettin' yerself in a little
tizzy because you think i'm nay-saying anyone that's not just like me.
october 5
12:27 am
can't sleep. yesterday the tin ceiling panel came.
the airborne express man said i was *a beautiful lady*. what is it with some black guys liking weirdish white girls?
not that it's a bad thing to be complimented by anyone, but this is starting to happen all to often now. the other day
some black guy waited outside of salvation army to say the same thing to me. he even asked me out on a date. i
told him i was flattered but that i didn't think my husband would feel the same way.
he said ok and handed me some religious booklet. he said
it had some *good crap* in it.
i am resolving to actually do something today. more than
just taking a flier to the antique store and working on the ceiling. maybe i'll bathe.
pictures should be up soon...i'm trying to locate the software for my digicam so i can load it on
his computer. lee has cable internet. i still have dial up on mine, anyway, i really want to show off my home-made
picture frame--the one i talked about on the *home* page.
for now, i will try to sleep.
october 4th
11:15 pm
they're shooting guns off outside the house again.
october 4
back is killing me. was supposed to go to antique market
and post a sign in my vintage booth about 10% off everything saturday. completely forgot. still lacking interest
in leaving house. worked on living room ceiling again...seems like it will never be finished.
last night i was asleep, lee was still up, reading, and i woke
up suddenly because i thought i heard gunshots---lee was like, yeah i think that's what it was, so we peeped out the living
room window and didn't see anything except one of the upstairs roomies coming in. lee asked her if she was alright,
she said yes and that she hadn't heard anything. lee said he would call the cops if we heard anything again, and right
then we heard about 5 more shots. the cops drove down the street, but who knows what happened. we go through this
every week. poo.
I found a bottle of bubbles behind the dresser today so i sat
out on our balcony and blew bubbles for about 2 hours. it was amusing to see hundreds of bubbles blowing around the
thugs on the corner. it made the ghetto seem much prettier. one of the roomies sat outside with me for awhile
and told me how the other night a cop stopped her and the other roomie--they were driving their car around the block to park
on the other side of the street--we have street sweepers and one night a week you have to park on the other side--so the cop
stops them and asks them what they're doing in this neighborhood, they were like, um , we live here, apparently the cop didn't
believe them; i suppose he thought they were either prostitutes or looking for drugs, neither of which they look like or would
do. I told her the cops have stopped me on multiple occasions for the same thing, though it was while I was walking
the dogs. why are the there when i'm just walking the dogs and not when every ass with a gun is slogging around the
street firing off multiple rounds?
new cat seems very happy alone in empty room. using the
litter box with regular frequency and everything is looking normal.
decided that our friday outing would be to a 24 hour diner in
southside that we had never been to. complete disappointment. lee's coffee was as weak as tea, they wouldn't brew
it stronger, their offerings of pancakes was between plain, blueberry and strawberry topped--this from a place that calls
itself the *pancake palace*, a lady yapped on her celly for about half and hour in the booth behind us, and 5 pre-pubescent
boys made mock of the poor waitress the entire time they were there and probably didn't leave a tip. the bill was only
14 bucks, which we were pleased with, but we left feeling unfufilled.
next friday we agreed to go bowling.
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October 3rd
had sleepless night. new cat *exhibited digestive problems*
in hall at 4 in morning. smelled cat pee in bedroom all night long, but couldn't find it. finally found it in
the morning in an old microwave dinner box. ugh. tried to go back to sleep but lee kept talking about fishtanks.
made temporary home for new cat in empty back bedrooom...hope being alone and having his own food, water, and box will let
him adjust. hid inside house all day. have no inclination to leave. worked on ceiling in living room.
waiting for tin ceiling panel won on ebay to arrive.
october 2, 2002
mailed off ebay stuff, dropped off vintage clothes at antique
store. came home and helped lee put the rest of crown moulding up...looks super sexy. decided there was just enough
moulding bits left over to make a big, well, wide little picture frame with. sat on porch in fancy vintage dress with
petticoat hanging out and mj's on, attempting to saw big pieces of wood in miter box. went inside and put jeans on.
sawed all pieces. mismatched. sawed some more. nearly gave up. finished. roomies friends were
leaving and saw me and complimented me on the tiling job upstairs in the bathroom. awww shucks. I love that bathroom,
it *is* nice and I wish mine were complete, too, instead of the plywood hell hole that it is currently. Stapled the
picture frame together, I know there are little sharp thingies to hammer in the edges to hold it together but I don't care,
the staple gun worked fine. filled in seams with carpenter's glue and caulk. this is the best part. finished
it with KRYLON CHROME SPRAYPAINT. gawd, I love spraypaint, and chrome flavor is THE BEST!!! looks just like silver
leaf on picture frames!
bleached hair again. looking more stripey but very
blond dolly in the bangs. yum. lee said he liked it and thought it suited me.
talked to realtor whom i'd never met before. she came to
my house because apparently she had talked to lee about some old houses near us...so she thought she'd drop by. i don't
think i was who she had in mind as mrs. w. when i came to the door. *giggle* but she gave us this wonderful, really
wonderful hardback book titled savannah, then and now, and it has all these then, like 1880 photo of 614 west gwinnett, and
then a photo of how it looks now. I suppose i should add for all who aren't in the know, savannah, i'm told, is the
country's largest urban historic district; we have lots of pretty old houses, many that, for reasons i will not establish
publicly, have fallen into disrepair. others have been amazingly kept up for hundreds of years. anyway.
the book was lovely and i thanked her repeatedly for it and felt like i should invite her in to see our house, but our living
room is a construction zone right now and i have a rule about not letting people into unfinished projects, so i told her i
didn't think it would be safe for her to come in. she looked around at my porch, was silent for a second, and said,
"well. you certainly have your hands full."
celena from texas called, we chatted for a little while, selah
yelled in the background, "kaaaaiteeee come home!"
I'm out of money. I have some slips left, I will try to finish
dying them and putting beads and stuff on them so I can sell them on ebay and make some money. oooooooh ahm pooooooor
right now.
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