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These are all topics I’ve talked about on this blog. Some I’ve talked about several times, others considerably less.
For me this space is just somewhere I can ramble on about whatever thing is on my mind at the time. Sometimes that’s the crazy dream I just had. Sometimes it’s about school. Sometimes it’s about friends or family or occasionally politics.
Tonight I’m sitting here, making small changes to my sites, watching Tales From the Crypt, and hoping my mom’s new computer gets here soon.
For the last couple weeks, her computer had been making a lot of noise. At the time I thought it was the fan, but yesterday during an update, it froze up, and upon rebooting, couldn’t find the hard drive. I opened the case today, and Jesus Bob is was unbelievably filthy inside.
I checked the fan, which seemed fine, and then hooked the hard drive up to some jumpers and plugged it in to my laptop. It couldn’t even be seen, which makes me wonder now if all the noise was actually the drive failing, instead of the fan.
We ordered a new desktop which should be here in Monday, and believe me we will be blowing it out regularly!
I’m out of school for a couple weeks and it’s so weird. What do I do with this extra time? I cleaned up my mom’s bathroom a bit today, and later I will be cleaning up the desk for the new computer.
I’m thinking about doing some cross stitch later this evening, and maybe some knitting. I downloaded copies of all the knitting and crochet patterns I’ve bought or been gifted on Ravelry and organized then. I cleaned my computer if temporary files that take up precious space. I updated things.
I feel like this is what newly retired people feel like.
I think my brain is working towards hypomania… I’ve been busting my ass organizing and culling stuff to be donated or just thrown away.
Last night I went through all my clothes and everything that is nowhere near able to fit or just not my style anymore was washed and loaded into the car to be donated. There was an entire kitchen trash bag full and then a bit more. I also added a pair of almost brand new heels that while super cute, I just don’t wear heels anymore. So cute though. Wish I could justify keeping them.
I went through the end of my closet where all my kitchen stuff plus some random other stuff is and added a ton of computer paper to the donation pile. I also decided to donate some of my stuffed animals. Someone is going to get some super cute giraffe stuffies!
I still have a stack of papers to go through and figure out where to put my drop spindle and fiber, but that shouldn’t be too hard. I’m thinking about posting photos of my pvc ukulele stand to offer it up for sale. I don’t need it and can’t use it unless by some miracle we get rid of the mice in this house.
I still need to study for my exam that’s this evening. Hopefully I can at least get a C this time.
I’m still on my Spring cleaning kick. Yesterday I spent almost all day in my craft room trying to organize things, food things I thought I was out of, and put stuff in my car for donation. I almost filled my backseat with stuff to donate!
I’m constantly thinking I’m out of head pins, eye pins, earwires, and jump/split rings. After cleaning out 9 of these smaller containers, I used four of them to organize most of my findings. (not pictured are earwires)
I also slated more beads for donation, and made two super simple pairs of earrings.
All my picture frames and canvasses are on one shelf together, and I finally framed one of my cross stitches I finished last year.
The other thing I did was I took a table and some of my stuff down by the poppy reserve to try to sell stuff to the tourists. I gave up after 90 minutes though because it was so windy and getting worse. No sales and not one person even stopped to look.
I also did some crafting, working on a cross stitch, and made two pairs of earrings.
Today I’m hoping to catch up on a few TV shows and maybe manage to fill my backseat with more donations. 🙂
I’m feeling a bit more rested at this point after the weekend. I spent 18 hours over 3 afternoons and evenings making small talk with strangers, answering questions and assuring every single person who approached my table that I did indeed make every single thing on both of my tables. Some people wanted to know the mechanics of how certain items were made too so that was less tedious and kinda fun to talk about.
The first day I brought in a whole $19 which was basically gas money to get there and back twice.
The second day I made enough combined with the first day to cover my transportation costs for the weekend, the $30 space fee, and enough to cover the cost of materials for what I sold plus about $8 for myself. Not great but it meant that anything I brought in on Sunday would actually be profit.
Sunday was my best day. I made a couple good sales, including a baby blanket for $35 at the end of the night. I probably could have made a few more sales but I was so exhausted by then I packed up a few minutes early and drove home.
Sunday night in a kik chat I was lamenting my inability to get a good haircut and a couple guys recommended my going to a black barber. Figured what the hell so Monday morning I went to a black barbershop, had my first actually enjoyable haircut experience, and left looking fabulous.
After that I grabbed some lunch where a random guy asked if I was “down with the crystal” b was bizarre because I’m so not the type to do let alone sell drugs. Ugh.
After that I found a tattoo shop who’s piercer was in and had my left nipple repierced. It was so weird. When I had them done the first time it was super painful and they stayed super painful for weeks. This time it was just a quick pain and it was over. There’s just a tiny dull ache now but ibuprofen is keeping it and the swelling down.
Tomorrow I need to finish unloading my car and put everything away from the weekend.
I did some Googling and the black tetras are black Neon tetras. They’re pretty flashy for not having bright colors, which means I can really enjoy them without Lola feeling threatened by them.
Since my tank is mostly stocked now I went ahead and ordered some stuff for the boys. A new bed for Tejony, toys, treats, and a can of freeze dried brine shrimp for the fishes.
I have another bag nearly filled with donations and I’m hoping to finish filling it plus a second bag over the weekend. I’d also like to get some crafting done today but I dunno about that… Lol.
I’m pretty sure I’m in the middle of a hypomanic thing right now. The last few nights time has really gotten away from me, I’ve stayed up way too late, slept way too late, and have been happily cleaning and cooking.
Thursday I started picking up trash to get rid of, and took I think two bags full out to the barrel. I collected some things for donation, and I selected more dvds to be sold or later donated. I made chicken thighs cooked in olive oil and balsamic vinegar, rice that was cooked in the droppings, and a small salad for my mom and I.
Friday I did more cleaning, and made chef’s salads for us for dinner. I fought the urge to bake bread at midnight. I took the playpen, and other chick brooder accoutrements outside to clean the space back up in my craft room.
Today I’ve swept the craft room, wiped the dust and dirt from my sewing machine and table, wiped the dust off of my bass, guitar & djembe (poor neglected things), and started straightening out the desk. I made potato soup for us for dinner and we both had seconds. Yum! I took some more donations out to my car too.
I still plan to put some jewelry away and put my laundry away tonight and maybe do some other small cleaning tasks.
I’m cleaning again. I keep finding ancient food that’s literally covered in millimeters of dust that goes straight to the garbage. I threw away about ten tiny, never opened jars of jellies, fancy mustards, and other spreads that expired in 1996. I threw away a bunch of the reusable shopping bags because we literally have so freaking many and nowhere to put them.
I found more things to donate, and a few things to return. The back seat of my car is slowly filling up with things to be dropped off at Goodwill. I’ve added some clothing to the pile, stuff that didn’t get worn much because it didn’t fit quite right and I should have returned them.
I’ve done multiple loads of laundry including my sheets and pillowcases, so my bed is fresh and clean. I put away everything that I washed, and in my cleaning, I found a few articles of clothing I thought were missing.
Tomorrow I’ll continue cleaning up, and Wednesday my check should be in so I can go grocery shopping, pay bills, and finally take the vacuum in to be repaired. I’m looking forward to vacuuming again.
Somewhere in these next few days marks my first year of being me post-relationship. It’s gone by really fast, and while I honestly like being single more than I like dating, it still feels weird sometimes after an almost 8 year coupling.
In the last year, I’ve used multiple dating apps and attempted 2 dates. The first guy was supposed to meet me at Sharky’s but he stood me up.
The second guy met me for coffee and could not hold a conversation at all. He just made occasional mumbling about his dog. I love dogs. I’m a dog person. But this guy seemed completely terrified of actually talking to me.
I’ve had a lot of guys get crappy with me in chats because they accuse me of playing games when I don’t invite them over immediately. No, I’m just not allowed to have guests. And no, I’m not looking for a hookup, k thnx bai.
I’m not even really actively looking to date. If I find a connection with someone and it’s a good fit and we enjoy each other, great. If not, I’m not all that invested. And if a good thing happens, I feel like I’m ready to be a part of it, but there’s no rush. And that’s okay!
Anyway, yeah, one year also marks the time I’ve been living with mom and her boyfriend. One year of cleaning, purging, and organizing a mess that’s mostly not mine. I’ve made a lot of progress, but I’m looking forward to the day I’m not living here any longer.
Baby steps though. Baby steps.