22 posts tagged “clean”

Stayed at the Terrorist's house last night.
Since Nate's been around this week I haven't seen him much and I missed him, so I bribed my coworkers into letting me leave early, since it was his last kid free night.* 
Got up early, brought him to work, went and picked up my laundry and came to the laundromat.  When I first got here it was silent.  It was so weird.  I've never been to a silent laundromat.  Even if there are no people in it there are at least washers or dryers going.  (I say I've never been to a silent laundromat but I know that's not true because I used to go to this 24-hour one in South Portland that was empty at times... but RECENTLY I haven't been to a silent laundromat... especially not during the daytime.)
Since Nathan's gone that's my official notice to get off my ass and start looking for a new job.  Which I learned yesterday kind of freaks the T out.  (Because I'm playing the role of babysitter to Little T while Big T is workin')  I guess I can't really blame him because if the situation were reversed I'd probably be freaking out as well.  I have a master plan though.**  Lesley is talking about quitting the Caldera before she goes to Singapore so maybe I can just slip in there.  They don't open until 5p  Shifts generally start at 4p and it's a block from the T's house.  Sound perfect to me.  If it doesn't work that's okay, I'll find something that does.  I'm a patient person.***
I start kid sitting on Monday, which means today and this weekend I'm going to clean my apartment and make it more kid friendly, not that we're going to be there often but if we happen to stop by I don't want anymore "Watch me wax your Pole" moments or anything of the like.  I also need to clean out my car.  That'll be tomorrow.  It's getting really disgusting.  There have been a variety of beverages spilled in it and... it's just fucking gross.  This is my kick in the pants to get it done.

My laundry is done, I've gotta go fold it and do productive things.

*Okay so I didn't really bribe them, all I really did was ask if they minded... but "bribed" sounds so much more dramatic.
**We're not going to mention how my last mater plan failed miserably.  I'm glad I didn't end up in Toronto madly in love, I don't think that would have made me happy, well, it could of but now that I'm were I am in my life I don't still wish for it.  Things happen or don't happen for a reason, my original master plan failed for a reason.  Something better is in my cards.  It's like that god song by Garth Brooks... What's it called... Unanswered Prayers.   Anyway, this minor master plan is going to work out awesome, I just need to get all the details ironed out.
***Anyone who knows me knows that that is a total and complete crock-of-shit but I'm also a master of denial.  Which makes anything possible.  :-)

I've listened to this Lit album (A Place in the Sun) to many times.  I'm pretty sure this is the third time through (in a row).

Got up at 7am today.  So far I've cleaned the kitchen, more or less cleaned the living room, the bathroom is clean waiting for the floor to dry before I go in and scrub the tub (again) this time sans mp3 player.  Then I'm going to tidy up my room a bit and hop in the shower. 

Nate's flight is due to arrive in just about an hour and a half and though I think I might be a few minutes behind my imaginary schedule it's okay because I got to catch up with OMS and Mo*

Okay time to change this freakin' cd and go scrub the tub.

*Both are Maine friends I was chatting with... I also think it's funny that there are some people I give nicknames to and others I use there real name.  Odd.

I'm fucking exhausted.
Not sure why though. 

Had a nice leisurely morning with the Terrorist.  Stayed in bed until 10am-ish then he played the video game that I got him for his birthday and I read the book I haven't been able to keep my nose out of.  Eventually we both showered and headed out to Hillsboro so he could file for custody of Little T. 

Court is tomorrow at 9am.  Keep your fingers crossed!!

My plan tonight was to smoke a bowl and go to bed, but I forgot my stash in my car and even though my car is parked directly in front of the house... I'm too lazy to go get it.  So I guess I'm just going to go to bed.   I'm okay with that.  Nate arrives in 10ish hours and I'd like to get up early enough to clean a bit before going to pick him up.  Plus I told the T I'd be availble to be a phone witness should he need someone to be a character witness.  On the off chance that that happens I don't want to be groggy in the head while on speaker phone to a courtroom full of people.

There are empty cans of Miller High Life around the house.  Very weird.  I haven't drank that shit since Chris and I first moved to PDX and you could get half pitchers for 2.50 at the Marathon.. it feels like eons ago.  Nathan and I need to stop there and get a drink tomorrow.

Nate's on the phone.  He's at the airport now.  Very exciting. 
I'm going to go pluck my eyebrows, talk to him then go to bed.
Nite nite.

I love birthdays.
I think they're great.  A day to honor a person's life is a beautiful thing. 

Today, is the Terrorist's birthday, I think I'm more excited than he is.
That's okay, I can restrain myself.  I understand that not everyone is as into birthdays as I am.

But that doesn't mean I can't wish him a...

About 6 or so years ago I house sat for Nathans family. 
When they go back I went back to my apartment in Portland and realized that I had forgot my phone up there.*
The next day when Nathan went to work (we lived together) he left me his cell phone so that I'd have a phone.  I was on a cleaning kick and wearing yoga pants and a tank top.  With no pockets I was left with no choice but to put the phone in my cleavage.  This worked fine and dandy until I bent over to test some bath water and the phone fell out of my cleavage and into the tub.  Crap!  I think part of the reason it fell was because I was wearing one of those tank tops with the "built in bra" and any woman with boobs above an A cup knows those things don't really hold anything in place.  If I had an actual bra on, I'm convinced the phone would have stayed.  Anyway, the phone dried out and ended up working fine.**
Today, I've been cleaning like a mad lady.  I decided to scrub the tub quickly before I showered for work.  I ran the water to flush all the weird crap (thanks Shaz) out of the bottom of it and when leaning over to turn the water off my Mp3 player fell out of my bra and into the tub.  FUCK

FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK.

I don't mention it that often but I ALWAYS use my Mp3 player.  It's going for about 6-10 hours ago.  (Give or take.)  It's not working right now.  I don't really know what to do.  I read something online that basically said if it was on (which it was) when it fell in the water then most likely I'm fucked. 

DAMMIT!!

I should have been more careful.  It's fallen out a few times in the past week, same with my phone.  I think I even blogged about it once. 

I hope a million, billion, zillion that it works when I get home.

*Up there being Chelsea which is about an hour north of Portland.
**Nathan wouldn't exactly agree with "fine" but he could place and receive calls.  The phone got a bit attitudy at times... but that's besides the point.

Where did the music go?

Anyway..  Last night I had an objective.  That objective was to tidy up my room (if only a bit) before I left for work today.  I've got three hours until I should start getting ready.  Hopefully I'll stop procrastinating soon.  Hopefully.

I found the music.  It was in my bag, but now it's in my head.  And it's great.

The 19-year-old-supervisor is up to her old hi-jinks.  I didn't get out of work until 12.20a last night.  It wasn't busy enough for me to get out that late.  She's a good kid, and I like working with her but her priorities are a little fucked up at times.  There's no need to start dismantling and cleaning the sauce pumps at 930p.  Even if she felt this was really necessary... fine, but let someone else actually clean them.  She's OCD-ish and is WAY to fucking thorough (and slow) about it. 

About 10 minutes after I realized that she wasn't going to kick it into high gear I got an unexpected drunk text from the Terrorist.  It gave me warm fuzzy's, which I haven't had in awhile, so that mellowed me out a bit and kept me from killing the 19-year-old-supervisor. 

I have cigarette/coffee mouth.  I haven't been smoking though.  That's weird.  Oh, I have smoked a bit of pot but would that actually give me "cigarette" mouth?  Weird.

Nathan is going to be here in 17 days.  YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I got home last night and the house was BEAUTIFUL!!!  A big ol' Kudos to Shaz for cleaning.  Granted it's an interesting cleaning method she uses, it still looks really good.  Speaking of cleaning.  I'm TOTALLY still procrastinating.  It's 11.30a.  I should go attack my room...

Maybe I'll get on that.  Or maybe I'll read my book.

Speaking of which...

This is my current read.

It's AWESOME.  So far it's covered, medical research, auto-safety and gun safety.  A few different searches for the soul, decapitation, the legal definition of "death", grave robbing and a bunch of other shit.  It's hilarious if somewhat morbid.

Okay I'm off to be productive. 

I've been playing on OkCupid a lot lately. 

For the most part it's the same old crap.  Just a way to pass the time.  My standards are fairly low when it comes to the Internet as a way to meet people.  Having said that I am the girl who has never ever (NOT ONCE) dated a person she didn't meet from the Internets.  (Unless you count the creepy* guy I fooled around with on the ship who then proceeded to stalk me for 3 weeks.) 

I have met some awesome people via the net.  Chris, though he and I have had and continue to have our issues, he's a good kid and I love him.  OMS was a craigslist boy.  Hell, all the guys I had sex with last summer were found via the web.  The Terrorist is/was and OkCupid boy.  

I don't know where I'm going with this.  I think I had a point, but I've forgotten it.  The sad thing is I'm completely sober. 

It's my Friday!  Today was sooooooo much better than yesterday.  Nothing special happened but it wasn't a completely shit day either.  (I feel a train.)   

Tomorrow I need to be productive, which is why immediately after writing this I'm going to go pee and crawl into bed.

While being productive I need to accomplish...

• Take shit in closet to Goodwill.
• Clean kitchen.
• Put Laundry away
• Deposit Check
• Mail Rent
• Pay Lesley
• Call/Text Leon
• Send Terry, Mah & Kathryn birthday cards. - Wow, I just realized that my three moms (Birthmom, Stepmom and adopted Mom) all have birthdays within a week or two of each other.  Bizarre.
• Find Job.  (Very Minimum: email Paddy's)
• Take a fantastically long, wonderful shower (preferably while under the influence of the pot.)

I think that's about it.

Shit... That's kind of a lot of stuff.  I need to go to bed!! 

*He wasn't that creeepy before we fooled around that mostly came after the foolage.  Though, he was a little creepy to start with, but I kind of dig that, I mean, I've been dating a guy I've dubbed "the terrorist" for months now... that's not exactly normal.

I want to goof off all day and do nothing productive.  (Except maybe clean my house a bit because it's reaching a squalor-ly state... because it's become a fucking youth hostel.)

But I can't sit around all day. 

I have to do laundry.

And go to work.

 

Blech.

This sucks.

I need to go to bed but first... 

 

TO DO!!!

• Print Dad's Letter.
• Mail mom's card, dad's letter and possibly a card or something else to tell Tyler I'm thinking of him.
• Clean (kitchen, pick up room, clean bathroom, etc.)
• Send out a few resumes.
• Get coochie waxed.  (yay for super fast appointment setting!)

There's more but my brain is shutting down on me... so fuck it.

Wow... tonight will be the second night I've slept in my own bed in like 3 weeks or so.  Crazy.

I was up until 5am, hit the 4 page mark and still am not done with the letter to my dad.  I was going to get up early and continue it but I saved it on Lesley's computer, not my USB drive and she took her computer to school today.  Oh well.

My Week in Bullets...

• Had the conversation with The T (see "2 out of 3 ain't bad...)  It didn't go like planned, mainly because I'm incapable of adult relationships due to my lack of  adult communication skills.  More or less I said that I will probably back off because so much time together is causing "emotions" said "emotions" were thankfully left undefined.
• Proceeded to spend the next 4 nights there.  I don't wanna back off.  I like him, I like hanging out with him, so fuck it.
• Helped him take care of some shit going on with his kid which involved driving to Hillsboro, hanging out in a court house, sitting outside the court house (getting a great tan), doing lots of dishes, providing moral support, drinking beer, partaking in BBQ activities, cleaning his fridge (and defending him to his dad when his dad started to give him shit about me being the one cleaning the fridge... it's SOOO shiny now!), laying on his back roof and getting more of a tan.  Granted these things obviously aren't all exactly related to the Little T crisis but they all happened within the same 48 hour period.
• Fought with Chris.
• Fought with Chris some more.
• Met the Ogre.
• Hung out with the Skinhead (my neighbor)*
  
• Was told by 3 people (Terrorist, Lesley and Nathan) to not sleep with the Skinhead.  (Do ya'll actually think just because I talked to him means I'm going to fuck him???  Common people give me some credit!!)
  
• Didn't see Lesley for awhile.
• Actually went over 24 hours without phone, text or visual contact from Miss. Lesley.
• Started getting along with the 19 year old supervisor.  She's a good kid, if somewhat young and inexperienced.
• My manager has basically told me she loves me and asks me every day if I like my job... I feel like an ass every time I lie to her face and say... "Yes, I do"
• Pissed the 19 year old supervisor off, took the adult route, apologized, promised to work on the thing that pissed her off.
  
• Payed Lesley about 1/2 of what I owe her.
• Payed my mom about 1/440 of what I owe her. 
  
• Decided that I'm going to stop being so cheap and get my coochie waxed.  Yay! For Coochie Waxing!!  I can't wait!
  

I think that's more or less it.  Okay, that's not true but that's all I can think of at the moment.  I'm at the Red Square and they're playing Christmas Music.  Blech.  It's fucking May!!
I'm gonna go send out a resume or two and then possibly go lay out on my front lawn.

*His skinhead ties aren't exactly known at this point but he has a swastika on his right tricep and therefore we have dubbed him "the skinhead"