Showing posts with label furniture. Show all posts
Showing posts with label furniture. Show all posts

Thursday, February 13, 2014

Time to Clean House, Pt 44

It seems like every day I want to clean my house.

I like a nice, neat house, but I have kids. Right now, those kids are running through the house chasing each other and jumping onto the furniture.

Good thing, my kids are cats.

Luckily, it's going to be warm this week until the beginning of next. The only complaint I have is the lines in the sky. Damn, geoengineering chemicals! Ruins my fun every single time.

I have to keep my house closed and the air cleaners on. When those trails get to the lower atmosphere, I start having respiratory and other problems.

I'm not the only person in Arizona upset by these chemical lines. I just did a story for the Gazette about a man in Mohave County: Geoengineeing: One Arizonan's Battle Against Being Poisoned.

I couldn't make this shit up if I wanted to. 

So I have got to get everything done so it can go out into the recycling and trash bins for pick up tomorrow morning.

Then hide again, I must, until someone stops the planes from poisoning all of us.

Thursday, January 2, 2014

The Sweetest Things in Life Aren't Always Sugar Filled

I went to the doctor's today. Just a routine check up. Get weighed, have my lungs heard, blood pressure taken, and my one lowly prescription refilled.

Ah, the joys of chronic illness! 

I love it especially when my body decides to wake me up at 4am to catch the 730am ADA bus ride. My Central Nervous System (CNS) is forever damaged thanks to pesticides and black mold. Even on the bus my CNS likes to have a spaz. A little bump in the road or a little too much G-force and cue the panic attacks.

Really? My CNS needs a new hobby. This one is tiresome! 

Good thing I can anticipate what my body likes to do and I get out my Vitamin C packets. I drink a few of those tangerine flavored yummies and shazam! All better! 

When I returned home, I was very tired. So as I was eating brunch, a friend called. We gabbed until I could not keep awake any further. I went into my room and fell asleep.

Almost 5 hours later... I realized the cats had not been fed!  The sun was down but they were still resting on my couches, told you they like my living room furniture! So I fed them, took some meds, watched some tv, ate dinner, and now before I turn off reality one last time today, I have to enter a post on my blog.

It's good exercise for my brain. I still have my issues like: typing the wrong words, misspelling words, writing fragmented sentences, and not quite using the shift key with a corresponding letter to make capitals adequately so I have to redo the letter over and over again until I get the intended capitalization.

Frustrating really when I remember a time that my brain-hand-eye coordination did not have so many idiosyncrasies.

In the last year, I have managed to re-obtain some of my better vocabulary words. So if you see $50 words, I am not being a bore. I am applying what I thought I had lost for so many years. 

Use it or lose it!

And I have got to lose some weight. I am not huge, but I am not where I want to be. I guess I really am going to have to cut out more sweets... damnit! I love chocolate. If I do not have chocolate, I am a scary, irritable person. 

So removing the carbs it is! hahaha!!! I like a paleo/atkins diet anyway so getting back to it should be no problem if I can still squeeze some treats here and there into the mix. I learned long ago that you cannot deprive yourself, but you cannot be a glutton either!

Okay, I am done for real this time. Stick a fork in me! Off to bed and dreams of a better future. One where I don't have to be so structured and wary. One in which I am once again free to roam wherever my spirited heart shall take me.

Have a gloriously good night!


Tuesday, December 24, 2013

Home Alone for the Holidays

That is one thing that upsets me about the holidays. Since I am chronically ill and no one wants to help me out: I am home alone for the holidays.

I have always been ultra responsible. Clean. Non-smoker. No drugs. No alcohol. 

I have taken care of everyone one else including their messes. When the tables were turned, good bye! and good luck! 

Even now I take care of other people's cats in the neighborhood. The man next door trapped and spayed a mother cat and her three babies. Then he stopped caring for them. One was so skinny and sickly, I scrounged up some food to give to her. Another sibling was ill and I had to give her up, my service cat, to the Humane Society to fix up and adopt out. (I so mourn for her everyday.) 

Then there's the man's renter. A drug addict with AIDS who doesn't help me out even when I demanded him to do so. I am left holding the bag and his grey, long-haired Russian Blue calico cat.

Four, 16lb bags of dry cat food, five bags of natural litter, and sixty cans of wet food a month to keep up everyone's cats on the block. Perhaps I should start a donation site and link it here so I can see if anyone can help me before I have to send half away to the Humane Society. I just cannot keep up.

So as I lay here in bed trying to stay warm, I am alone. The cats I do have inside love sleeping on my couches. They are great couches by the way, which I cover with towels. 

When my family left me, they left me with nothing. Literally. I had a bed, desk, computer chair. I believe that was all. They took everything else in the house including the appliances. 

My family was trying to further debase, torture, and punish me for being chronically and devastatingly ill. Part of which was their fault. They made me ill with black mold from a leaky sink. 

After not telling me for two years of the leak, I had to call for a handyman while I was trying to recover from the pesticide poisoning from my former employer... I was not a well woman to be doing anything. So my family left the black mold to grow in the particle board for seven months after I fixed the leak.

By the way, it takes less than an hour to remove the particle board from a sink cupboard... but that was too much to ask of my family.

By then, I was skeletal, allergic to practically everything because my immune system was already collapsed from the mercury poisoning. It just keeps getting better and better, doesn't it?

My inheritance was also confiscated by my family as I guess payment of taking care of me when I had taken care of them for over ten years. My bills apparently weren't as important as their bills. 

So I am here. I should probably get out my copy of Home Alone just to cheer me up. Well, that's if I still have it and it too wasn't already confiscated like so many of my other possessions were. 

OMG, how depressing... I must find something good.

I did get furniture eventually when I received my disability. I discovered I didn't have to go into chemical laden stores to shop for furniture. I was so happy! 

I found a furniture store across town that was an outlet of sorts. I got a beautiful two-tone dining table, six chairs, a couch, and sofa for a very reasonable price. Good furniture too. I believe it is called Ashley Signature Furniture. Of course, I paid the close-out prices! I didn't have much to spend. 

I did find another online store with discounted furniture and got a wonderful bedroom set. I never had a bedroom set before. It's the warm dark cherry wood. 

Okay, I turned the bad into good. Wheew! That was a close one. 

So I better go harass my kitties, steal one to watch a movie with me as I cannot wait to sleep to see if Sugar Plums really do dance in our heads!

Have a great and wonderful night! 


P.S... my Home Alone dvd is missing ;(




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