HOUSESITTING
So, those days I was gone I was housesitting at my parent's house, watching the 2 dogs & the 1 kitty. They had taken off because my mom's marching band was going to be in some of the Disney parades & also so that they could have Thanksgiving with some relatives in Arizona.
It was alittle boring there because they don't have the internet, but they do have cable tv & On Demand, so it wasn't all bad.
I had dragged my cat up there too so she wouldn't be lonely & she adjusted within afew hours & was pretty happy with the change. It was hard tending to both my place & their place & I got overwhelmed & it seemed like every day everything kept going wrong. I am so glad to be back at my place & since I have gotten home everything has been perfectly peaceful & pleasent. I really missed the peaceful & drama-free life I live.
HOARDING & CLUTTER
The hardest part about housesitting there is that my mom hoards things & piles up clutter & junk everywhere. Her house is one of those houses that is like a maze & obstacle coarse of junk & broken shit. You know, one of those houses that looks more like a storage unit then a home.
She has this crappy furniture she finds at garage sales that are broken that she insists she is going to fix, that have been their for years. She has dead plants that she is going to try to bring back to life or something. She still has our huge, old, wood paneled, box floor tv from the mid 80's that broke down in '93 that she insists "can be fixed". She has boxes & boxes of broken tiles for her non-exsistant mosaic hobby. She has boxes & stacks of magazines & newspapers she is "planning on reading someday". She has over 50 cups & mugs in her cupboard for just the two of them. Bleh.
Her whole house & back yard & garage is just one giant junk drawer. It is awful & makes me suicidal when I am there. Tripping & falling down & knocking shit over & breaking shit was a common everyday occurance. It just could not be avoided. It is just too damn crowded in that house to live. I broke lots of things & ended up threwing away stuff I thought was garbage that was supposedly "important".
OBSESSIONAL CLEANING
Every time I spend any amount of time there (or at anyone's house that is messy or cluttered), I come straight house & start packing up boxes to take to goodwill & scrubbing every inch of my home. I just go through every inch of my apartment & start throwing shit out & cleaning like crazy. This time (so far at least) I have thrown away one big garbage bag full of stuff that I was keeping "just in case I needed it someday" & I have decided to get rid of over 40 books that I thought I would read & haven't yet. I just don't want to be in my 50's & 60's & have all my stuff invading my space like that. I need to start now.
THE EX'S CLUTTER
I remember going to my last boyfriend's place for the first time & seeing all his stuff... boxes & boxes of collectible shit & just clutter. I remember thinking how this could never work. I completely feared living with him in the future. Even though it wasn't even nearly as close to being as bad as my mom's place or anything, I still really hated all his stuff!
TURKEY DAY
On Thanksgiving I went to my friend's grandparents house. There were a lot of people in the small house & I thought I might have a social anxiety meltdown, but I did not. I socialized & mingled & did very well & enjoyed it actually. All the girls brought up clothes they didn't want & we had a clothes exchange too. I got some cool shirts & stuff.
My stomach was ok too, luckily, so I ate almost as normally as everyone else does... I actually gained alittle weight that week. Probably from turkey day, but more likely because I was drinking pop everyday that week & I never drink pop. Stupid delicious vanilla cola!
Unfortunately, however, I had spaced out the fact that turkey, in large quantities, tends to give me extreme nausea & stomach cramps, which has always been true for me my whole life, even before all my stomach problems. But, I guess in all the social chaos & excitement, I forgot.
Oh yeah, my favorite food that day was these amazingly delicious stuffing muffin things my friend made, with cranberries & stuff... so goooood!
I have to say, this Thanksgiving was one of the best in years.
DOGS
One of the dogs I was sitting at the house, a black lab named Max, was completely annoying the whole time... getting into stuff, barking, whining, following me around & getting under foot, chewing shit up, etc. I just don't see how my parent's can live with him, day after day, year after year, constantly having to tell him no & watching him as closely as a toddler. He really causes a lot of drama & stress. I now am completely aware of that fact that a puppy that whines & cries & barks & yelps all day will more then likely turn into a 4 year old, 175 pound, adult dog that whines & cries & barks & yelps all day. I have completely decided that I never want a dog as a pet... EVER!
THE FURNACE MONSTER
Another thing that sucked was the furnace, to which I refer to as the furnace monster because it churns & bangs & sounds just like someone is breaking into the house or like an earthquake or armaggedon or something. I didn't sleep well at all because of this & on most nights was still up at 7 & 8am because it kept startling the shit out of me all night.
I tried ear plugs & loud fans & turning it down, but that didn't change the fact that it shook the whole house every few minutes. Not that it mattered because no matter what I put the thing at, it was always freezing cold in the house & I had to use 4 blankets & 3 comforters at night & I was still cold as shit. I just can't believe I grew up in that house, for all those years & years, with that furnace monster like that & all that coldness. I don't know what happened to that house. It is just really creepy now & cold & feels empty & sad.
DARK DAYS
I did, however, see some really good movies on cable & on On Demand these last few weeks. The best of them being [I}Dark Days. If you have not seen this movie, you really should. I really don't care much for documentaries, but this movie was amazing & I really haven't stopped thinking about it since I saw if a week ago.
THE LAST DAY OF HOUSESITTING
On the last day at my parent's house, as I was packing up to get out of that hell hole, I noticed that one of the dogs, Tish, was missing. We look around the back yard & saw that a board from the fence was down. That fence is completely falling apart & has been since the early 90's, I was under the assumption that it had been fixed by now & I hadn't thought to checked on the outside dog in two days or so. She is really a loner dog & I didn't think I needed to check on her. The last time I saw her was on Thanksgiving I think. She is still missing.
LOVE
I am feeling like soon it is time for me to start dating again. Which makes me excited, scared & horrified all at the same time.
SHYNESS ABOUT UPDATING & COMMENTING
Yeah right.
So, those days I was gone I was housesitting at my parent's house, watching the 2 dogs & the 1 kitty. They had taken off because my mom's marching band was going to be in some of the Disney parades & also so that they could have Thanksgiving with some relatives in Arizona.
It was alittle boring there because they don't have the internet, but they do have cable tv & On Demand, so it wasn't all bad.
I had dragged my cat up there too so she wouldn't be lonely & she adjusted within afew hours & was pretty happy with the change. It was hard tending to both my place & their place & I got overwhelmed & it seemed like every day everything kept going wrong. I am so glad to be back at my place & since I have gotten home everything has been perfectly peaceful & pleasent. I really missed the peaceful & drama-free life I live.
HOARDING & CLUTTER
The hardest part about housesitting there is that my mom hoards things & piles up clutter & junk everywhere. Her house is one of those houses that is like a maze & obstacle coarse of junk & broken shit. You know, one of those houses that looks more like a storage unit then a home.
She has this crappy furniture she finds at garage sales that are broken that she insists she is going to fix, that have been their for years. She has dead plants that she is going to try to bring back to life or something. She still has our huge, old, wood paneled, box floor tv from the mid 80's that broke down in '93 that she insists "can be fixed". She has boxes & boxes of broken tiles for her non-exsistant mosaic hobby. She has boxes & stacks of magazines & newspapers she is "planning on reading someday". She has over 50 cups & mugs in her cupboard for just the two of them. Bleh.
Her whole house & back yard & garage is just one giant junk drawer. It is awful & makes me suicidal when I am there. Tripping & falling down & knocking shit over & breaking shit was a common everyday occurance. It just could not be avoided. It is just too damn crowded in that house to live. I broke lots of things & ended up threwing away stuff I thought was garbage that was supposedly "important".
OBSESSIONAL CLEANING
Every time I spend any amount of time there (or at anyone's house that is messy or cluttered), I come straight house & start packing up boxes to take to goodwill & scrubbing every inch of my home. I just go through every inch of my apartment & start throwing shit out & cleaning like crazy. This time (so far at least) I have thrown away one big garbage bag full of stuff that I was keeping "just in case I needed it someday" & I have decided to get rid of over 40 books that I thought I would read & haven't yet. I just don't want to be in my 50's & 60's & have all my stuff invading my space like that. I need to start now.
THE EX'S CLUTTER
I remember going to my last boyfriend's place for the first time & seeing all his stuff... boxes & boxes of collectible shit & just clutter. I remember thinking how this could never work. I completely feared living with him in the future. Even though it wasn't even nearly as close to being as bad as my mom's place or anything, I still really hated all his stuff!
TURKEY DAY
On Thanksgiving I went to my friend's grandparents house. There were a lot of people in the small house & I thought I might have a social anxiety meltdown, but I did not. I socialized & mingled & did very well & enjoyed it actually. All the girls brought up clothes they didn't want & we had a clothes exchange too. I got some cool shirts & stuff.
My stomach was ok too, luckily, so I ate almost as normally as everyone else does... I actually gained alittle weight that week. Probably from turkey day, but more likely because I was drinking pop everyday that week & I never drink pop. Stupid delicious vanilla cola!
Unfortunately, however, I had spaced out the fact that turkey, in large quantities, tends to give me extreme nausea & stomach cramps, which has always been true for me my whole life, even before all my stomach problems. But, I guess in all the social chaos & excitement, I forgot.
Oh yeah, my favorite food that day was these amazingly delicious stuffing muffin things my friend made, with cranberries & stuff... so goooood!
I have to say, this Thanksgiving was one of the best in years.
DOGS
One of the dogs I was sitting at the house, a black lab named Max, was completely annoying the whole time... getting into stuff, barking, whining, following me around & getting under foot, chewing shit up, etc. I just don't see how my parent's can live with him, day after day, year after year, constantly having to tell him no & watching him as closely as a toddler. He really causes a lot of drama & stress. I now am completely aware of that fact that a puppy that whines & cries & barks & yelps all day will more then likely turn into a 4 year old, 175 pound, adult dog that whines & cries & barks & yelps all day. I have completely decided that I never want a dog as a pet... EVER!
THE FURNACE MONSTER
Another thing that sucked was the furnace, to which I refer to as the furnace monster because it churns & bangs & sounds just like someone is breaking into the house or like an earthquake or armaggedon or something. I didn't sleep well at all because of this & on most nights was still up at 7 & 8am because it kept startling the shit out of me all night.
I tried ear plugs & loud fans & turning it down, but that didn't change the fact that it shook the whole house every few minutes. Not that it mattered because no matter what I put the thing at, it was always freezing cold in the house & I had to use 4 blankets & 3 comforters at night & I was still cold as shit. I just can't believe I grew up in that house, for all those years & years, with that furnace monster like that & all that coldness. I don't know what happened to that house. It is just really creepy now & cold & feels empty & sad.
DARK DAYS
I did, however, see some really good movies on cable & on On Demand these last few weeks. The best of them being [I}Dark Days. If you have not seen this movie, you really should. I really don't care much for documentaries, but this movie was amazing & I really haven't stopped thinking about it since I saw if a week ago.
THE LAST DAY OF HOUSESITTING
On the last day at my parent's house, as I was packing up to get out of that hell hole, I noticed that one of the dogs, Tish, was missing. We look around the back yard & saw that a board from the fence was down. That fence is completely falling apart & has been since the early 90's, I was under the assumption that it had been fixed by now & I hadn't thought to checked on the outside dog in two days or so. She is really a loner dog & I didn't think I needed to check on her. The last time I saw her was on Thanksgiving I think. She is still missing.
LOVE
I am feeling like soon it is time for me to start dating again. Which makes me excited, scared & horrified all at the same time.
SHYNESS ABOUT UPDATING & COMMENTING
Yeah right.
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