They came and shampooed it! The ceiling and walls are still water damaged but they came and took care of the floors, and dayum! They look nice. It does seem a little odd to me that they would fix the carpets before ceiling and walls. Won’t that make a pretty big mess with all the paint and spackle and the falling of all the wood and bits? And won’t that lead to my floors being messy and them having to re-clean them? And won’t they be even cleaner after that? Yes they will. So why am I complaining? Shit.

I must make it up to the cute bunny Gods by posting yet another cute bunny pic!

A FLOOD!

I was at the hospital all day with my dad and when I got home it smelled funny and it sounded like the bathtub was running. I went into the bathrooms and they were FLOODED. It was all coming from the ceiling. I guess in the apartment upstairs something went wonky and exploded and it all came down on my place.

I called maintenence right away and they are upstairs supposedly fixing the leak. I dunno… it’s been a good hour and the water is still pouring down.

It’s all musty and gross. The water has leaked across nearly the whole house. I can’t wait for them to come suck my carpet. Wait that sounds nasty… but I think I’ll leave it. I hope they plan on mopping the flors up too! I don’t wanna have to fix any of this.

 
Here’s the carpet all the way out to the living room, you can see how if you step on the carpet it’s all water…. hence the foot prints…

all the way around the whole house

And here is a bathroom floor. Can you see the lights reflecting off the inches of water?

And my bathroom. Poor pitiful roll of TP laying on the ground soaking wet shows how deep it was.

Nothing was actually damaged as far as I can tell like electronics or our furniture. Maybe we’ll get new carpet out of it. Ah, the one good thing about apartment living.

I’ve got the sewing bug again. My friend and I did some stuff the other night and she made Ellie a dress. It turned out pretty nice and I really want to start sewing again.

I was putting some snaps on diapers we were making and now my snapping muscle is sore. If you don’t know what a snapping muscle is it’s a muscle in your upper arm it’s on the inside of your arm near your arm pit running down to your elbow. If you apply more than 20 snaps to a home made diaper your rarely used snapping muscle will be sore in the morning! I guarentee this.

My head is all full of clothing ideas for Ellie. I can’t wait to buy some material!

I have ants in my kitchen. I wouldn’t mind them so much, I mean they are picking shit off the ground and taking it out for me and who around here is going to do that if it’s not the ants?

So that part is awesome, but besides that they are bitches. They bite the crap out of my feet and hands! The little pissers hate it when you spray them with raid, that’s for sure. Seriously they won’t go away! It’s been a good month and they will not die! No matter how many I kill, I swear I must have sprayed the crap out of 10,000 of those buggers. But they keep coming in every night and for what??? I have nothing on my floor! They like to pretend though. They gather around an invisible spot and pretend there’s sugar there or something. They are just coming in for the free air conditioning I know it.

So tonight I put down ant bait and they went straight for it! I am complete ecstatic watching them run into that house and eat up the poison! I see them coming out with big chunks of it to take home and it makes me giggle! Die die die!! One might think I was being a little dramatic but one might want to have a sea of ants on their floor every day for a month circling around absolutely NOTHING! So one might also want to shut their mouth before one gets it punched. I could understand if I had food and crap all over the place but there isn’t!  I don’t deserve the little pests at all and I will giggle until that whole little death trap is empty.

So ya ants… and project runway is back! That makes me happy. Ants=bad. Project Runway= good. I watched the first episode tonight, I think it will be a good season. I’m off to watch more ants die!

Well for clothes at least. Anything else out there is certainly buyable. I’m good at spending money. If you ever need me to spend some for you I readily volunteer.

I can walk into a store and in 10 minutes find 20 things I want to wear. But I can’t pick out ANYTHING online. If I can’t see it in person I don’t actually understand how it looks.

Bieng sick is the best and worst thing ever. I feel like I have an excuse to sit on my but and complain. Which honestly is about my most favorite thing in the world. Who doesn’t want to be a big whiney baby for a day, when no one can do anything about it or be mean to you because “you’re sick”.

Roll your eyes all you want but you will go get me a 7-up and box of tissues! Oh the house is trached? That sucks, too bad I was too sick to pick anything up. Grocery shopping? No, no I don’t think so I need to lay here on the couch and watch old episodes of Friends, thank you.

But it also sucks monkey balls because every other breath I take makes me wheeze and cough, which makes me gag, which makes me barf, which makes me pee. Ah yes the lovely bladder control issues I’m experiencing at the moment. And I can’t stand up or do anything without feeling completely exhausted and useless.

Really it’s not my fault that I lay there and cry at people. I can’t help it. I need sick days too.

I sent it in 9 days ago.

It’s been “in repair” for 6 days now.

I want it back so bad.

I might cry.

Can anyone tell me the price of tortillas on the shelf? The answer is no. And if you answered yes you are either magic, or a liar. 

Waking up at 6 am.

Puke

Being alive.

Nothing like someone coming over to motivate you to clean. At least one room in my house has been a pit for the last 2 months. But now It’s close to perfect! I love how a clean house smells and feels and looks. I really wish it could be this way forever.

The problem is the other people living here. If I got rid of them I’m sure it would stay like this. I just need to kill off my family! Maybe not kill…. sell. No one would buy them though that’s the problem. Maybe I’ll put them on craigslist under the free section.

Oh wait they could be reading this. I love you!!!!!!