Didn’t I say somewhere that I was not going to be stressed out right before my third golden birthday? What was I thinking? Here it is, my favorite season, my favorite month, and, as usual the shit cloud has been kicked up.
Bah.
I thought that right now, the condo would be sparkling clean, my health would be excellent, I would be at least halfway done with the Halloween costumes I need to make, and all would be right with the world.
*insert laughter here*
First of all, this damn fire-inspector from hell has thrown things off. The condo association set a clean-up day for Sunday (the 16th). Fine, whatever. Well, G gets a call Friday night that our neighbors (the ones who are freaking out that they will somehow get evicted over this) want to do it Saturday instead. Wow, thanks so much for the heads up. Then, they are all concerned over the placement of the stuff back there, and having nothing in the back room (we only needed to get rid of “combustibles”), yet are totally willing to half-ass replacing the cyclone door. (They totally insisted that they called all over and Menard’s was the only place that carried them, and they only had one kind. Bullshit. I’ve seen them with my own eyes.) So, the bulk of the fire inspection shit is done, but we still need to get rid of 25% of our stuff in general. I have been getting rid of things, I have no idea what 25% of our stuff amounts to, and no matter what I get rid of…it still looks the same to me.
As for the costumes…the woman who was selling candy apple red pvc skirts in plus sizes by the truckload seems to have dissappeared from e-bay. So, there went my big plan for fabric harvesting. The only things I have been able to find in the right color are either way overpriced, or would not yield enough fabric. Of course, pvc isn’t common to regular fabric stores, much less in candy apple red, so I will have to figure something out. Luckily, the pink I ordered off the internets is lovely. I just want to roll around on it and bask in its lovliness. Alas, it will (fingers crossed) soon be a Tokyo Mew Mew dress. I found pants I can turn into chaps for my costume, but, I watched the scene in the film where my costume appears last night. It is more elaborate than I though. I will need to hit ye olde fabric shoppe for more stuff. Mainly a crapload of cord for the lacing, and some seam tape for all the weird strappies. I am trying to figure out what I should construct the medical-looking waist cincher out of…I will have to peruse for that. I also need to get a grommet setter. I keep finding excuses not to buy one, but with some of the stuff on my project list, it will be a necessity, so I may as well just get around to buying it now. I will also need to butcher the tank tops I bought a little more than I thought. I remembered all the basics perfectily…the details slipped my mind. Oh, and I realized taht she is wearing two kinds of hospital bracelets in teh film. Crap. I already ordered the kind I thought they all were…sicne they come in lots of 500…I will stick with those. Hopefully no one else at my party or the other costumed events we are going to will be the sticklers for accuracy I am. Because, then I would be screwed.
Also, my back is still really hurting. G called and left a message for our current chiropractor to look at it, but we haven’t heard back yet. I am hoping it is easily fixed. I was trying to wait it out, thinking it would get better on its own, but that appears to be a no-go. So, at the insisting of my friends who were lecturing me this weekend, I am trying to get it taken care of. Otherwise, painkillers may be needed to get me through the weekend. Not good.
On the bright side, I have made a considerable dent in the laundry pile. Once I am done, Neither of us will be allowed to dirty anything else. So, we’d better hit the gym as to not freak anyone out when we are strolling about in the buff. If we could toilet train the cats…my two most hated chores would be a thing of the past.
Well, now that I’ve vented all my frustrations…I shall take a nap. I am wiped, and still have to work a full shift at the main job.