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One woman’s trash

Wall heaterA major victory was accomplished last week.

The old Peerless wall heater that has been haunting my basement is out the door and on to a new life.

This heater ran on natural gas. I had it disconnected by professionals about a year ago.

Finally, my partner-in-crime and I wrenched it from its wall, used a Shop Vac to blow out years of dust, dog fur and dreadfulness, hauled it up to the garage, and listed it on Bis-Man online.

I didn’t know if it worked. I asked $25. And I sold it in a couple of days.

The man who wanted it was hot-to-trot. I could tell he was worried somebody else would get to it before him. He planned to use it in his garage. I really hope it worked for him.

Wall heater

Wall heater in the basement bedroom where the kitties live.

The biggest reason I was so ready to finally get rid of it was because the kitties had learned how to escape their room through the hole below it.

I awoke one morning a couple months ago to a very scared and mournful screaming. Sweet Pea had gotten out and apparently couldn’t remember how to get back into the room with Basil. So, I reinforced the cardboard that had been keeping them in, and went about my life.

A couple weeks ago, two days before their surgeries, I went downstairs to check on them. Normally when I open the door to their room, they both come bursting out ready for food and pets.

This time, only Basil was there. I looked in the room, fearful that Sweet Pea had found the wire underneath the heater and had chewed her way to an electrocution.

No Sweet Pea.

I went into the laundry room, which was the room to which the hole would lead. The door was closed, which meant if Sweet Pea was in there, there was nowhere for her to go. My laundry, etc., was scattered everywhere. No Sweet Pea.

I looked to the ceiling. I had been hearing weird sounds in the furnace ducts. Did she somehow find her way there? No way.

I went out of the laundry room and back to their room. On the way, I found Sweet Pea.

I reinforced the cardboard, and went to the laundry room to see how long it would take her to escape once again.

Less than two minutes.

Wall heater

You can see the rug.

So I shoved an old rug in the hole and hoped for the best.

That worked, but I knew it wouldn’t work forever.

Now, the heater is gone, the entire hole is filled with impenetrable sheet rock, and the room is secured.


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Clean up and abandonment



This is a story that began one-and-a-half years ago. I chose today’s topic because of what I’m wearing.

You may remember The Rent is Too Damn High party. If you’ve read any of my previous posts, you understand why I identified with name of the party, if not its champion, Jimmy McMillan’s, ideology.

One of my favorite websites,, offered a T-shirt that was made for me. I bought it in the midst of my house hunt, and swore to wear it on the day I left my apartment for good.

I wore the T-shirt on the day I finally turned over the keys on an apartment I had lived in for eight years.

You may note I’m wearing a winter coat in that photo. It was New Year’s Eve 2010. I took that photo inside my new house, already anticipating this particular blog post.

temp and time

It was a cold and snowy winter.

new blinds

I even replaced the blinds in my bedroom with new ones from Walmart. They cost less than $10. The originals were extremely dusty.

I spent quite a bit of time cleaning my apartment. I was so worried they wouldn’t give me my full deposit because something was dirty.

I had felt so taken advantage of by Goldmark that I didn’t want to give them any reason to keep any of my money. I cleaned every square inch, including the walls.

I hired my own carpet cleaner because they were going to take $100 out of my deposit to hire one for me. I vowed to find a carpet cleaner for cheaper than that.

Remember the note I posted in this post?

On the Spot Carpet Cleaning actually cleaned my carpets for less than they had quoted because my carpets were so clean to begin with. I believe I paid $60. Read the rest of this entry »

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Clutter anxiety for the generally not-so-neat Nelly

Those first few months after moving in to my place were stressful to me. I didn’t have a schedule or routine to follow. I have never been one who needed that sort of thing, or so I thought. I misplaced my keys, coat, shoes… just leaving my house was pretty stressful until I figured out a rhyme and reason for departure.

Office clutter

Makes me want to scream.

One room I had to allow to remain cluttered was the office.

That’s where all the unpacked boxes with all the nonessentials went. Except I remember spending lots o’ precious time opening and closing all the boxes on these piles over and over looking for things. I would sometimes open and close every single one of them, just to start over again.

My Christmas gifts were not wrapped until late late on Christmas Eve because I couldn’t find the ribbons. Remember, I had moved in mere days before the holiday.

Office clutter

At one time, I really thought I would like to store my shoes in my office. Really?

Of course, the boxes were unpacked slowly but surely. I went to Lowes and bought a fun ladder shelf and bins to organize my office items into.

Office clutter

Starting to come together.

And note the lovely color on the wall. Still blue, but much less chalky and dark. Eventually, I’d like to refinish the floor, perhaps. I do love the real hardwood in here.

Office furniture

So needed.

And I got a desk and office chair for my birthday, which I now sit at to pay bills, and look at Pinterest and Facebook.

Give me some time and I’ll take a couple photos of my office all pulled together now (giggle) and clutter free (HAHAHAHA)…

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Undoing the sub-mediocre

My headline today is supposed to mean: There is quite a bit in my house done by previous owners that was less than good enough. However, while I’m fixing bad workmanship, I’m not going overboard. I’m certainly not putting the best-of-the-best into my house. It simply wouldn’t make sense financially. But my boyfriend and I are putting the best of our elbow grease into it. We’re doing the best we know how, and sometimes I call in the professionals.

electrical outlet


Check out this electrical outlet in the guest bedroom, for example. This is how all the outlets were in that room. As I was repainting the room, you could tell it had been painted many different colors in the past. But don’t you think this is the very highest level of laziness, to just paint over the outlets to the point you can’t use them?

I think it’s despicable. I called in the electrician, who has replaced many of these, and installed them the right side up, to boot.

Also, I believe it was Christmas Eve 2010 when I painted many of my closets. The living room closet was the most gratifying. You can see the closet here, closed of course. I didn’t get before and after photos, which I’m still angry about today. But I do believe that closet had never been repainted since 1964. Coating it with fresh paint was akin to… well… something I can’t compare it to now, but just a whole new feeling of refreshment and rejuvenation. Ahhhh….

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Unwanted: Christmas Eve fowl

This Christmas Eve is quite different from Christmas Eve 2010 in a couple ways. Number one: We have zero snow on the ground. Number two: There isn’t a bird flying around my house.

Living room

One of my favorite purchases from Hobby Lobby ever.

I had been living here for mere days, and was getting dressed up to head to Christmas Eve church service.

I was in my bedroom when I heard a loud bang. Like something crashed through my living room window.

I stepped out from the bedroom and saw a little brown bird frantically flying around my living room.

I freaked out. Just freaked out. I ran back into my bedroom and closed the door.

I knew this was not a killer bird, but it was losing its mind with fright. I called my boyfriend, who patiently listened and said, “Well, you’re gonna to have to shoo it outside. I don’t know what else to tell you.”

It was time to put on my big girl pants and shoo a wild bird. I cracked open the door to see the little bird hopping down my hallway. I slammed the door shut. I needed protection. That’s when I remembered some older drapes that hadn’t been hung, but were in my living room. I realized if I could get to them, I could drape them over my head.

I darted out, got the drapes, and darted back into my room. I put the drapes over my head and shoulders, crouched down, and headed out for combat.

I didn’t know where the bird was at this point, but I opened my front door. Can you imagine the sight my neighbors had at that point?

I then chased the bird from my kitchen, back to my living room, and eventually out the front door.

We all speculated about how the bird got into my house. I walked around my entire basement to see if there was an unknown nest somewhere. Nothing. We eventually decided it had flown in through my garage when I was moving presents into my car.

But it would be months later when we finally found the truth. You’ll have to watch this blog for later posts on that.

Nonetheless, here’s a shot of my living room today. All painted, furnished and decorated. Yes, I had that leather couch here when the bird was here. No droppings anywhere that day.

Living room

You'll note Christmas decor hanging on my floor lamp. Also, the blinds are my work and will be documented later.

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Toning down the blues

My master bedroom was the next room I finished painting, but I did not take any pictures of that. I can tell you I painted it in “Pearls and Lace.” It wasn’t until I started painting that I realized the original color in that room was a very light pistachio.

Office being painted

The middle bedroom. I named it "The Office."

Of course, getting all these rooms, ceilings and closets painted was a bit of a dance. Ceiling finished in living room; then ceiling finished in master bedroom; then first coat finished in living room; then first coat in master bedroom; then ceiling in office; and so on.

I quickly identified the middle bedroom as my office. Oh man, I could not wait to have an office with a desk and space to pay bills and sit and look at the computer. Really, until you live in a small apartment for many years you cannot understand how exciting this prospect is.

I believe this room must’ve been a young boy’s, only because the color was a very matte blue. I decided to stick with blue, just to mix things up. My master bedroom and guest bedroom were both going to be a nice creamy color.

Office being painted

It was right over there by the closet that I accidentally spilled A LOT of paint on that beautiful hardwood floor. Thank goodness I was able to wipe it up quickly.

This is the only room in the house in which the hardwood floor is exposed. The floor in the office is not in perfect condition, but it has promise to be refinished. There is also hardwood under the carpet in the guest bedroom, and, I believe, in the hallway. I can only guess that there is also hardwood in the living room and master bedroom underneath the laminate.

Office being painted

This picture faces out into the hallway. The walls out there were the same tan as in the living room. I painted them "Delicate White" to open it up a bit.

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