Searching


It’s so hard to find an apartment or basement suite to rent from because I have a cat or I’m not quiet like they ask because I have a child and the fact that I sing a lot. I don’t believe that’s quiet, Ha! I’m hoping to move soon but it’s not looking so good. I found a few I’m really interested in but their always followed by a, “NO” or even no response at all which is kind of harsh because they can at least say no. Or better yet say something more kind before they say no.

I hate moving, I used to love it when I was younger but back then I wasn’t the one searching and setting things up like trucks and what not so it’s understandable why I liked it. All I had to do was unpack my stuff when I got to it. Though I also helped load my boxes in and out of the truck, I liked doing that but back then my brother would take them from my hands and say their too heavy. I was the princess of the family. Ha! “Don’t dent a nail.” Well not quite that kind of princess, this isn’t legally blond. More like, “You might hurt yourself.” Then I’d sit by the truck and get passed bags to bring in, but only if they were pillows or blankets, Ha!

Little do they know I lifted a double bed box spring and mattress when I was 17 over my head and leaned it against my bedroom wall every day so I could create dance routines. Ha! Also when I was 23 I set up a huge glass table by myself and that glass was very heavy. I mean so heavy I needed help so I got my chair one and two to help me out. Isn’t that an image? they were good helpers besides the fact that they kept sliding from the weight of the glass when I tried lifting it onto the frame. That must have taken me a half our or so to get that glass up there, but I did it. With out a scratch on me, ha! I mean the table. 😉

So here I am to move again and into a smaller place which might be nice, maybe I’ll feel a bit safer in a smaller place, I used to like my last place cause it was small, though I hated the laundry and the no storage part because my living room was my storage room and that was bad. I hated that immensely because it made clutter and I am one of those people who hates me some clutter. Ha!

Hopefully soon I will find a really good place to live and I can get some new furniture I need for it, Sofa, Tv, Tv stand, new table and chair, a desk, two dressers and a freezer.

Oye and it wouldn’t be bad to have some night stands for my bedroom. I really need to invest in a bedroom set one of these days. I’ve never actually had a set before. The kind of sofa I want and have always wanted is a red leather one with a matching chair. Mmm I dream of that.

Broken Glass


A sound of shatter, pieces scatter

unwanted mess on a carpet of glass

sharp and sudden, the noise gives a startle

to my wondering eyes, “oh gawd, its shattered glass!” RUN!

broken glass Pictures, Images and Photos

There is nothing more annoying than the breaking of glass, sure it sounds wonderful to the ear. Ha! boink. It is quite messy to clean up and if you miss a piece it is a big deal, you could be walking around with a big piece of sharp ouch the whole day and painting the carpet red, on your way out. “Who wants that” Especially when your sister faints at the sight of blood and it looks like evidence a vampire was present and guests will slowly be lining up thinking Edwards there.

Actually… Nawww

I don’t like cleaning up glass, it’s aggregating because I have to become some detector with my eyes to find every piece. Although cleaning up glass is more enjoyable than cleaning up broken eggs on a laminate floor.

Wouldn’t you agree?