Okay today I won't bore you with the details of the death of a fish, instead I shall regale you with this little conundrum.
Imagine, it's around 10 pm on December 30th, and you are on your way home. You decide to cut through one of the local high school parking lots, and as you walk towards home, you realize there's a rather large mass lying on the ground up ahead. You move cautiously towards it and find that you've just stumbled across a dead body. You call for the police, and while you wait, you take some time to do some amateur sleuthing.
Your victim is a large man, who looks to be in his mid to late 50's. He's lying on his back dressed in a t-shirt and ball cap. He has a big gaping hole in his chest...so you are pretty sure he died from this chest wound. Nearby you see a pearl-handled revolver...obviously the weapon that caused that hole in his chest.
For some reason the person seems familiar to you, but you can't put your finger on. As the time slowly ticks by, you get antsy waiting for the police to arrive, so you decide to take your detective work a bit farther and you take the end of your pen and rifle through the victim's pants. His one pant pocket contains a 4 dollar betting slip, time stamped 4.44 pm for that day for the Delta Downs. You hear the police sirens coming closer, so you push the slip back in his pocket and settle back to wait.
The police take your contact information, but they don't seem too interested in your theories, so you head home hoping someone will be up to hear your extraordinary tale.
The next morning you get up early and rush outside to grab the paper, wondering if there's been any mention of you finding the body. Sure enough, the headlines are all about the body...but sadly no mention of you!
Anyway, you find out the reason the victim seemed familiar is because he just happens to be the newly elected mayor of your city. Thinking back you recall this jovial fellow tooling around on his Harley Davidson dressed in leather pants and chaps. He was always very popular, and you are kicking yourself for not recognizing him (A tip to the local paper would have been worth a C- note at the very least).
The paper notes that his last day was a rather sad one, as it coincided with being his first day on the job as Mayor of the city. Apparently he spent the morning with the outgoing mayor. First on the list was to learn how to arm and disarm the alarm system, then how to raise and lower the U.S. flag. After that he ordered a new mayoral letterhead and a button-down shirt embroidered with his name and "Mayor". Finally the two men ambled outside to lower the flag to half mast in honour of Gerald Ford.
Later that day he stopped by the Delta Downs for one of his favorite past times...a wee bit of gambling. After that, the next time anyone spotted him, it was you, seeing him dead in the parking lot of his old alma mater.
The coroner's report shows that the mayor was shot in the chest. There were deep soot impressions on the body, leading to a conclusion that the wound was self inflicted. Apparently, although it is more common for suicide victims to shoot themselves in the head, it is not uncommon for chest shots either.
Upon further investigation you find that the victim was to be sworn in as Mayor only a few days later, and had left no suicide notes, or telltale preparations to indicate he was going to do away with himself.
So now you, my little Sherlock Holmes, tell me, is this Murder or Suicide....
Need a hint?
Okay maybe it would be of interest to you that.....
1) The police found the body Saturday night around 10pm, and initially ruled it a homicide and was investigating.
2) By Tuesday afternoon the police officially ruled the death a suicide.
3) Family members objected to this quick conclusion and asked that State Police intervene and take the investigation over from the local Sheriff's department.
4) Initially the Sheriff's department said there was no need to involve the State Police but quickly offered to turn the body and investigation over to them.
So now do you know...or need some more hints?
Okay....
1) The town has a population of approximately 4500 people
2) There population is approximately 80% Caucasian
3) The new mayor was the first ever African American elected to the mayoral office
4) The new mayor was overwhelmingly elected by something like 69% of the total vote.
Now have you figured it out? If so, please immediately contact the Westlake Louisiana Sheriff's department to tell them you've deduced the real cause of death of Gerald Washington, age 57, the town's newest and most recently deceases mayor. Personally, I'm not willing to risk even a dollar saying this was suicide, although I'm not willing to risk a dollar saying it was racially motivated either.
What do you think?
-Swapna
Friday, January 05, 2007
Thursday, January 04, 2007
Murder or Accidental Death...You Decide
I woke early yesterday, so early it was still dark outside. One of those days when you dread rolling out of bed because you know something bad is going to happen. But, being the sucker I am for punishment, I jumped up anyway. About two hours later, I was finally ready to venture upstairs. (No I don't take that long to get ready, I worked out first:P) Anyway, I headed upstairs, grabbed myself a cup of tea, and fed the cats. The I moved into the sun room to sit down and do some writing when I saw him. Normally I wouldn't even have noticed anything was wrong, but I slopped some hot tea on my way in, so I happened to glance his way and noticed he was listing slightly to the left. Again, this isn't that abnormal for him, he often is kinda rolled over on his side, swaying slightly, but that morning he was still, very, very still, and well, nose down.
I knew the day would come, but I had expected to find him floating belly up, not nose dived down among the fake plants, his pretty tail swaying gently in the water. Poor Konji, at first I wasn't even sure he was dead. I tapped on the glass, expecting him to sidle up and slide along the bowl as if he were caressing me, but nope...nothing. Dead fish, dead dead dead dead!
I really was sad, although it didn't last that long before I decided I should have a funeral. Of course I also wanted to examine the body. I had heard these bettas live 3 or 4 years and I had only had poor Konji for a year. So, I grabbed the vase (don't judge me you 10 gallon aquarium owning bastards, I just read the write up in Wikipedia!) and headed for the sink, where I proceeded to pour Konji out into a tiny little fish net.
Now what followed really should be preceeded with a little explanation. First, the betta has a labyrinth organ which allows it to take in oxygen from the surface air, similar to the human lung, so if a betta can't reach the surface of the water, the betta will suffocate in a matter of hours.
Hmm I think I should just post the official autopsy report now:
AUTOPSY REPORT 04/02/07
case 4444444
I performed an autopsy on the body of Matimaihimo, Konji Nu Wai Ashiko at the KITCHEN SINK DEPARTMENT OF HOME FISHERIES, Saskatoon, Saskatchewan on January 3, 2007 at approximately 0900 Hours.
From the anatomic findings and pertinent history, I ascribe the death to:
Suffocation Due to Or As a Consequence of
_____________________________________
Anatomical Summary:
Upon physical examination it was found that the body was consistent with that of a healthy male betta of approximately 1 to 1.3 years of age.
Rigor mortis had set in, and the victim's mouth seemed to have an unusual grimace or down-turned appearance.
There were no visible signs of physical struggle or injury.
NOTES AND PROCEDURES:
The body is described as that found in a Standard Anatomical Position for newly deceased fish. Due to the lack of floatation, it was determined that the fish could not have been dead for more than a few hours. Reference is to this position only.
Any injuries to the body surface are post mortem and as a result of autopsy procedures only.
Body temperature was unable to be obtained, mainly because I only have a meat thermometer, and attempting to insert that into the victim's body, would have resulted in ripping the body apart.
EXTERNAL EXAMINATION
The body is that of a well developed, well nourished colored betta splendans, stated to be just under one year old. The body weighs almost nothing and was covered in a colorful variety of scales that would best be described as teal. The outer body was slightly textured, although the feel of this was reduced partially due to a small coating of slime. Although it should be noted that the sliminess was not of the gross variety that makes you scream and gag, but was rather more like a normal amount of slime, not unlike the coating of freshly peeled lychee nut, and is most probably normal for a fish.
At first glance there appeared to be a whitish tint to the gill area, however, upon closer examination this was seen to be a patch of silvery scales that would normally not be seen and again is most probably a normal variant and actually quite pretty.
The head is normocephalic, and the nose/snout and eyes are not remarkable. The mouth of the victim was found to be down turned, rather like an unhappy fish, which in itself is remarkable, particularly since we know from previous case history that this fish was extremely well loved, cared and nurtured and was known for his happy demeanour.
Examination of the anterior and posterior surface of the trunk is not remarkable.
CLOTHING
There were no articles of clothing, and while this can be disturbing, it is not likely that this was a sexual crime and appears to be a natural state for the victim.
EVIDENCE OF THERAPEUTIC INTERVENTION
None
EVIDENCE OF INJURY
1. Upon closer examination of the victim's mouth, it was found that a small piece of brine shrimp was lodged in the anterior portion. This piece did not appear macerated and mushy, but could or regurgitated.
Opinion - The piece of brine shrimp could have been sucked into the victim's mouth if he were gasping for air, or alternatively, could have been causing the victim to choke, although this is less likely since it did not appear to have been chewed or mushed in any manner.
2. Upon opening of the body cavity, a small cloud of noxious substance was released into the air, causing the coroner a moment of confusion, quickly replaced by deep inhalations and a fleeting second of happiness.
Opinion - Upon reflection, it can only be concluded that a small amount of nicotine laced air was being held in the victim's lung like organ and was released upon autopsy.
TOXICOLOGY
The victim's body was ravaged with nicotine and tar, although the lung like organ seemed to have adapted itself to this condition and had apparently further adapted to become a chamber housing highly addictive substances and noxious fumes.
HISTOLOGY
Inconclusive due to the fact the small slice of fish I took for staining was swiped from my hand and quickly swallowed by another resident of the victim's household. (Charges for obstruction of justice are pending against one Tinka Padmanabh)
Serology and Radiology - not applicable
CONCLUSION:
This unfortunate male betta was victim of bizarre circumstances. Having been moved from an miserable existence at Pet Cetera, he was brought back to life in the Padmanabh household. There, by all accounts, he began to thrive in his new environment although he was forced to live in the smoke filled haze created by a chain smoking owner. Having adapted to these living conditions, the victim then became addicted to second hand smoke, and his natural ability to adapt to changing circumstance led to a heightened advancement in lung capacity for this fish. After months of living in such conditions, his already amazing lung-like organ created a super advanced labyrinth-like webbing to absorb and hold nicotine. This allowed the victim to release nicotine into his bloodstream whenever the said chain-smoking owner was no longer present. However, after 4 days of not being exposed to a nicotine induced haze, the advanced labyrinth-like webbing of the lung-like organ was depleted of almost all of its nicotine and tar. At this point, the victim was most likely rather cranky and irritable, which would account for the down-turned, almost angry like grimace noted by the coroner, and would have begun to take large gasping like breaths, in order to try and find nicotine in the outside air. It is my opinion that during one of these large gasping like paroxysms, the victim most likely accidentally sucked up a large piece of brine shrimp and died.
Cause of death is thereby deemed to be accidental choking and no charges will be laid.
Dated this 4th day of January, 2007
Coroner: Swapna Padmanabh
Witnessed by:
Olivya (Oli)
Tinka (now in custody)
So there you have it, the tragic circumstances surrounding Konji's death. I'm still in a state of shock, and although I immediately wanted to run out and find a replacement for my loss, I held back. At this time, we the family, are contemplating suing a big tobacco company in the hopes that his death can be put down to withdrawal symptoms or at the very least a complication from second hand smoke. Anyone willing to support us in our petition is asked to send money via paypal (we expected the process to be long and drawn out), and we extend our gratitude to you in advance.
Love,
Swapna, Oli, Tinka, and Konji if only he were here.
I knew the day would come, but I had expected to find him floating belly up, not nose dived down among the fake plants, his pretty tail swaying gently in the water. Poor Konji, at first I wasn't even sure he was dead. I tapped on the glass, expecting him to sidle up and slide along the bowl as if he were caressing me, but nope...nothing. Dead fish, dead dead dead dead!
I really was sad, although it didn't last that long before I decided I should have a funeral. Of course I also wanted to examine the body. I had heard these bettas live 3 or 4 years and I had only had poor Konji for a year. So, I grabbed the vase (don't judge me you 10 gallon aquarium owning bastards, I just read the write up in Wikipedia!) and headed for the sink, where I proceeded to pour Konji out into a tiny little fish net.
Now what followed really should be preceeded with a little explanation. First, the betta has a labyrinth organ which allows it to take in oxygen from the surface air, similar to the human lung, so if a betta can't reach the surface of the water, the betta will suffocate in a matter of hours.
There is a well known story out there, about how bettas live in mud puddles and actually prefer stagnant water and small enclosed spaces, but according to wikipedia, that is a stereotype. Btw, it kind of cracks me up that we stereotype fish..but anyway, the truth is that normally bettas live in vast paddies, and the puddle myth originates from the fact that during the dry season, the paddies can dry out into small patches of water. However, that is not their natural habitat, nor is it a normal state of affair, and in the wild, fish trapped in such puddles are likely to die in a short period of time when they dry out. BUT!!! it is true that they can live outside of water for a period of time, unlike most other fish.
Hmm I think I should just post the official autopsy report now:
AUTOPSY REPORT 04/02/07
case 4444444
I performed an autopsy on the body of Matimaihimo, Konji Nu Wai Ashiko at the KITCHEN SINK DEPARTMENT OF HOME FISHERIES, Saskatoon, Saskatchewan on January 3, 2007 at approximately 0900 Hours.
From the anatomic findings and pertinent history, I ascribe the death to:
Suffocation Due to Or As a Consequence of
_____________________________________
Anatomical Summary:
Upon physical examination it was found that the body was consistent with that of a healthy male betta of approximately 1 to 1.3 years of age.
Rigor mortis had set in, and the victim's mouth seemed to have an unusual grimace or down-turned appearance.
There were no visible signs of physical struggle or injury.
NOTES AND PROCEDURES:
The body is described as that found in a Standard Anatomical Position for newly deceased fish. Due to the lack of floatation, it was determined that the fish could not have been dead for more than a few hours. Reference is to this position only.
Any injuries to the body surface are post mortem and as a result of autopsy procedures only.
Body temperature was unable to be obtained, mainly because I only have a meat thermometer, and attempting to insert that into the victim's body, would have resulted in ripping the body apart.
EXTERNAL EXAMINATION
The body is that of a well developed, well nourished colored betta splendans, stated to be just under one year old. The body weighs almost nothing and was covered in a colorful variety of scales that would best be described as teal. The outer body was slightly textured, although the feel of this was reduced partially due to a small coating of slime. Although it should be noted that the sliminess was not of the gross variety that makes you scream and gag, but was rather more like a normal amount of slime, not unlike the coating of freshly peeled lychee nut, and is most probably normal for a fish.
At first glance there appeared to be a whitish tint to the gill area, however, upon closer examination this was seen to be a patch of silvery scales that would normally not be seen and again is most probably a normal variant and actually quite pretty.
The head is normocephalic, and the nose/snout and eyes are not remarkable. The mouth of the victim was found to be down turned, rather like an unhappy fish, which in itself is remarkable, particularly since we know from previous case history that this fish was extremely well loved, cared and nurtured and was known for his happy demeanour.
Examination of the anterior and posterior surface of the trunk is not remarkable.
CLOTHING
There were no articles of clothing, and while this can be disturbing, it is not likely that this was a sexual crime and appears to be a natural state for the victim.
EVIDENCE OF THERAPEUTIC INTERVENTION
None
EVIDENCE OF INJURY
1. Upon closer examination of the victim's mouth, it was found that a small piece of brine shrimp was lodged in the anterior portion. This piece did not appear macerated and mushy, but could or regurgitated.
Opinion - The piece of brine shrimp could have been sucked into the victim's mouth if he were gasping for air, or alternatively, could have been causing the victim to choke, although this is less likely since it did not appear to have been chewed or mushed in any manner.
2. Upon opening of the body cavity, a small cloud of noxious substance was released into the air, causing the coroner a moment of confusion, quickly replaced by deep inhalations and a fleeting second of happiness.
Opinion - Upon reflection, it can only be concluded that a small amount of nicotine laced air was being held in the victim's lung like organ and was released upon autopsy.
TOXICOLOGY
The victim's body was ravaged with nicotine and tar, although the lung like organ seemed to have adapted itself to this condition and had apparently further adapted to become a chamber housing highly addictive substances and noxious fumes.
HISTOLOGY
Inconclusive due to the fact the small slice of fish I took for staining was swiped from my hand and quickly swallowed by another resident of the victim's household. (Charges for obstruction of justice are pending against one Tinka Padmanabh)
Serology and Radiology - not applicable
CONCLUSION:
This unfortunate male betta was victim of bizarre circumstances. Having been moved from an miserable existence at Pet Cetera, he was brought back to life in the Padmanabh household. There, by all accounts, he began to thrive in his new environment although he was forced to live in the smoke filled haze created by a chain smoking owner. Having adapted to these living conditions, the victim then became addicted to second hand smoke, and his natural ability to adapt to changing circumstance led to a heightened advancement in lung capacity for this fish. After months of living in such conditions, his already amazing lung-like organ created a super advanced labyrinth-like webbing to absorb and hold nicotine. This allowed the victim to release nicotine into his bloodstream whenever the said chain-smoking owner was no longer present. However, after 4 days of not being exposed to a nicotine induced haze, the advanced labyrinth-like webbing of the lung-like organ was depleted of almost all of its nicotine and tar. At this point, the victim was most likely rather cranky and irritable, which would account for the down-turned, almost angry like grimace noted by the coroner, and would have begun to take large gasping like breaths, in order to try and find nicotine in the outside air. It is my opinion that during one of these large gasping like paroxysms, the victim most likely accidentally sucked up a large piece of brine shrimp and died.
Cause of death is thereby deemed to be accidental choking and no charges will be laid.
Dated this 4th day of January, 2007
Coroner: Swapna Padmanabh
Witnessed by:
Olivya (Oli)
Tinka (now in custody)
So there you have it, the tragic circumstances surrounding Konji's death. I'm still in a state of shock, and although I immediately wanted to run out and find a replacement for my loss, I held back. At this time, we the family, are contemplating suing a big tobacco company in the hopes that his death can be put down to withdrawal symptoms or at the very least a complication from second hand smoke. Anyone willing to support us in our petition is asked to send money via paypal (we expected the process to be long and drawn out), and we extend our gratitude to you in advance.
Love,
Swapna, Oli, Tinka, and Konji if only he were here.
In Memory
Konji Nu Wai Ashiko Matimaihimo
February 2006 - January 2007 - Rest In Peace
Konji Nu Wai Ashiko Matimaihimo
February 2006 - January 2007 - Rest In Peace
Tuesday, January 02, 2007
Yada Yada Yada
Okay, so it's 2007, and I have lots of excuses (real and imagined) for why I haven't been here, but why bother. Might as well start fresh. Actually, I'm too agitated to rehash old news. I feel like kicking someone in the teeth, or screaming at someone, basically I want to pick a fight. Why do I want to pick a fight? Well, because it's been approximately 36 hours since I had my last cigarette.
Yeah, what a loser am I....setting my sights on quitting smoking for the New Year. Actually, I'm an even bigger loser than that, I not only said I would quit smoking, but I said I would eat healthy, exercise more, write everyday, take two classes to further myself, and finish all my renovations in the house. I'm sure I made even more promises to myself, but at the moment I can't think straight.
Anyway, I not only made these resolutions, but I actually wrote out lists. For example, I made menu plan for this week, went and got the groceries and am trying to stick to this crap I decided I could subsist on. Fine fine, it's not that horrible, Im just irritated. Okay then I made a list of things I have to do daily, and posted it on the fridge so I can highlight each item as I do it. But since I don't want a huge messy list on my fridge, I put abbreviations for everything. So basically my list looks like this:
Mon DS, J, W, CL, P, Pr, G
Tues DS, J, W, CL, P, Pr, G
Wed DS, J, W, CL, P, Pr, G
Thur DS, J, W, CL, P, Pr, G
Fri DS, J, W, CL, P, Pr, G
Sat DS, J, W, CL, P, Pr, G
Sun DS, J, W, CL, P, Pr, G
Food (1-10)
Work (1-10)
(I'm supposed to rate myself as to how I felt I did for that week regarding food and work)
Now the big thing to this fantastic list, is the legend, which is not posted anywhere. DS stands for Don't Smoke, G stands for take out the GARBAGE, J is journal or blog, CL is clean the cat litter, W is walk, P is deliver one item from the porch, PR is pray
All fine and dandy till, 30 hours after posting the list, I walk upstairs and can't remember what PR and DS stands for. Fortunately, I managed to do the PR one as I prayed for assistance to remember what DS stood for. However, I finally gave up and just decided it stood for Dare to Sing. So I sang my heart out for about 20 minutes this morning until I finally remembered it meant DONT SMOKE....
Errrr, at this point, I know I'm not supposed to smoke, I don't need a stupid sign on my fridge reminding me, every freaking moment of my day is consumed with thoughts of inhaling and letting the smoke do some french dance as it floats up my nostrils, every time I blink my eyes I wonder why they aren't watering from the smoke in them, every time I cough it turns into this big - hack until you heave up a piece of lung moment, and every time I walk into a different room I can actually smell the stupid air freshener, so I think I know DON'T SMOKE....GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
Alright, I put it there, it's my own fault, but it makes me want to flog myself or something. Although, the singing was actually kind of fun this morning.
Btw, I know those are dumbass things to do every day, but those are the things I let slide...and man, once those go, I'm in big trouble, then everything begins to fall apart. And well, the garbage and the porch became a huge issue when I redid my kitchen and decided to rid my house of any and all extraneous items. We were well into winter during the kitchen reno, so bags and bags of garbage were just heaved out my back door. Unfortunately, we also received a record breaking amount of snow, so now the bags are stuck outside my back door with no way to drag them to the back gate, or open the back gate for that matter. So basically, I have mounds of huge black bags of reno materials in my back yard. My goal is to drag one of them to the car every day, and then drive it around to the back and dispose of it. Basically, by February, I should be litter free in the back yard.
Then there is the porch...because I was renovating, and cleaning house, I decided I should get rid of anything I hadn't used in a long time, no matter how nice it was, or anything redundant. So I had things like, dishes, pots, pans, microwave, microwave cart, end tables, coffee table, lighting fixtures, kitchen table, 6 chairs, two antique chairs, toaster oven, shoes, clothes, bedding, carpet sweeper, vases, cutlery, glasses, clothes hamper, blah blah blah... It was like I had an entire house on my front porch. Sadly, most the charitable organizations felt they were at capacity with donations so they didn't want anything but my clothes, which left me with a lot of crap on the porch. I've tried giving the stuff away, but I'm down to the things people have yet to pick up, or things no one wants. So basically, I'm trying to grab one item a day and drive it to a donation box. If I get the junk gone and there are things my friends have said they want, but haven't picked up, then those will be donated as well. I want my yard and my porch empty by February dammit!
Ugh, I shouldn't think about it, it makes me all irritated again. Oh and get this, my stupid nicotine patch won't stay on, so I'm really mad now. I need to go to Shopper's Drug Mart and ask for a new box, but I'm scared to leave the house right now. If I had to speak to anyone, I think I might actually spit on them or something, I'm so edgy, mad and irritated.
On the bright side, I get to mark off J in just a moment and I think this venting has helped.....well at least a little bit.
Okay, tomorrow's post shall be less ranting and more ruminating!
Ciao
Swapna
Yeah, what a loser am I....setting my sights on quitting smoking for the New Year. Actually, I'm an even bigger loser than that, I not only said I would quit smoking, but I said I would eat healthy, exercise more, write everyday, take two classes to further myself, and finish all my renovations in the house. I'm sure I made even more promises to myself, but at the moment I can't think straight.
Anyway, I not only made these resolutions, but I actually wrote out lists. For example, I made menu plan for this week, went and got the groceries and am trying to stick to this crap I decided I could subsist on. Fine fine, it's not that horrible, Im just irritated. Okay then I made a list of things I have to do daily, and posted it on the fridge so I can highlight each item as I do it. But since I don't want a huge messy list on my fridge, I put abbreviations for everything. So basically my list looks like this:
Mon DS, J, W, CL, P, Pr, G
Tues DS, J, W, CL, P, Pr, G
Wed DS, J, W, CL, P, Pr, G
Thur DS, J, W, CL, P, Pr, G
Fri DS, J, W, CL, P, Pr, G
Sat DS, J, W, CL, P, Pr, G
Sun DS, J, W, CL, P, Pr, G
Food (1-10)
Work (1-10)
(I'm supposed to rate myself as to how I felt I did for that week regarding food and work)
Now the big thing to this fantastic list, is the legend, which is not posted anywhere. DS stands for Don't Smoke, G stands for take out the GARBAGE, J is journal or blog, CL is clean the cat litter, W is walk, P is deliver one item from the porch, PR is pray
All fine and dandy till, 30 hours after posting the list, I walk upstairs and can't remember what PR and DS stands for. Fortunately, I managed to do the PR one as I prayed for assistance to remember what DS stood for. However, I finally gave up and just decided it stood for Dare to Sing. So I sang my heart out for about 20 minutes this morning until I finally remembered it meant DONT SMOKE....
Errrr, at this point, I know I'm not supposed to smoke, I don't need a stupid sign on my fridge reminding me, every freaking moment of my day is consumed with thoughts of inhaling and letting the smoke do some french dance as it floats up my nostrils, every time I blink my eyes I wonder why they aren't watering from the smoke in them, every time I cough it turns into this big - hack until you heave up a piece of lung moment, and every time I walk into a different room I can actually smell the stupid air freshener, so I think I know DON'T SMOKE....GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
Alright, I put it there, it's my own fault, but it makes me want to flog myself or something. Although, the singing was actually kind of fun this morning.
Btw, I know those are dumbass things to do every day, but those are the things I let slide...and man, once those go, I'm in big trouble, then everything begins to fall apart. And well, the garbage and the porch became a huge issue when I redid my kitchen and decided to rid my house of any and all extraneous items. We were well into winter during the kitchen reno, so bags and bags of garbage were just heaved out my back door. Unfortunately, we also received a record breaking amount of snow, so now the bags are stuck outside my back door with no way to drag them to the back gate, or open the back gate for that matter. So basically, I have mounds of huge black bags of reno materials in my back yard. My goal is to drag one of them to the car every day, and then drive it around to the back and dispose of it. Basically, by February, I should be litter free in the back yard.
Then there is the porch...because I was renovating, and cleaning house, I decided I should get rid of anything I hadn't used in a long time, no matter how nice it was, or anything redundant. So I had things like, dishes, pots, pans, microwave, microwave cart, end tables, coffee table, lighting fixtures, kitchen table, 6 chairs, two antique chairs, toaster oven, shoes, clothes, bedding, carpet sweeper, vases, cutlery, glasses, clothes hamper, blah blah blah... It was like I had an entire house on my front porch. Sadly, most the charitable organizations felt they were at capacity with donations so they didn't want anything but my clothes, which left me with a lot of crap on the porch. I've tried giving the stuff away, but I'm down to the things people have yet to pick up, or things no one wants. So basically, I'm trying to grab one item a day and drive it to a donation box. If I get the junk gone and there are things my friends have said they want, but haven't picked up, then those will be donated as well. I want my yard and my porch empty by February dammit!
Ugh, I shouldn't think about it, it makes me all irritated again. Oh and get this, my stupid nicotine patch won't stay on, so I'm really mad now. I need to go to Shopper's Drug Mart and ask for a new box, but I'm scared to leave the house right now. If I had to speak to anyone, I think I might actually spit on them or something, I'm so edgy, mad and irritated.
On the bright side, I get to mark off J in just a moment and I think this venting has helped.....well at least a little bit.
Okay, tomorrow's post shall be less ranting and more ruminating!
Ciao
Swapna
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