Things I Learned From Remodeling a Pantry

I remodeled our pantry and learned some things.

I'm a first time home buyer. I've lived in a house before, but it was brand spanking new and my mum did not have to do much to it. This house is old and smells like it too. The pantry was no exception. I found it unsanitary to put food in the joint, so I decided that I would take on the task of remodeling it. Can't be that hard right? A couple of new shelves, fresh paint, etc. Besides, it would be good practice for the rest of the house. It was definitely not as easy as I thought it would be. Here some things I learned a long the way:

- When scraping bugs and general 60 year old shit off the wall, do wear a mask. Additionally, flip flops are not a good idea either.

- Paint will get in your hair. Check a mirror before leaving the house.

- A little spackle and 2 coats of paint will fix a lot of things.

- A little spackle and 2 coats of paint will not fix a lot of things.

- Do not breathe in spackle dust.

- If the paint is labeled "Bluer than blue" expect fucking blue ass walls.

- Don't worry about getting everything at the Home Depot/Lowes all at once. You'll be back later.

- If something is not going as you planned, sleep on it.

- Leave the crown molding to the professionals.

- It is NOT safe to assume that your wall is the same width at the bottom as it is at the top, or even the middle for that matter. It is possible that your pantry is a little tubby in the middle.

- Get a man hammer. Do not use a girl hammer.

- An iPhone does not make a good leveler. Also, if you must use it as a leveler, when working on the top shelf, secure your iPhone.

That's it. On to the next room of the house!.

Dear Taylor 614CE,

I've always loved you. I've always wanted you. You have always been at the back of my mind, but this weekend, I've played another, and now. Well... my heart belongs to the 814CE. From the moment I held it I knew we were meant to be. Yes, I know that I have my Epiphone and that it holds special meaning to me. It's my first love and we have a long history together. But I was young and just started out. I didn't know what was out there. Then I met you. We would get together in our special meeting place. Do you remember the spot? That little acoustic room in the back of the Guitar Center. We had a lot of good times. Please do not forget me Taylor 614CE. Now, I must let you go, for now I know true love and it is with the Taylor 814CE.


Love,
Meliza


Ps. If you ever just want to fool around for old time sake, I'm always down.

I've given up social networking sites.

All of them.

I've deleted them from my iPhone. I don't know if anyone will hear
this cry for help. I've decided that I am way too addicted and the
only way to cure this addiction is to quit cold turkey. Does blogging
count?

I'm starting with just one week. Let's see how it goes.

Yup. It sure does say searching for turd.

Hello, World. It's been awhile...

It's been a long time since I've been inspired to blog. I used to do it all the time, but I don't know. I guess laziness has gotten the best of me. Lately though, something has been weighing on my mind...

My job, which I don't really like to talk about, is a service, much like a plumber or cable person. I should also mention, that with my type of job, there is nothing to like about me. Generally, I'm considered the "enemy," "the man," or the "whatever that is trying to keep you down." There are times that I may or may not enter your home or work place.  Now, knowing all of this, is it ok to hug me? Do you hug your cable person? Do you hug your plumber?

The answer should be no. Apparently, for some people, no one ever taught them to not invade other people's personal space. I have a bubble that has a 5ft radius. You may enter this bubble to shake my hand or hand me necessary documents. You may NOT enter this bubble to hug me. This is not ok with me. In fact, I have little miniature panic attacks when you do it.

So to sum it up: Hand shake, yes. Hug, no.

*Friends, of course are the exception. I would probably hug all my friends except for you. You know who you are.

A walk down second street...

Today I went for a walk down 2nd street.

I stopped at the $1 CD bin at Fingerprints and realized that this is where music dreams go to die.

I went to Polly's and got a soy chai and realized that no other chai will ever compare because it is too damn scrumptious.

I walked home and sat down at the monstrosity we call a lap top and played free tetris on the internet. I reached level 13. Not my best record but it wasn't bad.

That was my evening. I hope you liked it.

Silly things people do to get their point across

I'm usually not in any position to give political advice unless it has something to do with economics, in which case I always have my 2 cents to put in.

Well recently some hispanic students have taken it upon themselves to "stand up for what they believe in" and walk out of class in response to the anti-illegal immigration bill up for debate in the Senate.

Generally, if you are trying to convince people that you are valuable to their country, that you deserve to be in their country, and that you are not a "drain on society," its probably best to stop waving your Mexican flag and yelling "viva la raza."

Oh yeah, and skip the City Hall and aim for a Federal building.

Why I am creating this bloggy

To be completely honest, I don't know why I need a separate blog than the one I already have (located at myspace.com/freezermonkey2). With all the thoughts, feelings, and concerns of society, I thought that maybe it was too much for the usually bubbly, mindless myspace blogs.

So, here it is. My new bloggy. Its nice to read about other people.