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Kate still doesn't have the room ready for me so i've been staying at a local 110+ year old boarding house near the train tracks in Bruce, WI. You see what I did in that sentence? I have just showed why I am a cranky monkey, that's what. Not only is this place the sort of tick infestation where you can pick up the fuckers in a PARKING LOT, but judging from the smell of things, Aunt Kate wasn't kidding about the feral kittens she 'rescued' from her next door neighbor being feral.

As a note, that neighbor is the kind of kindergarten flunk-out who takes pot shots at any outdoor animals.

It is lovely up here and the weather has been stellar, but I do not think living here long-term is an option or a very good plan. At all.

I have three more places to apply to this afternoon, so here goes everything.

Today was a good day over all. I packed one large box, picked up six more apple boxes for packing, donated plasma to get $50, some scribbling was done at plasma donation (not much, one page. I used to fill more) and after all of that my brother Martin stopped by on a surprise visit, in which we shared ice cream and discussed various topics.

Me being the nervous wreck I am while moving, I did start crying a little when the topic of the old family lake cottage came up. There are so many memories there and at this moment I can do nothing while the aunties and uncles discuss selling it since they are too old to take care of it and most of the cousins are showing no interest in keeping it. So. Yeah. I can type it out and remain relatively rational (ha!) and then go onto other things. It just hurts and hollows me out.

After those talks about the move, it's costs, what I was doing about it, what kind of trailer rating does my hitch have and is good for... I need a reciever bolt and then I can get a hitch on it. Even though the people at U-haul said they'd rent me what I'd need to haul a trailer, Martin's advice is that I find a 2 inch receiver and save some money.

Also, during his visit, he gave some very good advice about the packing and stacking of what I'm bringing with me. Some of it, such as the "three bags" rule don't apply to crafters and artists, but the advice about the important stuff getting packed last into the trailer makes hella sense. This way it gets unloaded first, no fuss, no muss. Ofcourse more work was required to make such a space for organization happen. So much had to be lifted, moved and re-cleaned before he would accept it as a space to start laying out for how I will pack thins. Many items will end up in recycling, donated or thrown out. I am irritated and sad that I don't have a way to get all the liquor bottles I saved from my idiot neighbors over to the lady in Elkhart who turns them into wicked candle lanterns but such is life at this point.

I'm writing this now because I started babbling at a friend as soon as I got online, by Ptah's starry BALLS this in insane. I hate moving. I need to get out of here with the shitty apartment and the shitty neighbors though. Such is the life.

No embroidery was accomplished today.

Yesterday and today seemed to go swimmingly well for me. I got to eat a good lunch with a so much cider at Gardina's tapas on Main street, picked up a new sketchbook, visited the new meat market on Main St., made myself a hair appointment because I had been well past overdue for a trim, got myself the next gauge up for stretching my ears for plugs and managed to get a couple of numbers for apartment hunting. All of that before hitting up my chiropractic appointment and sketching out a some more lovely monsters in the art journal.

Today started with me waking up to a crown of fluffy awesome for my hair, and on the way out to dispose of a broken chair and the recycling met one of my nice upper-floor neighbors. Who then gave me a lift to downtown since he was amazed that I was out walking in this bittercold weather. Thanks to him I got in earlier than anticipated and was able to get some deals on metal studs at the head/punk shop. Further along I stopped in at the local organic bulk foods store three buildings down and picked up lots of bulk english breakfast loose leaf tea and scent sampled their essential oils to test combos out for a project with camwyn. Right after completeing my purchase, my aunt Kate called and really just jawed my ear off for a while, half of it about how we were going to do stuff for the move (which we had already agreed on months ago). Oy. Also, I think the move is finalized as she's ordering the chickens and seeds that I wanted to grow. Ain't no backing out now.

The hair appointment went great, since I just needed a trim (and my hairdresser agreed that "oh honey, NO CUTTING THE FLOOF.") I got bonus treatments of some hand massage and a little skin treatment included. After that I walked back to the piercing/tattoo shop where I'd gotten the new gauges to surprise the lady who'd helped me with a free patch since she'd liked my vest. On top of getting more time to sketch, I got to witness some truly adorable things. Like a 4 year old boy counting skulls with his mommy as they waited their turn to get his ears pierced, which was the birthday present he wanted. Alex (the piercer who's been helping me out with making wise choices) was surprised and saddened to learn I'd be moving soon, and actually insisted on paying for the patch she picked out. $15 dollars richer I decided walking my way back up Main Street might be really interesting, if nothing else because I could check out the other tattoo shop which tended to be better with Tengwar script.

See, I've been wanting to get memorial tattoos for each of my parents for a while. I'll reveal the concepts when I get the tattoos, don't worry.

The funny thing was, on the way there, I was smoking my herbal 'happy day' cigarette blend when this old guy smoking with his friends outside of a bar asked me something. Nothing makes hearing someone speak more difficult than having Haelstrom's cover of '1996' blasting on your headphones. Once I got closer, he asked if I was cold.

We know the obvious answer to this one. It is 18 degrees out and that is without the goddamn windchill. Army coats are great but my face was freezing, while this guy was clearly a few drinks into the wind, wearing nothing but a sweatshirt and a t-shirt. I got a surprise when he held the sides of my hood and kissed my nose, wishing me that my day would get warmer and that I could be as happy as he was on his birthday today. We talked after that and I told him about my current objective, to which he said 'hell fucking YEAH, those ideas sound so fuckin' cool'. I left him with two of my herbal cigarettes which I think he believed were the special kind.

The people at the second shop were packed, but once they were done with the people in before me, SUPER HELPFUL with promises to design something good for a pair of tattoos, even having some plugs that the other place wasn't carrying, like gemstone, bone and wooden plugs. My inner pagan was gleeful. It had no idea what was in store after this.

The next stop was a local artist consignment/antiques/salvage store called Folklore, which I love because they have all kinds of things to help inspire a body. Today though I just got magnetized to their big bowl of defunct currency from various countries. There was no excuse for it, but I bought a bag of various coins to use in patches and charms for the future because some of the coin designs were just plain bad ass.

Right across the street was a shop called "Main Street Awakenings" which... Okay, remember what I said about my Aunt and how there was no backing out of moving in with her now? WELL... It was mixed bright joy and deep sorrow to find an absolutely wonderful pagan supply store on the BUS LINE HERE that sold whole resins and stones and so many other wonderful pagan things. I picked up Ginkgo leaf for my cigarettes, frankincense, salt peter, a powdered incense blend called Lodestone, candles... got to the counter to find out everything was BOGO. They also sell Mongolian Tea bricks.

Along the way back I ducked into another of the antique shops on Main Street, which was more of a salvage operation. Once inside of their warehouse area I think I about died of squee from the old tin ceiling tiles, ceramic door knobs and clawfoot bath tubs, to say nothing of some of the old worn-down church pulpits and statues. I left without buying anything, and a head full of fizzing over-stimulation.

This all concluded with an extremely late lunch. I'd lost track of time, during the whole walking about downtown for five hours and my last meal being seven hours prior. Bad Fuzzy. Still, there's worse ways to end the day downtown than with an egg salad sandwich and a bottle of Blackhawk Porter. And ofcourse some sewing because the moocat Louie refuses to let me sit and sew in peace.

Tomorrow's missions: Shallot, batteries for Louie's laser toy, noodles for ramen, Saint Vincent DePaul store and possibly finally renting Pacific Rim to watch it.

Because I have a terrible confession to make. All I know about Pacific Rim, I learned from Tumblr gifs. I'm sorry.

I've kept in touch with the other residents of my apartment complex about the BedBug Problem. It was the prudent thing to do since I also warned them that I had found them. Last month they finally got their chemical treatments, from a company different than the one I hired and didn't have to pay for the treatments.

Yesterday I emailed the landlord to ask if I could have some of my pest control bill compensated and recieved this fine email in response, along with a 5 day notice.



To say I'm pissed would be a severe understatement. Also terrified and exhausted enough as it is and I think this landlord is a shitfucker. If I'm lucky he doesn't know what dreamwidth is but it needs to be said. I'm not stupid enough to say it on facebook.

Some friends have surprised me.

Due to travelling plan changes, if I can get to Sheboygan Friday I can go to the Time Lord's Ball with them.

One of them is paying for my ticket to the Ball iteself, so I need to update the punk vest and make sure I have my good clothes ready! And ofcourse good dancing shoes.

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

...Okay, sir, seriously do not post physical descriptions in your ad. I don't care if rent is $200 a month for that room, you're fucking creepy as shit.

Well, looks like I'm NOT the only tenant who has had to deal with the bedbug problem. Every apartment on the second floor of this building has gotten treated, but I don't know about the first floor. I'm getting the hell out of here somehow.

Edit: Camwyn has great macro-fu

Finances are in the dire straights and since a regular wage job won't be likely until January. I'd really like to keep surviving, and even if funds go poo, I'm going to need $$ to move to a cheaper place.

Of course MORE things have come up, raising my goals for funds yet again. Here goes!

Banging the Tin Can

ORACLE CARD READINGS

$1 per card, max 7 card spread

I'll do a personal reading for you based on your question or request, drawing from the Brian Froud Fairie Oracle deck.



ARTIST TRADING CARDS

$5 For a Sketch

$10 For Brush-inked

$20 For Basic Coloring

HAND EMBROIDERED AWESOME

$5 Single-color simple 3-inch patch on denim or Felt. Simple, as in simple shape, symbol or sigil if you like magical workings. If you would like a phrase or a prayer, please keep it under 20 characters for legibility's sake. $5 for each extra color. 50 slots available

$10 Single Color simple 5-inch patch on denim or Felt. Simple, as in simple shape, symbol or sigil if you like magical workings, though at this size you get more leeway. If you would like a phrase or a prayer, please keep it under 35 characters for legibility's sake. $7 for each extra color. 20 slots available

$25 Doodle-patch grab-bag. You get three patches, most of which will be 3 inches, unhemmed, and very, very random with multiple colors, various stitches and fabrics. There will be some larger ones and some slightly smaller hemmed ones, as well as the chance to score a velvet patch. There is a limited supply of these, and once they are gone it's going to be a while before the pool fills again. Only 9 of these currently available.

$50 Customized Punk Vest. Comes with two 3 inch patches, or your choice of back logo in one color. $10 for each extra color. No real limits on letters or symbols, if you wanna go big, go here. Vests will be cannibalized from Thrift Stores, sterlized and re-shaped. This one will need body dimensions to make sure it fits. 5 slots available

$100 3 color, 12x8 Biker patch, on denim only. $25 for each extra color, price includes my designing the patch's layout and shape. 5 slots available

$400 The unbelieveable dream. I will do a wonderous Wall hanging for you 18 inches wide and at least three feet long on denim (or your preferred fabric. I can make a visit to a store for this). You choose the subject matter, and medium is the only limit. This will take minimum of three weeks to create. =ONLY= 3 slots available

First goal: $550!I will write each backer a haiku or limerick based on their personal choice of subject matter. Because it is the least I can do for anyone who has helped me pay medical bills, dental bill, put food on my table and gas in my tank.

Second Stretch Goal: $800 If this goal is met, every backer/supporter will recieve a metallic sigil ATC card along with their purchase! Because at this level, I can afford better eats and kitty treats for my therapy cat, along with everything else. AND NOT BE BROKE AT YULIMAS! Or perhaps the costs of moving out of this leeching apartment.

Estimated delivery dates for any backings above $25 will be in January-March 2015, because between holidays and many other things, time will be at a premium.

I love you so much.

you cuddle up to me when I am feeling down.

however, I have just discovered where you've been peeing that isn't the litterbox.

The last of my clean laundry.

I'm replacing the litter and if this doesn't stop after that, we've got vet bills incoming.

The exterminators have sprayed my apartment AND gotten my mattress into an encasement to prevent more bedbug issues. In two weeks they will visit again to spray for the newly hatched nymphs and such, finishing the cycle by spraying again a week from now. WOOOOOOT.

...ALSO OCTOBER 1ST. THE AIR FEELS LIKE APPLE ORCHARDS AND CORN MAZES!