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Ah, memory lane.



What have we been doing on this house thingy for the last 1.5 years?

Why are we so amazed that we finally have a legal occupancy permit?



See for yourself. In under 2 minutes, you can witness the horror and amazement that was our project for the last year and a half. All the blood, sweat and tears, and how it has turned out. How our legal to live in house looks today.



http://www.flickr.com/photos/11321448@N05/sets/72157602725336765/show/





Enjoy!

"Excuse me, sir. Can I get a closer look at your pants?"

"Do you have a permit for that?"

"Why yes, I do... I just got it today. I have an occu-pantsy permit!"

"Then go ahead ma'am, by all means..."





Announcement:

We just got our occupancy permit today. It is now legal for us to move into our house! We can now move out of our illegit icky, molded, trashbag covered wall, flea infested, cold and dingy basement hideaway. We can move upstairs into our loverly, loverly 99.9 percent finished house!



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Step 1. Buy some more flea stuff for the cats, Dose them today.



Step 2. Pay storage to get in there to get the bed.



Step 3. Move the bed up there, wash all the linens on the way up out of the basement and start moving in.



Step 4. In 12-24 hours, move the litterbox, the food, and los gatos into la casa!



Step 5. Move in some seating and such...



Step 6. Have TONS of friends over!!!!



Step 7. Plan an amazing thanksgiving party!



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I just can't believe it. It doesn't seem real. We've been living in the basement so long; It doesn't seem like we were ever supposed to actually LIVE in our house.



I'm confused.

When the fit hits the shan!



For the last three days it's been real special energy days. I could sense it. I was feeling it. Just this gloom, despair, low energy... a bit of forboding anger in the air....



I got a call this morning, my mom had been trying to call me for days. My aunt died. My best friend called me from the hospital a couple of days ago, she was airlifted, two hours to a pittsburgh local hospital. We got to see her for about 45 minutes and drive her to the bus station once she was discharged. We passed our final plumbing inspection - with a note that said "GOOD JOB!" on it from the inspector. I had to take a one hour self care break today where I sat in front of a space heater, lying down, with a book in hand, just resting and being me. It was as if I knew I needed to rest for what was to come. One of our friends had a seisure in our store.



All in all, wholly crap! The rapid weather change from 82 degrees to 45 degrees in just under two days has really caused some turmoil here!



We get to ask the building inspector to come and give us our occupancy permit as soon as we clean up the front yard. So given that nothing else is warranted... by Monday or Tuesday at the latest, we will be completely legal.



We will be able to get our heat on at the store for a $150 deposit, instead of the previously quoted $500 deposit. Heat is a good thing about now....



The cats, for some reason, will not stop fighting. And suprisingly they're actually physically wrestling each other instead of just standing at a distance hissing growling and presenting.



There's been some change on the barometer, and I feel it is not quite over just yet.



Settle in, guys.



Just settle in. Will ya?

Here I am, at Turtle Island, using the resource center for what it was intended. I am updating my resume and using the web to search for jobs. (Taking a quick break to post a blog.)



Oh the irony.



I have an appointment with Kelly on Monday at oh-darnit-dawn in the morning. You know how there's numbers on the clock from like around noon to five am, right? Yeah, well there's numbers that happen after that that I didn't know about. Apparently the numbers keep happening while I'm sleeping. Unfortunately, this time I will have to be all awake, dressed up and taking assessment tests and consious enough to witness those "AM" numbers pass by on Monday.



"AM" ?? AM? !?! EEK!

AM: It must stand for Amoratized Madness, or Accidental Malice.... Angry Munchkins, Anachronystic Melancholy, Absolute Mindrape, Acidic Maladjustment, how about Ampersands Marching?



I know, oh poor me. I have to go and work for a little while till the resource center gets on its own two feet. I have some long hours coming up ahead of me, but nothing compared to the hours I was working when I was working with India on my last job. On one hand I am the little rebel who wants to make her own way and absolutely refuse to go back to a regular job. On the other hand, I realize that I sold my soul for only two years and reaped a house and the startups of a store from my meagre, humble beginnings of coming to PA homeless and jobless. If I did that in two years, what will I need to get the store off the ground? Four to six months? Surely I can manage a few months more, right?



The only thing I feel I mustn't bend on is my green hair.



Let's see if I can keep just that one part of my self intact.



:)

The ceramic tile is laid in the kitchen and foyer. One-half of the living room floor is painted. The office closet is sanded, and tonight I am planning on painting the last of the hall, office closet, and then mopping and painting the office floor.



The contractor and us have tomorrow and Wednesday and Thursday to finish the last two little pieces of drywall in the bathroom, sand and paint, lay the tile in the bathroom and the hall, grout, rewire three outlets, build the supporting wall frame downstairs, and paint the bedroom, and the second half of the living room floors.



We're so close to being finished. I expect that the plumbing inspector will be here to approve our final inspection tomorrow, and then we need to do a little bit-o yard work and then we call the building inspector to see if he'll let us have our occupancy permit by Wednesday or Thursday.



We could be legal to move in by the end of this week.



Of course by the time we pay the contractor on Wednesday, all the money will be gone, and I'm quite terrified.



Turtle Island is a great little side income for my b/f, he gets his cut of doing massages and for his consignment work, but the store ain't doing crap for paying it's own bills let alone drawing any income for me.



Looks like I'll be calling the temp agencies tomorrow....



*sigh*