Carpets and Floors

This morning, I was laying about on the couch with no bra, fuzzy green sweats, and the kitten at my side when the doorbell rang. Well shit. I realized the carpet people decided to show up hours early and to my non-surprise,  I opened the door looking like a troll and asked if they were the "carpet men" they confirmed and I ran upstairs to find a bra before letting them in. These guys thought I didn't speak Spanish, so when they found that things were not to their standards for carpet-rippin' they spoke ill of me and my home to which I silently interpreted. I then was set to work by their boss who showed up and instructed me to get "the books, clothes,makeup, and toys (wtf toys? I'm 19!)" off the floor. I began to work like our positions  had been switched and further cleaned my spotless room which I spent hours on the night before. El jefe left and then the two men instructed me to empty all of the drawers and cabinets upstairs so their feeble muscles could lift/move furniture. Fuuuuck that I thought in my mind, I don't know if you know this (why would you) that I have four cabinets and four drawers in my room alone. My sister has round-about the same number, plus one giant cabinet in the hallway. These men were nuts. Whence my mother returned home, I told her of their instructions and how they had told me they would leave and come back tomorrow. For whatever reason, they stayed and ripped up the stairs and continued to talk in their "foreign" language about how we'd not moved enough shit out of the way. They worked and my mom and I set about clearing the "too heavy" furniture out of the way. Mind you, my mom is 49 and I am 19. We moved shit up and down by ourselves, not a drawer overturned. Finally, they gave up, finishing only the stairs and hallway and told us, after we'd moved everything out to my balcony (to our neighborhood board's dismay)  that they'd be back tomorrow. Currently, my mom is up in my sister's room ripping out the rest of the carpet all by herself, and I started in my room with a pair of blunt scissors and mere strength. She's also going a bit nuts and taking my bed apart and throwing all but the pillows, blankets, and mattress away. SO, I'll be sleeping on the floor until an Ikea trip is made. Whatever right? Still have a comfy mattress. The hard workers are not always the people in uniform, but the braless teen and the insanely strong bird woman. (my mom) We also plotted my future plans in San Francisco today so I'm glad she's finally all the way on board with the notion of me moving within a year. 

301. being vegetarian again

302. board n' brew's veggie supreme in a spinach wrap (sluuurp!)

303. coke zero

304. coconut 

305. bottled water

306. speaking Spanish

307. calling my car "baby" until I can get it to start properly (car troubles)

308. feeling like more of a man than the carpenters 

309. workers (seriously, this whole post is a little petty, but somethings are ridiculous enough to share)

310. sleeping on the floor

311. toothbrushes 

312. "Somebody That I Used to Know" by Gotye

313. my "Hi How Are You" t-shirt

314. white nail polish

315. work (yeah I work til 1 am tonight, but at least it gets me off the couch)

316. cheese

317. finding nostalgic childhood books whilst cleaning my room ("Rain Babies", "Emma and Mommy Talk to God", "A Pony For Keeps", "ISpy", "Cinderella" (the dog version), "The Dog Who Found Christmas" and "Squids Will Be Squids")

318. getting covered in dust and not givin' two shits

319. a new bed

320. my dogs, who will go to many lengths to try and fight "the bad guys" who enter our house