It has seriously been like, YEARS.
No matter, I can always start again.
So. I'm back in NH, I am divorced, and I felt like blogging again. Yep.
I knit now. I'm a lacto-veg now. I live in a faboo apartment 3 blocks from my downtown. I work 3rd shift at an answering service. I have 2 cats and a Diablo 3 (xbox) addiction.
I live with and love a person with mental illness. It's tough, but he's worth it. Herein, I shall refer to him as mon cher.
I will try to blog weekly with more hints and tips for the poor and paranoid!
TIP O'Th DAY!
I just scrubbed my stovetop. It's normally mon cher's job to do the balance of the housework, since he doesn't work outside the house. Of late, he's had a bit of a rough patch, a setback of sorts. This, if you are not familiar with living with mental illness, is a regular part of our lives. We take it one day at a time, and I help out as much as I can when I am not working or dead to the world.
The housework has suffered. It happens. I think he had given up the stovetop for a lost cause, because it was...gleurgh. Bleagh? Not even my trusty bottle of Earring-guy orange cleaner touched it. Elbow grease was on the menu. I discovered in my scrounging about the house that we were out of liquid-creamy bleachy stuff that allows you to scrub softly. To the Intarwubs!! 578,692 recipes to make your own not-hard cleansing creme.
Full of 578,692 ingredients I don't have. Cuz I'm poor.
But I have baking soda.
And a wet rag.
Wet rag+baking soda+elbow grease (and not much of that, for real) = Stovetop even an Italian mother couldn't sneer at.
Now...about that floor.