Work in progress

My house stinks.
My clothes stink.
My dog stinks.
Gord stinks.
I don't stink, because apparently I can't smell myself. Or I might be perfect.

The odourless oil base paint that the painter is using, is not really odorless, they just changed the odour to cat piss, and threw in a little oregeno. It's turned into a something Italian that stinks...no offence to the the Italian community. God, you have to be so carefull these days.

My house is in a mess. "now to all of you that have real problems"...disengage your mouse. Because my bitching is purely selfish. Totally. I won't even apologize for it.

I don't like the mess, I don't like having all my stuff where it's not supposed to be. I just fucking hate it. There, I have totally told on myself, I am anal and my name is Joan. I need help. I would never survive a reno.

I chose a paint colour today. A colour that will encompass the entire house. Every room. So, if a mistake has been made, it will be a really big one. I wanted to keep it neutral, yet a little darker than your old "Builders Beige." Because we will be selling the house, I wanted to go neutral, which it was anyway, but now that I have the opportunity to see what it would look like in a darker colour I'm going for it. Chicken little Joan is crying....the sky is falling...yeah that would be me. It's only paint but it's costing us three grand to do this....and I want it to look great, for as long as I live here and those to come. I chose Arizonia Tan. I love it. It calms my soul. (like I have one).
The paint has been bought..game over.

If I come online and tell you guys I hate it....tell me to get my foot out of my ass..because it seems to be lodged in there. Somedays it hard to walk. I don't know how I function some days with all my...could have, should have, and what if's. It's a good thing I never had kids, they would have spent most of their childhood in the ER. I blame my mom for my fears and I think my mom blamed her mom, my grandma.....then I think my great grandma blamed the heathens.

My spell check ... indicated I didn't have any errors...I find that hard to believe. It must be an error with blogger, because I have never come up with a clean blog. I tried again...it still thinks this blog is free of spelling errors............well I'm ready to go to bed, so I won't argue...the smell of oderless paint is making me faint.