Yay! I finally got my ("Barbie" - scaled to size) couch today! And, the best part is I didn't have to be home to sign for it because that's what kids are for. Heh. My kid is 16 and 6' 3" so he probably seemed older to the deliverers. I was afraid I'd have to cut my visit short with my childhood friend Pebbles (holla!) who came to visit me from Bedrock, I mean, New York. We went to one of the local malls (which I endearingly call "Fascist Island"), had lunch, talked about our kids and shopped most of the afternoon. It was really fun. Giant kid was supposed to call me when the couch deliverers came so that I could rush back to the house to sign for it, but fortunately, it wasn't necessary! Tomorrow, the 'rents are going to pick up the interim furniture and I will be left to ponder what else to do with my livingroom.
My "Barbie house" is slowly coming together.
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Today, I wore a monkey suite to work for nothing.
I was supposed to do a meet & greet and give an office tour to an interviewee but it never happened. With the boss being out, I thought I'd get stuck with everything so I prepared accordingly. Got the victim -I mean candidate- in and got him through the interviews. But the parts that I was supposed to do? Not necessary. Don't get me wrong, I would have preferred to not have done the meet & greet, psych myself up to be peppy (yea, I know) and put on a big production but I wish I had known I wouldn't have had to do any of that before donning the monkey suit (because then I wouldn't have bothered)! I even rescheduled two appointments because I thought I had to stick around for this ordeal. Instead, I sat in my office all day waiting for my curtain call and it never happened. I could've had my teeth cleaned and my back adjusted but instead felt uncomfortable and irritated in the monkey suite I wore in vain. Oh well, at least I looked official when the two partners came to my office to talk to me about said interviewee.
Alright, going to get ready to watch Lost now.
So a couple weekends ago, I finally bought a couch. Yea, I've had my place for coughfouryearsnowcough and had nothing decent for people to sit on. Actually, I did have a futon daybed for awhile but my son and his buddies (mostly my son) broke the frame so all I was left with was the futon cushion. So imagine this, a set of dining chairs, a broken desk chair and a futon cushion adorning my livingroom. Nice, huh? Is it a wonder Architectural Digest hadn't called me to do a feature story on my home?! I do, however, have a dining room table & chairs (separate from the dining room chairs in the living room) and bar stools at the bar area, but the bar stools were donated by the parents and they are just a little short of the counter top. Unless you're tall, then it's just right, but if you're below 6' you're SOL.
I got a message tonight saying that my couch was ready to deliver! Can I tell you how absolutely giddy I am about getting a freakin' couch?! It's a pearl color with maroon (or is it magenta?) accent pillows. And yes, my son and his friends are banned from sitting on it. I'd ban the cat too, but she thinks she owns the place and doesn't listen to me, anyway. I have a long way to go before my living room is fully furnished the way I'd like it to be. After the couch, I was thinking of getting a couple of recliner chairs, but people look at me funny when I tell them I want 2 recliner chairs and not just one. Why is it so weird to have two recliners? Will the Lazy Boy police arrest me if found with more than one recliner? Someone please tell me because I obviously didn't get the memo.
I'm not sure what my next household purchase is going to be, that is, if I hold off on the recliner(s). Coffee table? New area rug? Redo kitchen counters? The list is long, but I can't decide. I guess I should keep taking the baby steps toward the home improvements. Ooh, I just thought of something -- I need curtains in the dining area. The previous owners had these gawd-awful curtain rods that were blue-tipped. I don't know what kind of color scheme they had going on, but with blue-tipped curtain rods, I can only imagine. Especially considering the fireplace and other coloring downstairs consist of earthtones. The worst thing is that one of the hooks that was holding the curtain rods was coming out of the wall. I don't know how to fix this, but I think the parents are going to call on a friend of theirs to take a look at it.
Yes, I definitely need curtains covering the sliding glass door. Though the wall by the side yard is high enough, I still can't help but feel like people can peer in. But the blue-tipped rods have got to go.
So, what's the point of having a fire drill when a) you hear no alarms/sirens and see no flashing lights and b) by the time you walk down 15 flights of stairs, the people in charge brush it off as if it were an "Oops, just a huge misunderstanding...go back to work." I mean, WTF?????! However, the coolest thing is that just mere moments before I made the trek downstairs I put on my tennies just because my shoes were bothering me and I wanted to be comfortable.
The scariest part about all this (other than having the foresight to put on the tennies) is that if it were a real fire (heaven forbid) who knows how long it would've been blazing by the time anyone of us got wind of it. Well, I suppose the heat and flames would be an obvious sign. And, our office manager couldn't provide any explanation as to why it happened this way (no alarms, no notice, no real drill). I only found out when I was returning from the copier and one of the attorneys rushed past me and told me to hightail it outta there. Nice. Fire drill via second-hand info. The new trend in lameness.
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I absolutely love the MST3K series and unfortunately, I discovered it at the very end of their run. However, the DVD collections are the next best thing! I don't quite have the entire collection and I'm not sure exactly why I skipped some volumes, but I'm going to have a complete set one of these days. In addition to these, I have a VHS copy of the badly dubbed (is there any other way?!) American version of Jack Frost. I used to watch this every Christmas back in the day. Ah, good times.
After the recent pet food scare, I'm glad that Mocha is one picky eater. When we first got her, there was a list of brands of cat food that her adoption center recommended. We were also told not to give her store brands like Friskies, etc., because they're like "fast food" for cats -- tastes great, but not exactly healthy. Of course the recommended brands were the more expensive ones, but one of the least (at the time) was Iams so that's what we fed her. About 6 months later, she stopped eating her cat food, so I figured she was just being a finicky cat and tried another brand, which she was fine with. Since we still had Iams, I tried to sneak one in from time to time, but she wouldn't have it. I would give her the speech on how she shouldn't be picky and that there are cats starving in the streets and third world countries, and she should consider herself lucky that she even gets fed at all, but my lecture fell on deaf kitty ears.
I since learned that Iams changed their formula or something to make it not as good as it was when it first came out on the market. I don't know if Mocha noticed this, but she certainly didn't want to eat it anymore - the dry nor the canned product. Turns out that Iams is one of the brands (out of several) of pet food that has been recalled. I don't mean to pick on Iams, but it was the only one on the list that my cat used to eat and am glad she hasn't in years. Maybe there is something to my cat's finickyness. However, if she starts insisting on canned tuna...
What were you doing one year ago today?
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I don't even remember what the hell I was doing an hour ago!
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