So the hunt for the 'perfect' kitchen table has finally come to a close. Or at least, I hope. Geeze....decisions, decisions....
There is a huge discount place that I had visited at least five times looking at tables. I finally decided to go with a 'counter top height' style as I just could not shake it off my mind. I really dig the style and there is still plenty of room. This one table was really, really nice with fat padded chairs which would make it really, really comfortable. However, it was way more than I could ever imagine of spending. Why is furniture so dang expensive? I made three trips looking at this one particular table but just could not justify spending nearly $1,000 for a table. Yep. $1,000. Seriously? Of course, being that it was a 'discount place' and they were having a 'Grand Opening ' special in their new place, it would be 20% off which would still be close to $700-800 if not more. Can't forget that delivery charge....Ugh.
On the flip side, there was a new retail furniture store that just opened up close to my house with a smaller selection of items but still had some good basics. I really don't trust big retailers because they just tend to rip off their customers. Or so I feel. I have the same mentality with car dealerships but that's a whole other bag. Anyway, so I made myself go to the new place, just to check it out. And lo and behold, I did find a table that was very similar to the overpriced table at the other 'discount' place AND it was only $488. Yep. $488. Wow. I was quite pleased. The only thing that is doesn't have compared to the other table is the fat, cushioned chairs. (I do like my ass to be comfortable y'know.) The style is the same and the color is very similar. The table itself is not quite as thick but it's not that cheap thin looking pressed fake looking crap either. I almost walked out buying it that evening. But being the picky stupid ass that I am, I walked away so I could think about it.
I went back to that 'discount' place one last time...and no, I didn't buy that table but I really wanted it. I just could not stomach paying that much money for a stupid table. Blah, blah, blah...I felt comfortable in my mental decision to go with the cheaper but similar table and told myself that I would go and make my purchase before I went to a cook-out gathering for the afternoon on Sunday. And so I did. Another beauty of this deal is that I get some kind of 'extra protection/warranty' for what was supposed to be $50 turned out to be $30. So if anything goes awry with my table, they will replace it or have it repaired. And if nothing ever goes wrong, then that $30 is returned to me, most likely in the form of store credit. Yep. They give you money back. Or so they say. Guess I will find out in three years. Haha....
But there is a small part of me that still wants that overpriced table, simply because of the big, fat comfortable cushioned chairs. Aren't I stupid? I've already have in mind to call this fabric place that does some mending/recovering to see if they can't make some big, fat cushions to put on my chairs. Again, I like my ass to be comfortable. And want my guest's ass to be comfortable too. I know I'm over thinking this whole table thing. The whole 'do I or don't I?'. Do you get what you really, really want because you think too big or do you take a step back and get what you really need realistic? Sheesh...hope I still like it once it arrives. May God help me when it comes time to get more furniture. Haha...hopefully it will be an easier process without breaking my budget or my sanity. Keeping my fingers crossed on that one. elizinashe
Yep. I'm awake. I could only hope that I'm in somebody's dream. Haha...
So as I am coming off three nights of work, here I sit at my pute with a half shaved cat in my lap halfway watching a cheesy family friendly movie with Lea Thompson and Judd Nelson. Classic 80's stars that have aged gracefully and playing middle aged characters for television. Never been a big fan of Lea but I do still dig me some Judd Nelson.
As for the 'half shaved cat' quip, I had to take Hecubus back to the vet for a sonogram so we could get a good picture of his stomach and gall bladder area. I expected the shaving of the belly part and some of his side, but the vet sure did shave quite a ways up on both sides of his belly. Poor thing. He's got a reverse mohawk kind of look to him. He just looks pitiful. At least the sonogram results were fairly good. No changes from last year and no eminent surgery at this point. Hopefully his fur will grow back quickly.
I discovered a little bit of water creeping into my basement last week after a hard rain. It wasn't a whole lot but just enough to trickle in towards the opposite wall. I'm sure it's something simple like a small portal of entry from all the runoff from my neighbor's drain. There was some of that good ol' red Carolina clay mixed in with it too. Luckily I've got a guy coming Monday to check it out. If it's a foundation issue, to which I pray that it's not, I guess I will call upon that Home Warranty that the sellers paid for as a part of my sale contract. Keeping my fingers crossed.
I've been getting into puns lately. It started with an email that my dad sent me from one of his buddies that had a few puns in the attachment. Good stuff. That led me to searching a website for more puns. Found some good ones. Made me laugh. Who doesn't like a clever 'one liner'? And so...I will leave you with a couple of quips in hopes it will make you laugh as well.
Never trust an atom. They make up everything.
Police were called to a nursery where a three year old was resisting a rest.
So this dyslexic walks into a bra....
That last one is one of my favorites. Makes ya think a little bit. Gotta love it. elizinashe
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the study of numbers, as the figures designating the year of one's birth, to determine their supposed influence on one's life, future, etc
I like to dabble in the 'new age' type of things. I've always been interested in Astrology and I was really getting into Palm Readings many, many moons ago. Numbers is something I more or less paid some attention to but didn't put much effort into the study. It just seemed kinda hokey. However....
I've always been told, read, and/or came across that my 'lucky number' was seven. Didn't pay much attention to it other than random coincidences. Then, in my late night self-entertainment I began thinking. I did remember that my first apartment that I landed in Asheville was # 421 to which I felt like it was 'meant to be' since my phone number in Arkansas had the digits '421' in the last four of the sequence. Recognizing that gave me confidence and reassured my faith that my leap of faith and a big move was the right thing for me to do at that time. That was sixteen years ago.
Other recalls....my second apartment address did not have any 'sevens' in the sequence, however my phone number was a '3679' sequence. Thus, the seven pops up. If you want to go way, way back, my phone number in college, long before I even thought of moving to North Carolina, was a '3542' sequence,which if you're a real math nerd, you will recognize that both 35 & 42 are divisible by seven. Weird, eh?
And to continue...the very first house I fell in love with when I had only been in Asheville for about three years had a '21' for the address. Blackjack! haha.. (Seven times two, duh!) However, I did not get that house which made me sad for a very, very long time but it was an older house which means a lot of investment to update. I had good intentions but I certainly did not have the money to truly get it done. I still love an old bungalow though...
At the time I left my second apartment I had a cell phone to which the digits include a seven. Whatever...I then stayed with my mother for a few months while I got my act together. That is another long winded story to which I will not discuss at this time. However, her zip code did indeed, include a seven.
Then I moved to my prior rental. A small 'studio' home which felt more like a shack but again...the address was '21'. Blackjack! (couldn't resist...). Again, divisible by seven. Am I reaching too far? So many, many moons later and many, many personal hurdles I now have a home of my own. My address is '49'. Seven squared if you will....So maybe there is some truth in this numerology stuff. Maybe not. I do find it ironic though. And I kinda like it that way. Maybe I should play the lottery. Or Blackjack. (insert winking face here..) By the way, if you think I'm really looney tunes about this, our home phone number growing up was a '2124' sequence. Again...'21' shows up. Divisible by seven. Hell....maybe I should book a trip to the casino and play me some cards. elizinashe
So I've worked 4 night shifts in the last 5 days. Thus, I'm awake. Good thing I have cable. Otherwise I think I'd be going out of my mind. Not that I can't 'entertain myself' but after a while, the creative juices leave and the boredom sets in all too well.
I had mentioned in a previous post about the Duggars. I have one slight correction. Yes, one daughter is newly married and newly pregnant after being married for only two months. Sheesh. However, the next daughter in line is engaged, not currently married as I had thought. However, like her older sister, the happy couple will have their first kiss on their wedding day. Apparently the son-in-law to be has moved to the family compound, in the guest house mind you, so the two can be closer and visit since he previously had lived four hours away. Jesus....What really gets me is that the 'courting time' is chaperoned and they aren't supposed to 'touch' or do any of that normal dating, excuse me, 'courting' stuff. What the hell? The girl is 21 years old! How does monitoring and restricting your child's dating life prepare them for the real world or adulthood or even intimacy? And get this, the father was okay with the son-in-law to be moving into their 'guest house' because they have 'so much going on' that he can help out with the family. I kind of find that sickening....using innocent kids for your gain. Doesn't seem very Christian to me.
I really don't mind working nights so much. However, it does kind of put a damper needing to get 'daytime' errands done. Like vehicle maintenance, regular eating schedules, meetings for work and so forth. I have friends coming in October for a visit. I just hope that I can turn around and be a functioning day time person so I can spend quality time with them both, instead of having them wait all damn day for me to 'wake up'. Guess I will need to make a plan to recalculate my body clock ahead of time.
I could go on and on since I have time and can't sleep, but I tend to write long blogs anyway, or so I feel, which can be distracting and leave the reader inattentive. So I will keep this short. I finally finished my book that I started a couple months ago. I have a hard time reading at home so I try to read when I go out to eat and sometimes at work, and I haven't gone out to eat very much lately. Work had been super busy the last couple of months so it became difficult to finish reading. But alas, I had two nights the past ten days where I could finally finish my treasure. I do love this author's books and I so want to meet him someday. I've read about seven of his books which is a real record for me. He cracks me up and given that today's world is all screwy and I work in a high stress field, his work is a lovely distraction. Guess I need to put a book signing on my bucket list and make that happen. Until next time....elizinashe
I never really thought I'd ever have a cat being that I love dogs and we always had a dog in the family growing up. However, way back in college I started watching a comedy show that had various charcters in their troupe. There was a character named "Hecubus" which I thought would be a cool name for a black cat. Seemed really fitting.
As I got older, I became fond of cats and funny enough, my college roommate who loved cats, found a yellow tabby and we named her after another character from the same comedy show. I saw how cool cats could be and how easy they can be to take care of when you have such a busy schedule but still want a pet. So...many moons after I left college my childhood best friend, whom I was living with at the time and knew of my 'perfect name for a black cat' came home one day with a tiny little black creature in a small black bag with that gold decorative fringe stuff all around it. It was perfect. I was hooked.
So here I am 18 years later with the same black cat. Yes, I said 18 years. He's done that well. It has not been without it's challenges though. Six months after I got my Hecubus, a stray was brought into the house by my then live-in boyfriend and we appropriately named him after another character from the same show that Hecubus had been christened with. I quickly became an owner of two cats. Hecubus, a black shorthair and Gavin a gray tabby. And both of their names fit quite too well with the characters they were named after. The boyfriend was kicked out six months later and I kept the cat which was totally the better end of the stick. Sadly, Gavin went on to leave this earth about four years ago. And that was hard.
And now, as my 'first born' is getting older his health issues are becoming more frequent. As to be expected. But what kills me the most is how much it stresses him out when I have to put him in his carrier just to transport him to the clinic. Not to mention the stress it puts on him for the exam itself. It's been many years now that we have had to start putting him under sedation just to examine him or get blood work. Which I am fine with no matter the cost. It's way more therapeutic for all parties involved. However, it's the time period that leads up to the initial vet visit that I have more problems as I too, get older and realize how traumatizing the whole ordeal is for my aging kitty.
I've had to take him in this evening, to which I had scheduled earlier in the day but I spent the majority of the day worrying about the whole trip itself, thinking of how horrible this experience will be for my elderly cat and how I can't take that stress away for him. It just breaks my heart. My stomach has been in knots for the majority of the day. And hearing and seeing him grumble and hiss when we get to the clinic just breaks my heart even more. There have been times when the attending veterinarian felt like they could 'handle a fiesty cat' without the sedation and all I heard coming from the back of the clinic was blood curdling screams from what sounded like a cat being tortured. Those times just made me want to puke not to mention extremely angry since I have always voiced my concerns and have said repeatedly that he needs sedation plus it's on his damn chart. Ugh.. why some professionals don't listen is beyond me...
However, I was listened to this evening when I had to take Hecubus into the clinic tonight. And I felt very comfortable with the veterinarian that was on duty tonight. My dear furry loved one is decompressing on the futon, resting quietly and at times, comes to me for comfort after a traumatizing evening. He is fine for the most part but we need a follow up visit which means more trauma, sedation and a sonogram in the next week. Looks like we have some gall bladder issues which could mean surgery which means more trauma and stress for my cuddle bug. Breaks my heart. I love being a cat owner. I still want to have a dog or two in my future. But when it comes to vet visits, it just kills me. I don't really care about the financial part of it. I always find a way to pay for it all. It's just the stress and trauma that leaves a pit in my stomach because I can't take that away for my pet. They just don't understand like a person does. I don't know how other pet owners do it. Maybe I need some group therapy. Haha....Until next time....praying for some stress free kitty health visits. I'm gonna need it. Meow. elizinashe
No, I'm not pregnant. However the 2nd oldest daughter of the Duggar family is. After being married for only two months. Jesus.
I often write about this family as they kind of fascinate me and no, I don't watch the show. I just catch bits and pieces of news online when I see it. Again, I will say I totally respect their beliefs and wanting to have a big family, but seriously, it can't be healthy to live in a sheltered world and keep having babies because you love them so and you believe that they are a 'gift from God'. Yes, children are a gift. But it's one you give to yourself. God doesn't get you pregnant.
So, Jill Duggar Dillard is newly pregnant after being married for only two months. Um...didn't anybody tell her about birth control or the 'rhythm method'? Seriously. They never kissed until their wedding day. Huh? Apparently they were 'introduced' via Skype by his/her parents or something like that. Her husband is a missionary which I do find admirable I will say. So the young couple would Skype and talk almost nightly with her parents closely monitoring mind you and the inevitable happened. They 'fell in love'. Hmm....I can see how that might happen. However, rushing into a marriage so quickly when you haven't really dated in real time, it seems so stupid and naive. According to past stories, the couple weren't even allowed to hold hands or touch each other when they were together in person. Until their wedding day. Do what?
I just find the whole ordeal disturbing. Why not 'get to know each other' before you jump into parenthood. But then again, she's had a lot of practice with all those siblings. Being that she is so young and so newly pregnant, I hope she is able to carry this child to term. Those first three months are crucial. Most people don't even announce they're pregnant until they get past those first two months or so. Geeze....And like her mother, she says that she wants "as many babies as God will give us". Man....it's just never going to end is it? Are any of the Duggar kids the 'rebel'? Sure would be interesting to find out, eh? And if memory serves correct, one of the other Duggar girls has gotten married recently as well. Who wants to bet she turns up preggers too? Just a thought....elizinashe
I've been feeling kinda 'blah' today. No real reason, just 'blah'. Physically I feel fine, other than my allergies giving me a quick tweak and it's too early for anything to be 'hormonal'. Sigh...maybe it's the night shift stuff catching up with me. There was one night that I was feeling really grumpy. And the shift itself wasn't too terribly stressing so I guess I'm just going through a slump of some sort.
I'm still on the search for a good kitchen table without spending a crapload of money. Honestly, I do not know what a good price for furniture really is these days as all my furniture are 'hand me downs', stuff that I have found at used furniture places, Goodwill or some basic retail store like Pier 1 or Target. I have never paid over $100 for any furniture I've ever owned. So forking out $400-600 for a basic kitchen table that's not considered a 'formal' table is a bit ridiculous to me. And the stuff I have found that is cheaper looks cheaper. I don't need anything fancy but I don't want a piece of pressed wood crap that looks all shitty. I want a table now, thank you please. I have friends coming in October and I would like to have them over for dinner. Sheesh...
I met one of my neighbors today while she was out walking her dog. Seems like a cool chic. Naturally, I have forgotten her name but she was pretty cool to chat with. I'm sure we will run into each other again soon. Apparently her husband is a pharmacist and he's trying to get hired at the hospital where I work. And she tells me there is a lady that lives in the neighborhood that works in HR at the hospital where I work. Small world, eh? Got to meet these people.
I love having cable again. Maybe that's one of the reasons I stay home so much now when I'm not working. It certainly helps to have more options channel wise compared to the 6 channels at my previous place that I got with my digital rabbit ears. And it's been most helpful entertainment wise when I can't sleep, due to working nights, as it gives me something to watch other than Jimmy Kimmel. I haven't totally fried my brain cells watching the tube. However, winter will be here which means this chic won't be driving in it unless I have to! Ugh. I pray that we have a mild winter. Not ready for all that white stuff. Until next time....elizinashe
