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February 25th, 2009 | Author:

Or whatever car company it is that brags about “less trips to the gas station.”

Unless I have really messed up some rules somewhere, that should be “fewer trips to the gas station.”

I’m annoyed.

So soon I will have new views outside of my back window.  Which is good, cause the view we have now sucks.  I can’t wait to see this outside my office window:

We’re aiming to move the end of April, which should allow us to take our time and not be rushed in the move.

Oh, and it’s a seesaw down there.

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February 22nd, 2009 | Author:

The big news here in Charlotte lately is that, after years of negotiations and promises and politicians and whatever other delays were taking place, IKEA finally opened it’s big blue and yellow doors here.

Opening day was apparently crazy, with lines going around the building and people taking off from work.

I am not crazy.

Hush.  I’ve never been officially diagnosed.

Yesterday I grabbed up my friend C and we went to see the craziness first hand.  Well – that’s what it turned out to be but it didn’t even occur to me prior to arriving in the IKEA neighborhood that it might still be crazy.  But it was.  Charlotte is very excited to have IKEA.

We navigate the traffic and find parking wayyyy in the back.  I will not complain though, because apparently there was a SHUTTLE SERVICE running to IKEA from a couple of miles away.  A shuttle serviceFor IKEA.

Inside, we navigate through the downstairs first, oohing and ahhing, and decorating my contract-in-the-sellers-hands-but-apparently-not-yet-signed house, at least mentally, because I just can’t buy anything for this house until we close on it.

Note:  As I type, the realtor calls and says he’s just emailed me a signed copy of the contract.  WHOO HOO!!

Anyway, we pick up a few things for me, a tea kettle for C,and debate of the proper style of lantern for the mantle in the new house. (Yes, I know what I said.  They were $7 each, okay?  And it satisfied that need, at least temporarily, to buy things for the house that we don’t own.)  Anyway, turns out there were 3 styles of lanterns.  One way too large.  The other, bigger than I thought but not bad, and the third was a bit smaller but had stars etched on the glass and cut out of the metal.  We debated on the pros and cons of the middle size and the starred lanterns, and eventually C and I agreed that DaHubby’s reaction wouldn’t be complimentary – he would think they were too feminine.  We laughed.  And then giggled as we walked off as a man walked up and grabbed two for his cart.

Thus we head upstairs to see the rest and check out the kitchens.  I can tell you wholeheartedly that I would be very happy with a kitchen constructed by IKEA.  The cabinets with the sliding out drawers for easy access, the deep drawers for pot/pan storage, all of the organizational tools that are in their demo kitchens and even though I don’t cook, I know how much I would love the organization, and cooking would be so much more enjoyable for DaHubby.

The last phase of the store that you pass through as you head back downstairs for checkout is the children’s section.  And this, boys and girls, is where – I shit you not – they have a vagina right out there in the open, on display.  In the kid’s section. I just happened to glance over and see this thing out of the corner of my eye, and I gasped and pointed and leaned over to C and said “IKEA SELLS VAGINAS


Ahem.   I see things that apparently Swedish designers don’t.  And people wonder why I drink.

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February 18th, 2009 | Author:

If you know me, you may not believe that.

But I did. Go check out what I used to clean, so easy that it inspired my 7 year old to help clean the kitchen.

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February 07th, 2009 | Author:

A little over a week ago, my mom sent me a link.  It seems that Lynyrd Skynyrd fans had suffered another blow.  Keyboardist Billy Powell had died.

I was sad.  I listened to a few songs.  I lamented the loss of such talent, and reflected on the loss of the original band members in that long-ago plane crash.

A couple of days ago, I was flipping through radio stations in my car, desperately seeking something worthwhile to listen to.  (Note #22 to self to get satellite radio out of closet and into car.)  I came across the opening bars of Gimme Three Steps. I turned up the volume.

Here, I will note, that The Kidlet was in the car.  And The Kidlet has some pretty definite preferences about music.   She doesn’t hesitate to let me know when there’s a song on the radio she doesn’t like.  She is my kid.

She was silent, listening to me sing along pretty much at the top of my lungs, until the song was over.

And then she said “Mommy, can you play that song again?  That’s the best song I’ve ever heard.

RIP Billy.

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February 03rd, 2009 | Author:

I want to be a cowgirl.

I want to be a lawyer, an Indian chief, a ballerina, a veterinarian.

When I grow up, I want to be a grammarian.

I suppose it may be too late, and honestly?  Yeah, I know that I have my shortcomings in that area as well.

But see, I have these boards and I read a ton of posts written by a lot of different people.  People from every conceivable spectrum post on these boards.  (Note:  As far as I am aware, there are very few people for whom English is not their first language.  My boards are all very U.S.-centric with a few Canadians to liven things up.)

And some of the grammar (or rather, lack thereof) makes me crazy.

I don’t expect that everything I read will be grammatically correct, but I find it disheartening and sad that the level of proficiency in the U.S. when it comes to our language is so very low. All of the arguments about “oh, people are more relaxed on the internet” go to pot when it’s not punctuation or capitalization that I refer to.  But basic sentence structure, and basic things like matching tense, subject/verb agreement and the like.

As much time as I spend online participating on various sites and social networking, I don’t get annoyed by the netspeak that is prevalent these days and I’ve been known to use it, especially while texting.  The rest of it…. I fear for the future of our country.

On a TOTALLY unrelated note but since it just happened I have to put it in or I’ll forget:

One cat walks up, and gives me a kiss willingly, without prompting, and shows a high level of affection before foraging for food.  Another cat comes up, taps my arm to gain my attention, and when asked for a kiss…. looks totally horrified and runs away.

The ego smarts.

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