THE PAST – YOU CAN FIND IT RIGHT WHERE YOU LEFT IT -FRIDAY’S PHLOG – JUNE 29,2012

“Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery, today is a gift of God, which is why we call it the present.”
― Bil Keane

OUR NEW FURRY FRIENDS


Lately there has been a lot of bad news around me.  Cancer, people dying, negative, negative, negative.  Usually I don’t internalize the negativity quite so much, but lately I haven’t been sleeping and thinking negative thoughts.  I think part of it is that we’ve been so busy that I’ve had no down time and when you stop taking care of yourself, your body stops taking care as well.  I’ve mentioned before in this blog that my youngest son loves animals and wants a dog (boys’ best friend). I love animals and  I especially love dogs, but I’ve resisted getting a dog because we are not home enough.  Several weeks ago we went  to a friend’s place for a barbecue.  This family has a dog, a bird and chickens in their backyard.  Matthew was holding the chickens and cuddling them to his chin and petting them like a dog.  His face was completely lit up and I realized I wasn’t only depriving him of the animal but I was stopping a part of him from developing.  On the way home he asked me if he can’t have a dog can he have a chicken?  I said “no chickens but we’ll start thinking about what type of animal we should get.”  He then said he wanted a bird and he badgered me for days about getting a bird. I just couldn’t see getting a bird because it’s not like you can cuddle with a bird and then I had premonitions of this bird flying around my house and crap all over my walls.   Finally we decided on a guinea pig and my son’s face just lit up, just the uplifting positive, hopeful  feeling I needed.   We get to the  pet store and the woman selling us the guinea pig tells us how social the animals are and we should really have two.  I”m watching these little rodents and I thought “yeah pretty lonely in a cage all day by yourself, so we’ll get two.”  Of course two means a bigger cage, more bedding, more food and by the time I leave the store the $24.00 guinea pig cost $200.00.  The first few days the little guys did nothing but hide in their little house and hardly vocalized, but as time passes the little guys are getting more and more comfortable.  The boys decided to name them Thunder and Lightning.   Lightning’s hair is always standing up on end so there you have the name Lightning.  Thunder is very quiet and not as vocal as lighting but the boys decided to call him Thunder because the name went with Lightning!  Usually when I purchase something I research it through and through and have a vague idea what I’m about to do.  I barely researched these animals and  If I had, I most likely would not of bought the little guys from the big box store, I would have looked for a cage somewhere else and I would have realized that these little guys are a lot of work.  They need fresh vegetables twice a day and fruit once a week, they need a constant supply of pellets and hay, cage spot cleaned several times a day and completely cleaned once a week, they need to get out of the cage and exercise at least once a day and apparently their fur is supposed to be brushed and their nails clipped.  Hell I should have just got the dog – a bowl of dry dog food every day, a walk once a day and boot the dog out the door when he/she has to go to the bathroom and poop scoop the backyard at the end of each day.  I have to admit I like Thunder and Lightning, they purr, chirp, jump(popcorn they call the jump – straight up into the air like popcorn) and sing especially when you bring them fresh vegetables.  Just like I thought would happen the pets have sort-of become mine as who do you think is doing the food run and the poop and pee check!  Both the boys are there to hold them, pet them and do all the fun things… When we bought these little guys I told my husband they would be a good introduction to a dog – show the boys the responsibility of owning an animal, but as time moves on maybe, must maybe that these little guys are slowly helping me with the transformation of owning another dog..Until then I’ve got my work cut out for me with these two little cuties.

MY DYSFUNCTIONAL RELATIONSHIP WITH IKEA

Yes I have a relationship with ikea and yes we fight all the time!  My dysfunctional moments start off innocently enough,  a tiny little Ikea pamphlet will arrive in the mail and  as I scour through the pages my mouth starts to salivate.  See I love Ikea and those little pamphlets offer inspiration, hopes and dreams in every page.  At ikea you can fix all of your organization problems, your lighting problems, your dumpy furniture problems, your shelving problems and just look at that wardrobe room listed on the front of the  Ikea brochure – I want it!   Our family is on a tight budget so even Ikea can be expensive, but I’ll pick out one little item that we can afford and head to the nearest Ikea store(there’s only one near me and it’s not very near)!  It’s a family outing, we stop for a cheap meal at the Ikea restaurant (how bloody ingenius is that – $5.00 – $8.00 per plate- gets families running to the store that’s for sure) and then we go off to do our shopping.    Now I like to just head right to the market area, find what I need and leave the store.  My children and husband like to wander through the displays and sit on every chair,  every couch, open every kitchen door and check out every possible angle.  This is where the dysfunction begins.  As we are wandering through the store, the aisles and display areas are always packed and everyone is supposed to walk the same way.  Somehow our family always seems to be walking in the opposite direction of everyone else and we end up right back where we started.  Then my husband will declare “we should get this” and it’s then that I notice everyone has little pencils and papers to write down the item numbers.  Somewhere I missed the memo because I don’t have the pencil or the paper and a dig through my purse turns up empty.   I then try to memorize the item number and off we go.    The last time we were at Ikea and this happened, I just wanted to get out of the store and I was fighting a crowd going the opposite direction all the while trying to remember the damn item number.   At one point I stopped and put my head in my hands.  My husband came over quickly and asked me if I was ok.   I look up at him and tensely say “no I’m not ok, ” “What is wrong” he asks.  “I hate Ikea” I announce, he starts to laugh and says “you don’t hate Ikea, you love Ikea”. “Don’t patronize me, I hate Ikea” I say tensely and walk off .  By this point my husband thinks I’m nuts, which is sort of true, as I head off to find the bookshelf I want and head to the cash.  Well the lineups at the cash area are snaked up and down and up and down.  My husband  and the boys find me and again I say ” I hate Ikea!”  “No you don’t, you looooove Ikea” the whole family replies.  To this response I stand there and glare like a crazy woman.  We get home and of course I want the bookshelf up yesterday, so my husband and I attempt to put the #*#$#@@# bookshelf together.  Again, I announce my hatred for just about everything because trying to put the pieces together is just one big royal pain in the ass.  At this point even my patient husband is fed up with me and tells me to leave,  preferably through the front door.   Finally after many hours since we commenced our Ikea adventure,  the bookshelf is together and I love it!  I love Ikea, I love their furniture, I want an Ikea kitchen, I love, love, love Ikea.  Kind of like having a baby – you forget all the pain right after birth and you want another baby!  Can’t wait for the next Ikea pamphlet – oh wait – we did get one – the bedroom event!

Bookshelf (above) from Ikea  – the wicker chair in front of it was bought earlier at Ikea in the clearance section.

Shelves above computer and baskets – Ikea!

DROWNING PEONIES – FRIDAY’S PHLOG FOR JUNE 8, 2012

Budded at least a week ago and I was looking forward to beautiful peonies.  Finally peonies bloomed this week and it’s been raining cats and dogs.  After work today I ran out and cut all the flowers off the peony bush and saved them from a frightful fate!

 The bee emerging from deep within the peony departs reluctantly   

Basho Matsuo