Where we have a couch emergency

We had to go shopping for a couch yesterday. Our present couch is getting on in years and has been repaired more than once from sudden attacks by River.

There are basically two types of couches in my book. Those that look nice but don’t feel that comfortable and those that look like they should go into a basement and never see the light of day again but are the most comfortable thing you’ve ever sat on.

I’ve always liked the ones that look nice…until I sat on one that was hideous but I felt like I had no bones. The thought of coming home to that every day made my mouth water and  didn’t care what it cost or what it looked like, I wanted it like I wanted my next breath of air.

Yesterday, we headed out to find a new couch because the one we have at home feels like a chiropractor from hell has attacked your back and you get up with numbness in some places and pain in others. In other words, it was a couch emergency.

We ended up getting a recliner that doesn’t quite look like grandpa’s basement couch (see below).

It’s a recliner, though it has a bit of dignity in its lines. Ours is a two seater because our house is tiny and we’d like to be able to walk around the thing and it’s dark blue because we have two dogs and we’re not nuts.

Now, finding this little gem wasn’t a two minute process. My hubby is particularly choosy about his furniture and this search required checking out several stores and sitting on at least 20 couches. The entire process took so long that by the time he found this one, my stomach was starting to eat my lungs and I was cursing all British people in general and my hubby in particular.

Then we heard…it’s going to take 6 to 8 weeks to get here.

Happy Mother’s Day!

Being a mom is never easy.

You have to have courage…

Strength…

And patience.

But the rewards are awesome.

Happy Mother’s Day!

Where we might be building a garage…

We are putting a garage on our house. The lack of one didn’t seem to affect my lovely hubby when we bought it two years ago, but having lived through two of our beautiful Canadian winters clearing the snow off his car, he has decided we either move to the equator or we build a garage. Since I am not fond of air travel, I decided on the latter.

Now, after we spent all winter getting a permit for our build, we have two very sturdy construction men coming over on a regular basis to construct our garage. One is stocky and round, let’s call him Gus and the other is wiry and thin but has this massive moustache, the only large thing on his body. Let’s call him Rupert.

Well, Gus and his buddy have been over all of a day and have already transformed our front yard into a mess. Apparently, building a garage translates into making the deepest hole in the ground possible because they’ve been digging away like earthworms ever since they arrived.

To help them dig even dipper, they took apart our doggie fence and replaced it with this orange mess that I know our dogs will get through in no time. Trying to delay the inevitable, we have snuck all sorts of toys into their doggie house to try and entice them to stay in our yard.

Well, long story short, we’re hoping we’ll have a garage some time in the future. Right now we have a massive hole…and a dubious-looking fence.

Where this week is nuts

I’m in the middle of a pretty insane week. It’s nuts at my Day Job because our boss has decided to do an indoor activity outdoors…and invite other centres to boot. Never mind the fact that Mother Nature may not comply and rain on all of us, we have to prep this new idea of his and it’s…well, it’s nuts.

To add chaos to madness, I’ve decided to create a welcoming, food area for our clients at work. We’re going to have hot drinks, cookies and light refreshments…thanks to my wallet and my insane mind.

Finally, at home, my lovely hubby is leaving for one of his therapist conferences and the house is in total chaos thanks to his way of packing (throw everything around until it falls into a suitcase).

I told him to take this joke with him.

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He didn’t find it funny, but I thought it was hilarious. Some times, if life gives you nuts, you have to act like a chipmunk…and enjoy a nut or two.

Of permits and frustration

We’re trying to build a garage for our house.

When we moved, almost two years ago now, we noticed our new home didn’t have a garage. This didn’t seem to bother us at the time. The bliss of the new house erased any and all doubts about a missing part. Who needs a garage anyway? Why bother with one?

Turns out garages are incredibly useful in winter. And, since we live in Canada, winter happens every single year. In spades.

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After living through two winters without a garage, we’re adding one to the house.

This doesn’t happen easily though. First, we had to have a permit. To get that small piece of paper we had to meet with the council of our city (aka: tiny country town) and try to convince them that we were only building a garage and it was not going to destroy the look of the countryside or hurt any animals in the construction.

The council was made up of a gaggle of old men that reminded me a lot of the dwarves from The Hobbit but, in my wisdom, I refrained from pointing that out to them. They spoke for incredibly long period of time, were older than Methuselah and seemed in no rush to grant us anything from permits to permission to leave. It took over an hour to get them to agree to let us build a garage.

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Once the meeting with the Council was over, we still had to get all sorts of papers, forms, drawings, drafts and money to get the elusive permit. Still, months later, we finally have a very red piece of paper that now has to be placed outside to be seen by anyone who passes by. A permit? Well, not exactly.

This permit isn’t final. A fact that was made abundantly clear by the grumpy teller who dealt with me last week. There are to be at least 5 different inspections at different times by different people at ‘the site’ to ensure that we’re not building a chicken coop instead of a garage on our property. If, and only if we pass all those inspections will the permit be finalized.

It occurred to me that by then the garage would be finished and the permit might be as relevant as a phone booth to a teenager but by this time I had been standing for more than half an hour listening to the growling of the teller and I wanted to go home. I nodded and practically ran out of the town’s office.

Obviously, you’re going to hear more about this delightful adventure.

 

If we were having coffee…

If we were having coffee I’d tell you that I’m worried about Ocean. My littlest dog has been puking lately and I don’t know why or how to stop it. In other ways, she’s actually doing better (she had an allergic reaction to a food change) and I think the allergies are going away but the tummy troubles are still there. I don’t like it one bit. If she doesn’t get better…well, I just can’t imagine life without her.

If we were having coffee I’d tell you that this week has been insane mostly because my lovely hubby ended up in the hospital after losing a fight with a gall bladder stone. Long story short, he still has his gall bladder but it has to go. Next week, he has tons of meetings with different doctors and we’re going to see what they all say. Thank goodness we live in Canada and all those appointments are free.

I don’t like to be negative on this blog, so I’d probably tell you that this morning, it was so cool and fresh, the air was just gorgeous. I stood outside freezing my tail off but loving every breath. It just felt clean and beautiful. I love spring.

And I’d ask what’s new with you. How are you and how are things at home with you? How is work?

The Weekend Coffee Share was created by Part Time Monster and is now hosted by Nerd in the Brain.

If we were having coffee

If we were having coffee I’d rant about what a glorious day we had yesterday. It was sunny and warm. There wasn’t a snow flake in sight. I was so excited, I grabbed my fluffy pooches and out we went for a walk.

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It was still below zero, this is Canada after all, but it was gorgeous. I had this smile on my face that didn’t dim as we walked. Everything seemed a miraculous gift. I was so excited, I managed to lose the two extra collars (gentle leaders) I bring for just in case situations.

If we were sipping coffee, I’d tell you my cell phone died a water death this week and now I’m in the middle of trying to get the insurance that I bought for the phone to actually replace the thing. Easier said than done, because they want everything from birth certificates to proof of clean breath before they will let another phone out of their grasp. Still, I’m hopeful I will eventually be able to have a working cell.

I’d also tell you I’m looking for a new book. I know, I’m always looking for a new book but this time I’m looking for a different new book. I don’t know how it would be different either. I’ll know when I find it. It will obviously require many hours spent at the bookstore. 😀

And we have a four-day weekend here. Isn’t that incredible? I know it’s only four days but right now, at the very start of it, it feels like there are endless supply of days and possibilities.

How are things on your end? How was your week?

The Weekend Coffee Share was created by Part Time Monster and is now hosted by Nerd in the Brain.

About Mondays…

I’m sick but the nature of my day job is such that taking time off is difficult at best. So, ill or not, I went to work today.

Like many Canadians, I work with the public. They can be inspiringly beautiful people. They can also be crazy.

Today, I worked with one of the last kind. It’s funny because though customers might come in all sorts of ages, sizes and colours, the nutty sort always has one thing in common, they have tons to say.

This one was talking before they even met me and they didn’t get any quieter with time. The limits of my position didn’t seem to matter in the least to this particular person and they kept demanding things until I was running about like the proverbial headless chicken.

In my haste, I tripped over a desk and went flying into a chair. I landed on one leg with as much dignity as a hippo on ice. Nothing broken, I told myself and stood back up.

“Pain is a gift; you should offer it to God,” the client shouted from the counter.

There ought to be a law against Mondays.

P.S. Nope. I didn’t sneeze on him…but it was close.