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.

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.

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?

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If we were having coffee

If we were having coffee, I’d tell you that lovely hubby has been sick but is on the mend. This is particularly reassuring for yours truly because I’ve been fetching, getting and buying him everything from remedies to mythical British drinks that don’t exist in Canada.

I’d tell you Spring is starting to show its lovely head and it’s absolutely beautiful out. Yesterday, it was sunny and not below zero, so we took the fuzz-balls for a walk. It was like we had emerged from a long period in jail or something because we both had amazed, bewildered looks on our faces wondering at the fact that we could show our skin to the elements without fear of immediate frostbite.

Our dogs, on the other hand, are sad that their beloved blizzards are over. They try to sit on the little bits of remaining snow in the yard and ignore the dry, grassy ground around them.

In other words, they’re nuts.

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When some people don’t learn…

I seem to remember talking about my lovely hubby and his attempt at doing laundry…Oh yes. Right here.

Well, this was today.

Doesn’t this look familiar?

Where hubby has a fit

After our switch to a plant-based diet, I decided to go to a dietitian and make sure we weren’t missing anything vital for our health. I should add that my lovely hubby, in his wisdom, has taken a much more relaxed approach to the entire plant-based idea…(His version includes the odd cheese burger).

The dietitian looked to be about 15, super cheerful and typed at the speed of light. She inspected everything in my 3-day food journal and declared I was off to a good start. However…she did make some recommendations.

Some were easy, like adding ground flax seeds to meals to get Omega 2 and 3. Some were not so easy and some were…well tough. Namely, she said we shouldn’t drink coffee or tea before or after a meal. 1 to 2 hours before or after a meal (apparently those drinks stop the absorption of nutrients from your body).

When lovely hubby heard that particular recommendation, he nearly had a heart attack. Being British, tea is akin to having a heartbeat for him and he flat our refused to do it. He quoted his elderly mother who drinks at least 8 cups of the stuff a day and is alive and kicking today, he then said tea is actually good for your health and where did she get her information and what credentials did she have and where did she do her research and he’d like to talk to her supervisor….Everything in moderation, he added before saying he had to protect an entire nation of tea drinkers as it’s their national drink…ahem.

Instead of tea, the dietitian had suggested drinking warm water with lemon. So, I tried it…and it was disgusting. Well, not completely disgusting but more like a medical cure than a drink to enjoy after dinner. It smelled and tasted like NeoCitran…I almost felt sick at the end of it. Certainly nothing like a lovely cup of tea or coffee.

The very next day I had a cup of coffee in protest…it was delicious.

However, I did go online and found that the very young dietitian was right, at least about the lemon water. Here and here and here…and the list could easily continue. Apparently, warm lemon water is the best thing for you. Sigh.

 

Where my blender dies…

Our blender died. Yeap. Our super especial, royally cheap blender died. Lovely hubby immediately decided it was my fault even though it died while he was using it. Apparently I didn’t put enough water in it (right) and the thing died because of it. Sure.

Anyway, we headed to Costco where we stared at the appliances wondering about buying a new one because we’re totally addicted to our fruit smoothies. But the things on the shelf there were at least $400 and looked both massive and super serious. Knowing our ability to break things, I said that’s ridiculous and nope. Then lovely hubby found a strange contraption for $99 and he immediately thought that was the thing to get. I wasn’t so sure.

The thing he had found wasn’t a blender…it was some sort of blender-wanna-be thingy that managed to look both new and super dodgy. So I said, nope and, since I never say no, we left and headed to our trusty appliance outlet.

The outlet is super odd and dodgy. The ceiling leaks, the door is broken and only one till works. Still the deals there are awesome, so in we went. There we got a new blender for $39. Delighted, we headed home…where we found out our new blender was…well, not so new and it was rusty, dirty and smelled…

That’s also when I remembered that our outlet doesn’t give you your money back. It only gives you credit in the store IF you have the original receipt AND you bought the item within 7 days.
And that’s when lovely hubby threw a hissy fit.

So, today we have to head back to the Costco outlet to see if we can get credit in the store. Go back to Costco (where we have been on a daily basis since Friday) and get that bullet-blender-wanna-be thingy.

I’m pretty sure that thingy is not going to work. But, having witnessed one hissy fit, I have no desire to see another. Who knows that contraption might work.

Obviously an update is coming your way soon.

Those boots are made for winter

My incredibly organized husband just found these in the basement.

Yeap. They're snow boots.

Yeap. They’re snow boots.

Finding them, sort of raises more questions than answers.

What has he been wearing all winter? What else could be hidden in our basement? How does he manage to get dressed and out the door in the mornings?

 

Where I try my hardest

My hubby is not only completely tech-incompetent, he also happens to be a therapist. Since it is 2017 and not 1880, he has finally accepted that he needs an online presence and his own site. Well…since he can barely turn on the TV, he asked me to set up his site. Apparently, I’m web savvy.

So, I thought I’d share my attempt with you. Keep in mind, I’m no web designer. Still if you’re interested in looking, here it the site as it stands now: https://johnltaylorpsychotherapist.wordpress.com

Ahem, not to shy away from some shameless self-promotion, he also does counselling through Skype.

Oops

My lovely hubby decided to do laundry. I guess he wanted things to be really, really clean, because when the laundry finished, instead of clean, wet clothes I saw this…

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He didn’t even ask this time if he was going to make it on the blog. Progress.