So here I was, knitting and enjoying a bag of pistachios... Until I opened a nut and found some kind of bug, or larva, or something inside! Fortunately, it appeared it was dead and roasted along with the nuts, but still... Then I looked more closely at a couple of the others that I had already discarded for looking inedible... One of those also appeared to have some kind of creepy-crawly dead thing inside. Now I'm thoroughly disgusted! I'm also torn... between trying not to vomit the pistachios I've already eaten, or going to the hotel lobby for a less yucky snack. :-!
... Just to find an egg timer. Were we the only family in the world who had never been to Ikea? It was quite the adventure, that's for sure! First off, we had to drive nearly 60 miles just to get there. Once we arrived, I thought that maybe the store wasn't really that large, that most of it was just parking garage. Well, that all changed once we actually made it into the store itself! I'm pretty sure Ikea must mean "get lost" or maybe "road to nowhere" in one of the Scandinavian languages.
We went there in search of an egg timer... just a $5 egg timer. It took about 30 minutes to find the egg timer, then another 30-45 minutes to find the exit. Not because we were stopping to look at all the shiny baubles and gadgets, or sitting on all of the sofas, or taking a nap on the display beds. We were, simply put, lost! Fortunately, Ikea seems to be aware of the fact that a person could get hopelessly lost in one of their stores for days, maybe longer. Instead of having to call for the local search and rescue team, we were able to follow the lighted arrows on the floor, as well as the blue exit signs to escape. Did you know they have a restaurant inside of Ikea?! When we got there I wondered why a furniture store would have a cafe... Now I know it's because you work up quite an appetite wandering through 500 miles of furniture! They even have a daycare area where you can drop off young children, and lockers in case you don't want to carry stuff around the store. I must say, I never understood why people made such a huge fuss over a furniture store... But it turns out that Ikea is really more of a furniture experience. Now I'm not sure that it warrants a 60 mile, nearly hour and a half drive next time I want some pillowcases. But, the next time we are up in that area, I would be willing to stop in and try the cafe, and perhaps browse a little. Love is beating a coconut on a brick wall because your wife is convinced fresh coconut will taste better than a store bought one... Which it did! Best Husand Ever!
"Free to good home, or $1 a scoop Chinese restaurant..."
This is the ad I would like to post to Craigslist. I've always been an animal lover, but I also never met a dog like my husband's before. This dog is almost 3 years old and suddenly became un-house trained a few months after we moved in together. He either eats or pees on just about everything! I tried training him, being patient and giving him second chances, but I'm over him. We have 3 dogs between us from before we met, my big sweet girl, and his 2... one is a little dog that the oldest son has had since he was little, the other is Beaver Dog (not his real name, but suits him well). My dog was very well spoiled and got lots of quality time before we moved in together, this also means lots of time went into her training. Beaver on the other hand, was supposed to be for the husband's ex... she never really spent time with him or trained him, but he was at least house trained and was really sweet when we first moved in. I've tried to work with him, and teach him some better habits, but now I give up. Beaver recently chewed down a tree in the back yard... I mean chewed the trunk until there was nothing left to support the upper 20 or so feet and the top fell over in the yard! (photos to come soon) He chewed all of our kitchen chairs, an electrical outlet cover, toys, key chains, nearly everything except the things he is supposed to chew on. If it has been left in his reach its probably ended up chewed up and pooped out somewhere. I guess at least the poop ends up outside. What he doesn't eat, he pees on... the walls, the freezer,the dog food, even the other dogs! I've tried everything I can think of... cleaning it with bleach, pine sol, spraying with lemon juice... have tried cutting off the water at night, and they get let out at least a dozen times a day... But after cleaning up dog pee from inside my house 4 times this week, and a year and a half of trying to train him, I'm at my wit's end. We have talked about getting him a nice dog house and letting him be an outside dog, but he barks too much to be left out all the time. We have even talked about finding him a new home, but everyone we know already knows what a jerk he is and doesn't want to take him. I just don't know what to do about the Beaver. I'm sure I will get some backlash for not being a dog lover or something, but I really do love animals. I've just tried all the training tricks and everything else I could think of. If anyone has ideas for how to get Beaver to quit using my house as his personal potty spot, I would love to hear them! |
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