Right On Target

Imagine you are a dog.

And as a dog, you start to feel nauseous and have a need to expel the contents of your stomach. Maybe that pizza slice you found on the road wasn’t such a good idea after all…

In your dog-mind ask yourself where would you go if you had to barf?

Some venues in our house are:

Under the Bed. (hardwood)

Family Room (hardwood)

Kitchen (Tile)

Various crappy floor mats from Target that are **meant to be used by dogs **and could be easily replaced.


You could barf on our brand new multiple hundred dollars worth of white area carpet. Because…. you’re a dog.

This is my life now

It’s never a good night when BW sends a text and asks you to bring home carpet stain remover. Never.

So with this in my shopping cart I head home and give BW the can to fix the barf situation.

Once there, BW gets to work:

She sprayed and wiped and sprayed and wiped and even dragged out her fancy $400 hair dryer to dry the carpet. And five bucks worth of goop later it seems to be good enough to pass as new(ish).

You know, I have to congratulate myself (or, the zoloft) but there was a time when I would have lost my mind when stuff like this happened. Now.. meh. They have more carpets at Home Depot.

It’s just not worth getting too upset about stuff anymore.

As the saying goes: barf happens.

At Least Something Fits

After yesterday’s fiasco with the bookcase at very least I can share some good news from our recent adventures on craigslist.

While at the dealer shopping for ill fitting furniture, we also found this candle holder thing that we are both not sure if it’s really ugly or we like it.

Here, decide for yourself:

It’s about 2 feet across and although we don’t have them yet there’s four little holders for small candles.

It costs us five bucks, so it was really a no brainer.

We needed something to for the space next to the TV because the TV isn’t centered in the room because we need it to cover the breaker panels behind.

I had suggested a clock but this works well too. And it’s hard to beat the price. Heck, it’s cheaper than paint.

The BookCase

We have nobody to blame but ourselves.

In fact if it comes down to it I guess I’m the one to blame. Because: my idea.

You see, now that I have my own little space in my corner in the basement thanks to my new desk that I have set up as a standing desk (which admittedly I am still getting used to) I thought that all I need now was to get rid of BW’s bookshelves and then I could squeeze a little chair in the corner if I delegated her books to another spot in the basement.

But first we had to figure out what to do with BW’s books and so I went on craigslist and found this mid century modern bookcase. It’s a very nice piece and it wasn’t too expensive considering some of the crap at IKEA.

Also, it was local - 8 minutes away so we buzzed over and bought it.

The lady did not deliver but she said she might have somebody that would deliver it for us for a nominal fee and it all worked out. By about 4pm this bookcase was in our home.

The End, right?


BW and I both thought we knew the perfect spot to put this and it would fill up a little spot in the corner that’s kind of dead space and if we’re not careful it’s a corner where crap just collects like the vacuum that should have been put away and sundry other items.

Before we left to buy this we measured the spot. It’s perfect.

What we didn’t do is measure the stairway, so guess what? It’s 2 inches too tall and won’t go down the stairs.

Oh, Hello Pissed Off Wife.

So just when I thought I was getting stuff done it’s now become my job to figure out how or who to hire to get this thing down there.

Of course the easy way would be to take it apart but because it’s well made and NOT crappy IKEA stuff I have no idea how. Or…I could tempt fate and try and find some professional movers to see if they can’t get it down there because it was oh so close

The guys that delivered this thing could not be more clueless if they tried. I’m FAR from a good mover but you would think it was the first time they ever moved anything, but no major damage done and for the time being this thing is in the living room.

It’s been a day. I have googled how to take apart furniture and how to move big furniture with little luck. We need to find somebody that knows how to disassemble this thing or knows how to get it down there because it can’t stay in the living room forever.

I have marching orders from BW that I must stop all other projects until I get this problem solved.

I guess it will be a while before I get my new chair in my office after all.

Stay tuned… there will be more for before this story ends.

The First Episode

We have a tradition here.

When we start to watch a new movie on Netflix or Amazon or whatever, I always want to quit halfway through and I say “ I dunno BW about this - what else do we have?” and every time BW makes me stick with it and then by the 2nd or sometimes third episode I’m fully hooked and can’t stop watching.

I’ve done this with other projects too. Take this site for example - I have started and then ultimately quit writing here more than once and if I look back I wish I had stuck with it.

I wonder if the fact that my need for the TV show to grab me fully in the first 15 minutes due to my interest in technology and the internet and that stuff moves so fast in these spheres that there’s always something new?

Or maybe that when it comes to the streaming services themselves. There’s just too much stuff and so little time? I’ve yet to make it all the way through breaking bad and there’s so much other stuff to watch on my saved lists that it’s overwhelming. There’s too much choice now.

Add to the fact that these shows are not just one episode - or even just an hour and a half movie - but some are entire series with 18 one hour episodes in the que. We don’t watch every day so a season’s worth can take us upwards of 2 months or longer to slog through.

Maybe that’s why I’m so reluctant to start a new show because with the way we watch now there’s **so much time invested in the watching **now. Back in the the pre-streaming era it was easier. You were only out a half an hour if you didn’t like it.

As a Canadian sometimes we didn’t have much choice other than CBC so you didn’t ahve much programming to choose from: hockey or hockey. Or even with regular cable, an episode of Happy Days was 30 minutes at most and the commercials mean you even had time to pee or get a snack.

Maybe I’m just being to fussy about my time and what I watch but sometimes it seemed like less choice was easier.

Your Order Has Shipped

Here’s one I haven’t done before. Apparently I ordered some stuff on Amazon while putting my phone back in my pocket.

As almost every human on the planet does these days - the first thing I do is check the phone. Usually, it’s the stupid alarm going off and maybe some eBay auctions ending I have been watching.

But this morning it was the little Amazon shopping cart icon in my notification tray. Funny, I thought - I didn’t order anything.

Well, it seems I had. Yesterday afternoon I was wondering how I was going to mount my stupidly large computer monitor to my new $25.00 desk so I was shopping for monitor stands and mounts.

I had the stuff in my shopping cart to see what the total would be. I decided against placing the order and put my phone back in my pocket.

Well, somehow the order got placed and my order is on my way. Great.

It was only $40.00 but that’s not the point. It was also **mortgage day **and as BW is in charge of the finances I’m always afraid the mortgage payment is going to bounce because I stopped at Starbucks.

Thankfully this month payday and mortgage day happened on the same day and pa day beat mortgage day to the bank so crisis averted.

I was able to cancel the order for half the stuff, but I have a 100×200 VESA Monitor mount coming tomorrow, because: prime.

I know that now I am an American I am supposed to support the economy and work all the time and buy all the things but shopping in your pocket is a new one for me.

I’m just happy I didn’t have an expensive Apple product in my cart that’s now on the way. BW would have killed me.