Springing Forward is Not a Good Look for Me

This might be one of the only times that I will say I wish I had been at work all weekend. . . I have been gifted hand me down furniture for years now by my parents. And each time I get a little closer to my style.

A couple of years ago they got new living room furniture and while it was more in line to my liking, mom liked it well enough to buy it. See, I am more of a dark chocolate furniture fan and mom is more of a light colored fan. So it was a bit of a surprise to see the nice, dark furniture hanging out in their house.

And like it has happened a few times before, she started to change her mind about the end tables and the coffee table. Having grown up without coffee tables, I have never seen a need for one, preferring the over sized, very expensive ottoman that Wookie has taken as his bed during the day. In fact, I made sure when I bought my grown up furniture a few years ago that I would have that nice ottoman added to my purchase.

The longer I spent with Stacey and her hubby, the more I wanted to do DIY projects and opted to paint my natural wood colored end tables to finally get everything to my liking. So getting the call back in January about the possibility that I would inherit the somewhat new tables from the parental unit left me in a bit of a state. I wanted it, especially the really nice entertainment stand but getting to my place and lugging it up stairs was not on my list of things to do.

So yesterday, after going back and forth on do I want the stuff or not, my parents and uncle delivered it as well as three massive totes full of dolls. The days of storing my stuff all over the county are dwindling and I didn’t remember having all of those dolls! I mean I knew I had a lot but umm, I was a very lucky kid to say the least.

The Cabbage Patch Kids and all of the Barbies (ones that I had never taken out of their boxes) arrived yesterday and I took a trip down memory lane, while sneezing. The totes could be used to put bodies in, that is how big they are and they were covered in dust from being in my parents garage for years.

Once I finally caught my breath and my help had finished helping me cart everything upstairs I got to putting the new to me furniture in their new spots. The funny thing is the one piece that took the longest to get set was the entertainment stand. I have too many cords and too many gadgets for my tv, it took almost an hour to get it all organized and how I wanted it. The rest was a cake walk compared to that mess.

I took a break, napped and finally woke up around seven and knew that the night was going to a long, ugly one. I can nap with the best of them but three hours of a nap that late in the day is not the best of ideas. I decided to go ahead and take pictures of all the dolls because I knew that keeping everyone of them (with no heir to pass them down to) would be a disaster. I had also spoken to a coworker who said she might be interested in some of them, so after taking pictures and putting them back in their totes, I swore that I would try to get rid of most of them while hanging on to a few that really mean something to me.

And then I waited to fall asleep. . .and I kept waiting. Finally at two when the clock literally jumped straight to three I made myself go to sleep. And it was a restless sleep, one filled with weird dreams and a cat that decided walking on me would be a good thing.

And today? I am exhausted. I didn’t sleep in, I took a nap but that ended in weird dreams as well, so I gave up. I worked on digging through boxes on my deck and promptly slammed a box on my hand.

So my new plan of attack this evening is to hit the hay early and hope that this whole springing forward thing doesn’t bit me in the butt tomorrow morning.

And by the way. . . if anyone wants to buy Barbies of CPK dolls, let me know. . . Right now they are winning the war on turf space and even the cat isn’t that thrilled about that new development. Oh and I would like to request an IV of Starbucks in the morning please.


What you see is what you get; I am a Nashville girl who is single, again. I use the blog to get my inner, tortured, wanna be writer angst out. One day I just may write a book. I have been stumbling through life for 43 years now, I love to cook, read and figure out more embarrassing ways I can either harm myself (thank you hula hoop of 2010 and the case of the thrown back) or just prove how inept I am at household chores and dieting. The people you read about on here are real but most have had their names changed to protect the innocent and not so innocent. And I really should make a list of them so I can remember! Enjoy, read, mock, laugh and comment, it really isn't difficult. Plus, I would prefer reading comments from real people as opposed to the weird spam comments I keep getting. Plus, I will always find the hardest path to follow and take that one, why would anyone want to take the easy way?!

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