Big OOOHHHH changes

Ever heard the term of ‘wild hair up your ass’?
Well, I got one.

For Father’s Day, Shaun decided he wanted Swedish meatballs from IKEA. So we packed up his brats and headed out to The Place Kristine Gets Lost In And Must Be Called Or Paged To Be Located.

It might have been the pretty sauce they put next to the meatballs that caused me to decide to change my life.

I picked out a duvet and curtains. Harmless right?

On the way home my mind started turning and spinning. I looked at Shaun and said all in one breath, “I have an idea. I want to take my bed, dresser, hope chest and give them to Kara. The queen size mattress in Tyler’s room can go with the bed frame so she has a full bed. We can take the frame out of the garage, put our bed on it. I mean, Kara would love it and if she wants to stay over there more often, she has a comfy bed. Tyler has his futon that in his room and wants the queen size bed out of there anyway. This could work.”

He looked at me like I had done lost my marbles.

“Think that is a good idea? Huh? I mean, it will make more space. I don’t know what we are going to put the t.v. on, but who cares, we’ll find something. Why are you looking at me like that? What are you thinking? Bad idea? Good Idea?”

He finally opens his mouth, “Uh. What? I mean…the bed goes where?”

“It’s going to go to Dan’s house.”

“Kara’s moving in with her dad?”

“No. Just my bed is.”

“And we will sleep on what again?”

“THE FRAME. The one from Dan’s old house. You can make a head board!”

After some back and forth and four hundred more questions from He Who Doesn’t ALWAYS Understand My Logic, he asked me, “When…when do you want this to be done?”

I didn’t say anything.

“Today? Father’s Day?” The dramatic sigh. “Well, call Dan and see if he even wants all the stuff.”

“Screw that, he’ll come get it.”

This is where Shaun ALWAYS has Dan’s back. “CALL HIM FIRST AND ASK HIM.”

I called Dan and told him, “Come get my bed, dresser and the hope chest you made me.” After 1 question, like a giddy little school girl said he would be right over to pick up his hope chest…and that other stuff.

We pulled everything out the bedroom. EVERYTHING. Tabitha, the trooper that she is, got all my books off the top shelf and asked me with all sincerity, “Is it really possible for this much dust to layer itself?” HAND FULLS of dust came of each book.

Now my bed sits on a small bed frame. It is covered with a raspberry colored duvet with ORANGE AND GREEN swirlies all over it. I have green curtains and an orange throw rug. This, for some people, sounds totally normal. For me, to veer away from all things brown, IS HUGE. To give up my bed that I fought for tooth and nail and cried tears, big fatty tears to get, My, as Tabitha calls it, ‘princess and the pea’ bed. My HUGE, high up bed…to get rid of it was like the scene in ’40 Year Old Virgin’ when he was getting his back waxed. It was painful, but I had to do it.

And now you’re asking yourself, ‘why no picture’? Um. I’m sorta in denial and having ‘giver-away-remorse’. Yes, the room is officially 4 times bigger than it was…and I have COLOR in my room. It’s just not even close to being in the same realm as ‘done’. When it’s done, I’ll let you see it.

I ran out of gas today. Not figuratively, but actually RAN OUT OF GAS. Yes, I have a fuel injected car and YES, I know how bad that is. It was an eye opening experience of what our society has come to. I am BLOCKING traffic in this ‘semi’ ritzy town where every car is a mini van, Hummer or SUV worth more than my house…and out of the 50 people I had to wave around me, only 2 old ladies asked me if I needed anything. MEN, grown ass men walking PAST my car into the supermarket, not even giving me a second glance. A TOW TRUCK DRIVER didn’t even stop because he didn’t take AAA. TWO GALLONS OF GAS, he wouldn’t even stop as Tabitha and I are trying to figure out how to get our half a gallon in the tank. ASSHOLES.
My friend pointed out to me, “Well, they probably figured since you had a phone, you had taken care of it.”

I DON’T CARE, STOP AND ASK! It’s called being a nice person! I’m not a shady character in a bad part of town. I’m driving a mini-van that is hazard light blinking in front of the supermarket BLOCKING TRAFFIC.

It might have been my red Pinto t-shirt that said, “I like my Ponies Fast” that scared them off.