I have been thinking a while about my house. Things aren't the way I want it to be arranged. I know it is a pain in the neck to have to be so precise about my furniture and how it works together. Why is it that it takes me so long to arrange it how I really like it and how it works the best for each room? Every thing was made for my former home. It took me a while to decorate it after the remodel, but it was perfect. I think it takes a while to get the feel of a new place before it all feels just right.
I need an extra storage room and it would be great if we (I mean my Hubs) would take down the trundle bed and move it to our computer room. We gave my niece and nephew our elliptical and treadmill and kept the Total Gym. The fourth bedroom is where we decided to put the littler box and the things that never get used. I will work on that room later, but for now, I am happy with the change. In my former house, we had built the perfect place for the litter box in the wash room. The cats are too afraid to go outside here. The old home had a screened porch for the cats with a little door for them to go outside. We need something like that here. Just not sure where to put it or if I want it.
I went to exercise on Friday and then to work to do the days orders and then it was time to work on a wedding. The bride wanted something different and fun. My former boss, Courtney, took the order months ago. She was moving to her apartment that day, so the wedding became my job. I had a time with the bouquet because none of the colors matched. I think the wholesaler man is color blind. He missed the mark. I finally got it all together, though, it is not my taste. I hope the bride liked it. Last minute changes make me crazy. Part of the flowers were silk and the rest was fresh. I had to go and buy silk roses. Courtney planed on using something else. The bride wanted roses so she got them. I forgot to tell you that she wanted white feathers and crystals in her bouquet.
I used Star fighters, which are more burgundy than hot pink, dark pink mini Calla lilies, and suppose to have hot pink roses. The roses looked more peachy pink than the color I needed. Why do wholesalers not get it. I think the owner should call the wholesaler and tell him that he was way off on the colors. I did order the flowers, but is it my responsibility to complain? We have had nothing but bad flowers the last month. A problem with the roses not being good. It irks me to no end to get stuff that in no good. If I don't like it then will the customers? I don't think so.
Saturday, I woke up late and thought I was late for exercise and work. I thought it was Friday again. Argh...
I was so tired by the time I got home Friday that I don't want to relive that day again.
I made home made vegetable soup on Saturday. It is even better today. I also made chicken salad for lunch. My cooking has improved this weekend. I told my hubs that I think I have forgotten how to cook. You know what he said? "I think you have, too." Something about my taste buds is off and nothing taste right. It really makes cooking a challenge. I would love to have someone cook for us. I would not mind doing the dishes at all. We eat so differently now than when our sons lived at home. I no longer do large meals with two or three vegetables. I keep it simple. Just the basics. I think I am just tired of cooking and with the summer heat it was too hot to entertain the idea of cooking or grilling out.
Thankfully, the temps this week are so much cooler than previous months. I hope it doesn't get that hot again.
I decided to host Thanksgiving at our home again. Last year, hubs, told his sister that we didn't want to have it here. We host it because Hubs won't go to their homes. He hates to travel. It sure is a lot of work, but I usually enjoy it. You have no idea of the crazy things that my brother-n- law says to me. You're not going to believe this.
Every since he had open heart surgery a few years back, he has been so obnoxious. He's always spoke his mind. Last year, as everyone was leaving he came up to me and sang a stupid song to me about needing to find a map to locate all the rolls of fat. I kid you not, he thought that he was funny. Every year he gets worse. I cringe at the thought of what he will say next. One year he called my boobs grapefruits. Good lord this man is crazy. I never want to be in a corner with him. What is it about old age that he thinks he can say anything? I hope I am never like him. I have to laugh at him and his nonsense.
I love my SIL, but I feel sorry for her being married to such a man. I was so shocked that I could not say anything. I thought about it for a long time. He is an old man. I will give him that...he won't live forever. He didn't know that would hurt my feelings. So what's up with his behavior?
Our sons said that Thanksgiving is the only time they get to see all of their cousins and their families. After thinking hard on this, I decided to have it at our home. I will expect the unexpected remark from him, but this time I will have a reply ready for him.
Ya'll be blessed.