Sunday, March 18, 2012

It Started With A Chair

I had been saying that as soon as the boys moved out, we would clean the entire house thoroughly and buy new living room furniture.

Off I went to scope out new recliners for Terry.  I didn't want  to drag him around and tire him out so I found a few  that I thought he might like.  One was motorized and he didn't even want to see it because it was $200 more.

So, he chose one at the Ashley Furniture Store.  While there, I looked for an occasional chair and absolutely fell in love with this one.  The picture does not do it justice.  The back ground is a rich chocolate brown and the fleur pattern is deep aqua tones. ( the living room has burgundy accents).  The chair only listed for $800, but the price was $500.  I'd keep it in mind, and we left after ordering Terry's chair.

Then, I saw the tiny ad in the paper for a store that I never had seen before. Their hours were not compatible with my work hours, but they had Ashley Furniture on sale for 2 days at 50% off the list price. My chair was $400 and I ordered the chair which we picked up Saturday.

Waaaaaay across the showroom, Terry spotted a chair that interested him.  Ha!  A chocolate brown motorized recliner, on sale 50% off list plus 20 more if you took the floor model.

The change in my living room color scheme ALL started with my beautiful, can't stop looking at it chair.

Next stop, the paint store.

Saturday, March 17, 2012

Its a Green Day

Nope, I'm not Irish.  Not even a tiny bit.  Not a smidge. But St. Pat's is a fun day and the nuns always taught us to wear a bit of green on St. Pat's Day or you'll get a pinch.

For some reason, I have been thinking of my grandmother a lot lately. I was a close to her as I could have been. Her name was Laura.

I named my daughter after her.

She loved the Cubs.  When the game was on, the TV was loud and you better not stand in front of it.

She taught me how to crochet.

She cared for my uncle all his life until he succumbed to MS.

She was a fantastic cook.  I loved her paczki, and wonder how the local stores can dare to call what they sell paczki.

Grandma Laura died more than 40 years ago.  I have childhood memories of the time I spent with her. I wish she had lived longer and I could have spent adult time with her.

**an answer to Sweetpea**

I live in an ethnic area, about 150 miles east of Chicago. Our area is rich in Polish people and many of the Polish traditions are celebrated. Paczki (pronounced POOONCHKI) are what some call a jelly filled donut, or a jelly filled bismark, but it has twice as much filling and the donut is super rich. They are eaten on the day before Ash Wednesday when Lent begins (known as Fat Tuesday). Even the Polish bakeries in this area don't make them like Grandma Laura did.

Sunday, March 11, 2012


Pazza Pazza is a blog I like to visit.
The request was to discuss TIME by posting our thoughts.

5 hours sleeping.
1 hour drinking coffee and reading the paper.
2 hours getting ready for and traveling to work.
8-10 hours spent at my "40 hour job".
3 hours traveling home, getting comfortable, cooking and eating supper, washing dishes, straightening kitchen.
3 hours spent with Terry, TV, hobbies, my dog.
No exaggeration.  Monday thru Friday its the routine.

When Yael mentioned Time, my first thought was the Rolling Stone's song (one of my all time fav groups, BTW) Time Is On My Side.
I like that saying.  Time Is On My Side.  You have time to be patient to achieve what you want.

Most that post about time will certainly say that they don't have enough time.  Certainly most will agree.  But I think there are 24 hours in the day.  We choose how to spend those hours.  Some of us want to be doing something other than what we do, but do what we must.  Others are blessed to be able to do what they want.

Right now, Terry and I are in the mist of reclaiming space in our home.  Redecorating and remodeling.  Painting and choosing new furniture. Tearing up, tearing out and replacing.  A lot of work.  Far more tiring than when we were younger. Much slower going than then too. My grandson told us we CREATE work. ~lol~

At the end of the day, if you can look back on the day and feel that you accomplished something.  If you did anything that you are proud of.  If you spent the day enjoying what you did, or simply relaxed and rejuvenated your soul.  Well, IMHO, that was time well spent.