Apartment living (on the second floor of our building) is hot. We are in a west-facing unit; when I get home from work, our living room is about 137 degrees Fahrenheit. That place must be aired out to keep you sane, which means that we are trying to take better advantage of our balcony.
The balcony is cute, and has enough room for a little table and a couple chairs. So, we are in hot pursuit of some patio furniture.
We truly began our hunt at The Patio Place (the one that took over the old Hollywood Video on Cedar and Shepherd). We ventured in on a Sunday morning after church, thinking that they would have just opened; they had already been open for an hour and a half. I guess people normally begin their patio furniture hunting at dawn.
Anyway, the store had a really relaxing atmosphere. Cool breezes coming from quietly humming fans were accompanied by a smooth jazz store soundtrack. This, combined with the furniture that begged for lounging, made me very relaxed. The fact that a salesperson complimented me on my skirt as we looked around was a bonus.
Another salesman came up to us after we browsed for a minute and asked what we were looking for. We explained that we live in a tiny apartment and can't have a huge bulky patio set taking up what little room we have on our balcony. We pointed to a sample size of the type of furniture we were looking for.
"Oh, you're looking for a bistro set."
Um, LOVE IT! "A bistro set." I can just imagine sitting outside early morning (er, maybe mid-morning Saturday), enjoying a cup of coffee, listening to Edith Piaf, and mocking all the bistro-set-deficient commoners walking around my apartment complex. I could even wave to them. I am totally calling all small tables I ever come across again "bistro tables."
The store had about three potential future Huerta "bistro sets" on the floor. We sashayed our way over to simplest looking one to check out the price.
$498.
We couldn't get out of there fast enough.
We've heard of a few good places to try to find our set, but no luck. Where do you recommend we go to fulfill my fantasy (at a realistic price)?
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Thursday, June 24, 2010
Thursday, June 3, 2010
X Does Not Equal Y
I have been married a whole month now. The wedding and honeymoon, which were both wonderful, have passed. The real world has hit the newlyweds.
How hard has it hit us? Well, I have already begun to learn some things about married life that them thar books could never tell me. Experience, baby.
For those unmarrieds of you out there, this means that I am beginning to gain wisdom about marriage and the sexes. Nay, secrets. Secrets that only married people know, and never tell singletons.
Well, I am breaking that rule. I am passing along this insightful knowledge.
To share my first married-month’s insights, I have made a list—a list of “expectations vs. reality” for marriage. Or, perhaps more accurately, women’s expectations vs. this-is-not-a-movie reality. And, in alignment with their chromosomal representations, I have titled this list "X Does Not Equal Y."
X: Carefully planning with consideration what kind of food your Husband would like for dinner two days in advance -- does not equal -- Y: what you actually eat for dinner.
X: Sitting down in the same room, facing the same way, watching the same television program, drinking the same iced tea -- does not equal -- Y: thinking about the same thing.
X: Having an apartment with a second bedroom and a walk-in closet -- does not equal -- Y: adequate storage for two wardrobes, 37 pairs of heels and 64 wine glasses.
X: Walking through the same apartment door as your spouse--daily -- does not equal -- Y: no size-12 shoes being in your way upon entry and exit.
X: Putting pretty candles and nice-smelling flowers out because you finally have a space of your own -- does not equal -- Y: finding them a permanent place in your bedroom, because you now share it with a boy.
X: Saying, in exhaustion, loud enough for the Husband to hear, that the garbage needs to be taken out-- does not equal -- Y: actually asking the Husband to take the garbage out.
X: Asking the husband to write thank you notes from all of your generous wedding guests based on a "sample" thank you note -- does not equal -- Y: Husband actually retaining the format of said note for future thank yous.
X: Anticipating that your stressful or crummy day will ruin your evening – does not equal – Y: all the wonderful things your Husband will say and do to help make it all better.
Yes, I anticipate more wisdom in the future. Anyone have any advice now?
How hard has it hit us? Well, I have already begun to learn some things about married life that them thar books could never tell me. Experience, baby.
For those unmarrieds of you out there, this means that I am beginning to gain wisdom about marriage and the sexes. Nay, secrets. Secrets that only married people know, and never tell singletons.
Well, I am breaking that rule. I am passing along this insightful knowledge.
To share my first married-month’s insights, I have made a list—a list of “expectations vs. reality” for marriage. Or, perhaps more accurately, women’s expectations vs. this-is-not-a-movie reality. And, in alignment with their chromosomal representations, I have titled this list "X Does Not Equal Y."
X: Carefully planning with consideration what kind of food your Husband would like for dinner two days in advance -- does not equal -- Y: what you actually eat for dinner.
X: Sitting down in the same room, facing the same way, watching the same television program, drinking the same iced tea -- does not equal -- Y: thinking about the same thing.
X: Having an apartment with a second bedroom and a walk-in closet -- does not equal -- Y: adequate storage for two wardrobes, 37 pairs of heels and 64 wine glasses.
X: Walking through the same apartment door as your spouse--daily -- does not equal -- Y: no size-12 shoes being in your way upon entry and exit.
X: Putting pretty candles and nice-smelling flowers out because you finally have a space of your own -- does not equal -- Y: finding them a permanent place in your bedroom, because you now share it with a boy.
X: Saying, in exhaustion, loud enough for the Husband to hear, that the garbage needs to be taken out-- does not equal -- Y: actually asking the Husband to take the garbage out.
X: Asking the husband to write thank you notes from all of your generous wedding guests based on a "sample" thank you note -- does not equal -- Y: Husband actually retaining the format of said note for future thank yous.
X: Anticipating that your stressful or crummy day will ruin your evening – does not equal – Y: all the wonderful things your Husband will say and do to help make it all better.
Yes, I anticipate more wisdom in the future. Anyone have any advice now?
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