It spoke to me

So as you can see from one of my recent posts, I’ve been on a search for art for my living room. We got a new couch and new coffee table, and with that came a new theme. I think of myself as a pretty laid back, earthy chick, and I wanted my new art to reflect that. I didn’t want to decorate with art from a big box store that anyone at any given moment could have, but I also don’t have the funds to drop a few thousand (shit, or a few hundred) on art from a private collection. And honestly, I am just not an art snob. I just wanted to find something that spoke to me.

I asked you, dear Internet, for advice, and BadBadIvy inspired me to give Etsy.com another chance. The site can be a little overwhelming if you don’t know what you’re looking for (and if you don’t have several hours to peruse everything they have to offer), but everything is handmade–and there is just so much talent out there, it’s totally worth it.

I discovered Chaanda’s Etsy shop, and was blown away. Her paintings were exactly what I was looking for. I contacted her to see what was available and to see if she would reproduce one painting that she had already sold (she will!), and Saturday I bought four of her paintings. They are gorgeous, and are inspiring me even before they’re here in my home.

So the moral of the story is, folks, go check out Etsy.com if you’re looking for something you just can’t seem to find around town (it’s not just for art, either). And even if you’re not looking for anything, go check out Chaanda’s shop—she’s super talented (and nice!) and you might see something that inspires you, too.

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Epiphany of the day

Losing the presidential election was the best thing that could have happened to Al Gore. (Not to the country, of course, but to him.) He is so much more personal, lighthearted and genuine than he was before the Supreme Court royally fucked him over. (Also: aren’t they all kicking themselves in the ass?!)

Watching him on 60 Minutes now, I kinda want to hug him.

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Where can I find affordable canvas art/paintings?

So along with the new living room furniture I would like to put up some new art. I like the canvas painting look, modern is good but I’m not too picky as long as I can find something in my color scheme (earth tones).

I ordered this canvas from Urban Outfitters, but where else can I go—either online or to an actual location—to find art of a similar style? Or even if it’s not the same style—where can I go to find paintings on canvas for, say, less than $100?

Please, dear Internet, help me decorate my living room!

Sonofabitch

So today I left work early to come home and work while waiting on my new couch from American Signature. My second new couch, since the first one they tried to deliver to me a week ago was damaged. I was so hopeful. And then I was sorely disappointed.

The second couch showed up damaged. Again. In a different place than the first.

I don’t know who Inspector #3 is, but he/she should be fired. I don’t know how you miss a gaping tear on the front of the couch. Especially when there’s white stuffing pouring out of it.

So after a lot of bitching, cursing and me trying really hard not to cry on the phone to the customer service rep, we have a replacement couch—our THIRD—coming on Saturday, April 5. I told them they got two tries to get it right—I am not leaving work any more for them. I also told them (when they asked why I wasn’t happy after all with them sending someone out to try to repair it) that I paid for new furniture and if I wanted damaged stuff I would have gone to Goodwill and gotten me a couch for $20. And I wondered why they couldn’t deliver undamaged goods after two tries. The customer service rep. wondered that, too.

I also wondered why I didn’t just tell them they could refund me my money and come pick their fucking couch up from my front porch—because that’s where it would be waiting if they didn’t get me a new couch asap—but I knew the answer to that. It’s the only couch I found that I liked the color and style, and price. But it’s not that cheap. So I don’t want to chalk this up to a you-get-what-you-pay-for lesson.

But shit. We spent several thousand dollars on bedroom furniture two years ago at American Signature, and this couch (and coffee table also ordered) aren’t exactly cheap. Shouldn’t I be able to expect to receive an undamaged couch the first time? Hell, it shouldn’t matter how much we paid for the stuff. It’s advertised as new and undamaged, that’s what I want to receive. Someone obviously isn’t doing their job. Either that or the delivery dudes have a serious vendetta our for their customers or their employer.

But I think I’ve been very nice up to this point. I haven’t demanded a discount, I haven’t called anyone any bad names and I’ve barely raised my voice. All I want is my couch, new and unharmed, delivered to my house on a day that I don’t have to work. But come April 5, if a damaged couch shows up at the house, some serious shit is going to go down.

It’s about time

Our new couch comes tomorrow!! Hells ya! It was supposed to come in last Thursday, but it was damaged. Even after all the persuading the dude at American Signature tried to use on me, I didn’t take it. Sorry, I paid for a new couch and I want a new couch. And last I checked, new couches didn’t have huge ass rips down to the stuffing on the top. I don’t care what you’ve heard, you can’t hide that shit by sticking the couch in a corner, either.

So tomorrow the new couch comes, hopefully this time not damaged. A week and three days is a long time to go between sitting on the floor or watching a 13″ TV in the bedroom. I’m too old for this crap.

Stabby McStabsalot

For the last two weeks I have had some pretty nasty pain. Like someone was stabbing me in the lower gut with a pencil. And then stomping on my bladder. So I went to the doctor today.

Apparently my ovaries are pissed off at me. So pissed, in fact, that the one on the right decided to take the monthly follicle and bust it all up into a cyst. Yeah. I’m glad to know my appendix isn’t bursting and I don’t have a hernia, but this shit hurts!!! I wish someone else had been in the exam room with me to take my picture when the doctor told me what they were going to do to help me: Nothing. Oh, I can take some Motrin and hope it starts working, but mainly I just have to wait for my body to reabsorb this little fucker.

Come on, right ovary, let’s try to hurry it up just a little, k? Pretty please??

Mememememememememe

Well, Klinde tagged me for a meme and caught me on a good night! I’m back home in bed after a short night out, feeling kinda crappy but not crappy enough to go to sleep. So here goes:

You take each line and replace it with a single word of your choosing. Yes, just one word!!
Afterward, tag seven folks…

You’re feeling: sickly
To your left: pillow
On your mind: friendships
Last meal included: burrito
You sometimes find it hard to: rest
The weather: changing
Something you have a collections of: Macs
A smell that cheers you up: rain
A smell that can ruin your mood: mold
How long since you last shaved: days
The current state of your hair: messy
The largest item on your desk right now (besides computer): subwoofer
Your skill with chopsticks: none
Which section you head to first in the bookstore: reference
And after that?: foreign
Something you are craving: relief
Your general thoughts on the presidential race: wearisome
How many times have you been hospitalized this year: none
A favorite place to go for quiet time: bed
You’ve always secretly thought you’d be a good: photographer (with the right training)
Something that freaks you out a little: mayonnaise
Something you’ve eaten too much of lately: Uro-blue
You have never: golfed
You never want to: die

Ok, now for my seven people:
Summer
Cole
Colleen
Devon
Brandy
Lesley
Lindsey

Go!!

He certainly poked the wrong bear*

Dear [name of dumb-ass realtor removed],
I received this e-mail forward titled “The One Flaw in Women–Amen!” from you, I’m assuming in error. I am giving you the benefit of the doubt here, as I cannot fathom why a real estate agent with whom I have only spoken briefly would find it necessary to send me any e-mail forward of a personal nature, especially one aiming to educate me on the supposed shortcomings of my gender by utilizing Christian propaganda.

I also do not appreciate you providing my e-mail address without my consent to others included in the Cc: field. Please remove my e-mail address from your list.

Best,
Megan

I don’t know if this guy mistakenly added me to his send list or actually thought I would appreciate hearing what someone thought was the one flaw in women, but as you can see by my response (which I did actually e-mail him back with), I was offended. I do not typically identify myself as a hard-core feminist, but my ovaries shuddered when I read the contents of the e-mail. It basically described God talking with an angel about creating woman (she must wash clothes, be waterproof, cook a good dinner, the usual), and ended with some shit about how woman’s flaw is not knowing her own worth. And we must be told.

Because obviously without man to tell women how awesome we are for being able to do all these extremely hard tasks like wash a load of laundry and cook a roast (you know, woman’s work), we of course assume we are just a big pile of shit.

Gee, Mr. Realtor, thanks for clearing that up!

Where is Aunt B.? She would know how to handle this much more eloquently.

*Title taken from what my friend Summer remarked when I told her what I was e-mailing back in response to receiving what has got to be one of the most offensive e-mails I have seen in a long time.

Hello there!

Holy¬†crap it’s been awhile since I posted. Sorry. Been hella busy.

Let’s see, what have I been up to… We’ve decided to wait a while longer before putting our condo on the market and buying a house in Nashville. We were so close to looking at two houses in Bellevue this past weekend, but for a few reasons just decided the time wasn’t right. But the fun side of not moving is that I get to do some little home improvements around here. So I’m planning on one or two new window treatments, painting Ian’s bathroom, and most importantly finding out if it’s feasible to pull up our carpet downstairs and put down hardwood. Not real hardwood, but the crap that looks real but you can put down yourself. And I’m not psychic, but I’m pretty sure I see a new couch and coffee table in our future. And let’s hope Ian takes some of that salary from his new job and buys a new TV. Yeah, hi, this is your girlfriend… urging you to please purchase a flatscreen. :)

Oh yeah, Ian starts his new job Monday–yay! I think he’s excited… I am excited for him, anyway. I don’t know if he wants me to blog about what he’ll be doing, and judging by the background check he, I and anyone who’s ever even looked at him before had to endure, maybe I should just keep it off the ole blog.

Oh, and we got Super Smash Brothers Brawl for the Wii. I have only played it for a few minutes, and so far it looks pretty sweet—even though I’m not sure Pikachu (the character I always play) has any new moves. But it has about 30 boards and you can play online, so I anticipate many weekend hours dedicated to this activity. Especially since a co-worker and her friend have challenged Ian and I to an online battle. It is so on.