Building means reading instructions

I’m not sure I have followed why people say that IKEA furniture is the a major cause of divorce/breaking up. You follow the little pictures in the booklet and you’re done. There  isn’t any need to battle things out with your spouse/partner. If anything you should be livid at the quality of the materials you are working with. Have you tried to get a too-big screw to fit in a poorly drilled hole of particle board? Guess who the blame falls on for that? Not the person who is sitting there helping you.

I think one of the major hurdles of dealing with build-it-yourself items like these are that you have to follow each little picture and not jump ahead. It’s like building those big lego sets — you just follow the pictures and don’t jump ahead. They’re pretty clear on what they want you to do, but you sometimes have to play with the spatial layout of the sketch vs what’s actually lying on your floor.

It can be fun to come up with curses that integrate the furniture name you’re trying to build. Swedish is a fun lyrical language, and IKEA does not hold back on the use of random, but well placed, words for their items — while “Skogsta” isn’t a word, the “Skogs-” root means forest. Well, this is one beefy laminated table and you actually feel like you’re handling a chunk of wood. The “hem” in Hemnes  means home. The new pet bed/toy line is called “lurvig” which means shaggy. But there are plenty of items that mean nothing at all like Selje, Nesna, and Brusali. Some have words that might not make sense, like “Knarra” for a laundry hamper. The word means crunch or creak. Maybe not what you want your hamper to do. . .

** All translations above are brought to you by Google Translate

While IKEA furniture is known to be of cheaper materials, you can do some smart shopping and come out with some pretty great items that don’t make your house feel like a dorm room. There are a lot of sustainable materials going into their furniture, so you’re possibly doing some environmentally friendly shopping too.


My advice for those moments

… when you have something that is seriously throwing you for a loop or messing with your emotions –> TALK TO A FRIEND. It doesn’t matter if this is  parent, sibling, cousin, friend, love-of-your-life, partner, spouse, awesome neighbor, or pet.

Airing your inner thoughts and feelings to someone who will actually listen to you is huge. Maybe you just need to talk to a wall or the mirror.

I’ve had a few things nagging at me over the past few weeks and last week I had a great text conversation with a friend and it clicked everything back into reality. It was just what I needed. The world in your mind is not the real one out there and that reality check can bring a heart wrenching emotional rollercoaster out of the intense spiral.

Please reach out to people. Do not ever think the world will find you ‘silly’ or ‘stupid.’ There is always someone out there who will listen to you. Maybe one of this 1-800 help numbers if you can’t think of someone you know personally.

That moment when…

you realize you are in love with someone

But that someone isn’t anyone you’ve met.

It’s who you will become.

It can be hard to stand on the edge of that precipice and see that image glittering in the air of possibility, and you can’t quite see what’s behind it, or how it came to be there. You just know that the only way to truly meet that person is to leap. . . and hope the path shows up. Trust in that leap.


This message brought to you by seeing an opportunity open and being given a chance at something that was the whole reason for moving.

Jogging, Day 2

Oh my goodness. Just tried to take Crazy Pup on a “run” for the second day in a row. Perhaps not my brightest idea, as it was growing darker by the second, but we made it home unscathed and he didn’t jump on me. We even had several stretches where he trotted perfectly beside me.

My legs are a bit in shock over this new routine, but they’ll get over it.

My left foot was all kinds of complaining since I have a blister on that I acquired while power walking across the street in my work shoes. For those who know me, it will surprise you that they were heels. Will wonders never cease. . .

We shall see what Day 3 brings. . .

Sick of flopping about

Today the pup was beside himself with angst and stress. So I threw on my lycra and You Betcha shirt and took the monster for a run. He does not have a good track record with running, but apparently if you get him miserable enough he does really really well. He still tries to grab his leash and run with it in his mouth like it’s a giant game of tug of war. I didn’t let him this time.

He didn’t really try to jump on me either.

We ran.

For about a mile. I’m not going to pretend this was any major event worthy of an award (unless it’s for his good behavior), but we did it.

And then I made a horrendous dish I do not want to ever repeat — polenta (not so bad) and onion, garlic, mushrooms and spinach with balsamic vinegar. I could have done without the balsamic. It didn’t help things one bit

Then I wolfed down two mini cupcakes because sometimes you just want a treat.

Debating on removing a lot of sugars and processed foods from the diet because I’m just feeling flubby.

So proud of my friends

This is the year of friends-publishing-books. I am so excited for them. Also, other friends are really taking off with their blogs and creative business ideas. A part of me wishes I were able to dedicate the crafty and creative juices to such things, but I shall have to settle for applauding them.

Below are the links to their work via Amazon.

Melody Condron — Managing the Digital You (Informative resource)

Megan Keno — Cast Iron Gourmet (This book just makes me hungry, thanks Megan!)

Amy Knight (she did not write all those historical books that are on Amazon, that is a different “Amy Knight”)– Lost, Almost (Fiction)

My friend’s wife wrote this book a few years ago, but I didn’t know her then.  Elly Zupko – The War Master’s Daughter (Fiction)

Experiences on Public Transit

Today has been a day of experiences and triggering some memories of other public transit experiences.

I guess to start off with I should say that the bus drivers here are wonderfully even keeled and put up with a lot of stuff — traffic, belligerent riders, disabilities of all walks of life, crazy pedestrians, school kids, people so focused on their phones they don’t see the world around them, etc.

My favorite driver is the one who says, “Here we go!” when pulling away from a stop. It’s the greatest. So enthusiastic.

So today started out with a crazy bus driver who was a bit brake happy and the bus was crammed with high school students. Some of who gave me that look of, “UGH.. an ADULT.” Sorry my age has messed with the enjoyment of your ride. Insert eye roll here.

I then hopped off the bus to get on the light rail and had a lovely ride in practicing my ability to not hold on to anything. Ankle strength. . . and pressure on the right part of your foot during a turn are key.

This afternoon was a different kind of experience. It started out with a fairly okay bus ride until we got near the end of town where I transfer buses.  *BANG* a window completely shattered into a million spider webs. It didn’t fall out of the frame, but the rubber seal around it was torn. We all jumped and looked from the window near the back of the bus to the driver. The bus driver went to the next stop and got on the phone to report the incident. I got off the bus to walk up to my transfer spot.

When your bus has an accident — GET OFF THE BUS. That bus is not going anywhere any time soon. They have to report the incident. You can always check with the bus driver to see if you should stay (maybe you saw something and can be a witness) or transfer to another bus.

We had a bus driver hit a parked car once when I was in high school. The road, where the accident happened, was super windy and the car was about 4 feet out from the curb so the option was to either knock off the side mirror or drive into oncoming traffic. I felt awful for the bus driver — she was one of the BEST bus drivers to handle us nightmare high school kids. She made sure we all understood that you always offer your seat to an older/disabled person. Doesn’t matter if you are in the seating at the front of the bus or not — you GET UP and you offer your dang seat. Truly one of the rare ones, because we mostly listened to her.

So thank you public transit drivers for tolerating all of us and fellow drivers on the road. You are appreciated.