I’m pissed. Not as pissed as I was yesterday but I try not to write when my husband is home. This blog is supposed to be a pain diary and a place for me to bitch. If I sit here and I type too much he asks questions. This is my private place.
Anyway, what am I pissed about? People who are just nasty. Actually, I think the situation that aggravated me actually stems from jealousy.
I run a crochet website which has a blog attached to it. It’s a nice little blog that I use to talk about things that are non-crochet related. Things that I’m up to or am thinking about. I keep it strictly “G” rated over there and play the part of “Little Miss Sunshine”.
I’ve been redecorating our house. We bought this house near three years and nothing’s ever really gotten done. The redecorating project is one of the things I talk about on my blog. I made mention that I was gonna go scout the second hand furniture stores. I’m wanting a new dinette set, a china storage cupboard and a love seat.
Well, some witch I don’t even know made the comment that “real spring cleaning doesn’t require new furniture”. Nowhere did I say a damn thing about spring cleaning. I’m not spring cleaning per se. I reorganize things constantly. That’s part of my personality. But I’m not spring cleaning. I’m redecorating. Redecorating usually does require some new pieces of furniture!
I really don’t know exactly why the comment got under my skin so much. It was just rude. I didn’t ask for advice. I just posted what I’d been up to for crying out loud!
I am very active on a certain crochet board on the web, too. I was talking with the ladies over there about the decorating. A couple of days later, a gal that I consider to be a real friend, visited a friend of hers. She came home and felt lousy about her house because her friend’s house is well decorated and organized.
My friend works very hard as a SAHM. She’s got four kids and acerage where they raise small livestock, too. Her house is clean. She’s great gal and I don’t think it was even remotely aimed at my comments on the redecorating.
Well, to cheer her up (I know that’s all it was about) the other ladies started basically bad mouthing folks that do have what I call “a well appointed home.” They were saying that living in a magazine photo is uncomfortable and uninviting. They made comments about someone who lives in such a home as not having their priorities straight, that they are anal, they’re overly concerned about appearances and not happy people.
I’m one of the happiest people around. My sister gets sick of me being so “up” at times. I really don’t complain much, despite this blog lol. But I’m human. I get angry but I don’t have to be a horse’s ass about it and make everyone around me uncomfortable.
So, why do I want my house redecorated? One, because I like to decorate. Always have. For my 12th birthday I asked for, and got, slipcovers for heaven’s sake. My room was always the best looking room in the house. My mother was always an officer in God only knows how many different things. Things at church, the hairdresser association. She had study groups when she started out to become a cosmetology teacher. Seems folks were always coming into the house to meet with her and Daddy privately. The insurance man, the accountant, etc. My room was always the one used for them to entertain people in because it was private and stylish. I used my allowance to buy knick-knacks, lamps, table, you name it. It was fun.
Secondly, and probably the biggest current impetus for my redoing things, I am housebound all but three to five days a month. That sounds like getting out a lot to some folks for some reason. But that comes down to an average of two Thursdays (my sister’s day off) a month for about 4 or 5 hours. A less than one hour trip to WalMart on a Saturday where my sister didn’t have Thursday off so I couldn’t do errands. And every three weeks I drive myself to the grocery store.
I can’t drive any great distance. Technically, I’m not supposed to be driving at all. My rheumatologist (we’re gonna call him Dr F from now on) doesn’t want me driving at all, nor does my primary caregiver. Dr H (pain mgt) thinks it’s okay on occasion and for short distances. The grocery store is 10 blocks from our house. That’s my only truly indepenent time.
So if you add it up there are 720 hours in a month. I am out of here about 16-20 hours a month. Let’s subtract 320 hours a month to sleep (yeah, I wish!) that leaves 400 hours a month waking time. So that puts me at 5% of the time that I get out. Five percent. That’s less than a parttime worker gets out in a week. That leaves me staring at these four walls just under 13 hours a day on average.
Okay, math over. You get the idea. I like my environment to be appealing. I love to decorate. I’m good at it, in my opinion. I like nice things. We can finally afford nice things. I’ve been out of my parents’ home for 25 years now so it’s about damn time. I’m not talking Baccarat crystal, $7,000 sofas, gold plated taps, expensive Oriental rugs. I’m talking WalMart and JC Penney for the most part. Also, quite a bit from a mail order outfit that I really like called Brylane Home. Upper middle class.
When we were searching for a home to buy (to move out of the trailer park, I might add) I settled on this one. Let’s face it girls, we’re always the one that chooses the home and we and our husbands know it. Our home is very reasonably priced. We only paid $54,000 for it. We should’ve really been looking at $100k homes for DHs income but that’s too much money. I felt it would leave us house poor. Plus, the house is huge! 1600 sq ft with an additional 850 sq ft upstairs that can be fitted out. It was ugly as sin when we bought it but now it’s been remodeled.
In my opinion, we have the best house on the block. I don’t do things outside because, to be honest, it’s a lower middle class neighborhood with some shady elements. We had a hand truck stolen out of our backyard and once someone put a bullet through one of our dining room windows. No one was hurt. So not an “elite” neighborhood by any stretch of the imagination but not the slums either. It’s usually very quite and the neighbors are all good people. We’re happy here.
Anyway, I’m running of anger here now. Writing is very theraputic indeed. It comes down to I want that magazine page. I still find it comfortable. We put our feet up on the furniture and everything. I like it. It’s no one’s business but my own. I still intend to publish photos of the finished house. Long as we don’t get robbed before that. The neighbors must think we’re truly loaded because the UPS man has delivered something almost every day for the past two months lol. Thank goodness for the internet or I wouldn’t get any shopping done.
It’ll be beautiful and the nasty woman that posted the nasty comment will be green with envy
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