Kyoo 182 - IKEA Ride

One of these days, I might grow up. I hope not. But until then, I will continue to supplement routine excursions with spontaneity. Squishy's on board.

Case in point: IKEA trip.

Now, you might argue that an IKEA trip is anything but routine. Walmart? Routine. IKEA? Special trip! And it's true. A venture to IKEA is not routine. But it is routine to WALK around that store darting from a bedroom setup to a kitchen to a living room to a bathroom to a...is that a fully stocked cafeteria?? Amazing! Routine. Everyone going to IKEA does this and loves it.

Squishy and I on the other hand, laugh at those commoners. We grab the flat bed cart and turn the IKEA waltz into an IKEA ride:


"Whhheeeeeeee!"

Too fun. I thought for sure an IKEA employee would sternly tell me to get off the cart. I sheepishly glanced away from the first employee. Nothing. I stared nervously at the second. Nothing. I gave a weak, awkward smile to the third. Still nothing. As we rolled passed the fourth IKEA employee, I gave him a half-daring look that mostly said "I know, you're jealous." and we kept going. My means of getting around the store must be approved!

Now, Squishy insisted that he was having as much fun driving the cart as I was riding it. Really, I just think he liked the fact that he could prevent me from wandering off every which direction every time something shiny caught my eye. For example:

Me: "Ooh ooh ooh! I want to look at that lamp!"

Squishy: (Quickly rounds a corner) "What lamp? I didn't see a lamp?"

Me: "But it was so cool! It had those LED lights coming off of the Methuselah-like branches! It was a crazy lamp!"

Squishy: "You mean Medusa?"

Me: (Pauses) "Is that the lady with the snake hair?"

Squishy: "Yes."

Me: "Oh yeah, the Medusa-like branches."

Lamp is long-gone by this point and something else has caught my eye.

He probably thought he was earning boyfriend points but I eventually saw through to his true motive...

But I can't hate. It was super fun to ride around IKEA and I came away with exactly what I had intended on purchasing when I set into the store. And maybe one extra thing. But who can pass up a giant leaf that hangs over your bed like on a Bug's Life??



Not me.

Have a great day :)

Kyoo 181 - Green Balloons

It's been about four months again...time for a blog update!

My birthday was last Thursday and, despite it being a work day, I rather enjoyed it. My boy (who from here on out will be referred to as Squishy) earned some boyfriend points.

The inner child in me buzzed awake at 5:55 am. Incredible. I'm usually dead to the world until my alarm starts resuscitating life at 7 am. But it was my birthday! Quick look at the phone and there were already 12 text messages and 5 missed phone calls. Good thing past birthdays have taught me to flip that precious little "silent" switch. I started sifting through them when the following came through:

Jan 27, 2011 6:22 - from Squishy
"Happy birthday! I love you"

Typical. I was expecting that one.

Jan 27, 2011 6:23 - from Squishy
"Go to your car"

Not typical. I was not expecting that one. But it was so cold outside! I tried to ignore it for a little while...

Jan 27, 2011 6:25 - from Squishy
"Hurry. I am afraid they will fall because it is cold."

Dang it. My curiosity had been piqued. There was no more ignoring it. I crawled out of bed, bundled up in sweats and a hoodie, threw on my trusty moccasins, and set out to rescue whatever was about to fall. I made it down to my kitchen door when....



BALLOONS!

I was kind of scared at first because I could see out my kitchen window that my motion-sensor light had been triggered and my first thought was "Who's in my yard??". Seconds later I saw the balloons dancing around in the breeze and put two and two together.

I wish I would have snapped a picture of the set-up. Squishy had blown up a good dozen or two green balloons, tied them off with different colors of green ribbon, and attached them to my car and doorstep. I dutifully rescued them from the cold and had them accompany me about the house as I got ready for work. Nothing like a few balloons to make you feel like a kid again. Especially when you just hit your mid-twenties. Which lead right into your late-twenties. Which lead right into your thirties. Which lead right into...retirement?

Just kidding! I'm not complaining about my age yet :)

But I did love my surprise balloons. And like I said, Squishy earned some serious boyfriend points. And those never hurt. I might just remember this the next time he bites the curl off the top of my Dairy Queen cone...

Have a great day :)