Risky Business

I've had a few comments on my fear of going to get furniture at strangers houses and allowing strangers in my home to purchase finished pieces.................First of all I have an extremely overactive imagination - always have - it made for hell when raising my kids let me tell you - worst case scenarios haunt me - I do not travel without first writing each of my kids a letter with a specific item of jewelry, just in case. ( time consuming when you're only getting groceries, ha ha )  But everytime I think I am just a nutjob - there's another story in the news that convinces me otherwise.  So, there you have it.

Ok - so here is a true story for you
Last year I got a call from a contractor letting me know he had a prospective client for me - he told me he was a little strange but completely harmless and a super nice guy - single Dad blah blah blah -
So I called ( he shall remain nameless for obvious reasons ) and set up an appointment - John was out of town so off I went alone. I got to his house and rang his bell - to which he yelled out from where I didn't know, that the door was unlocked and to just come in. Very very gingerly I opened the front door - uncomfortable already ( always go with your intuition ladies, always) and again he yells out to make myself comfortable - the house was open concept so I made my way to the kitchen very carefully eyeing both exits and now realizing that he is in the washroom. All my friends say I am paranoid - and a drama mama ( of which I am most definitely both of that ) so I try hard, I really do, to be normal.

AND OUT HE COMES IN HIS UNDERWEAR. Not boxers - just what was supposed to be fitted underwear ( like seeing a man in a speedo - gross )   Just strutting over to where I am standing ( barely ) with a big smile and an introduction.  Like this is a normal thing to do - no awkwardness on his part at all I have to say. In fact he asked me if I'd like a drink ( yes please - a big glass of cyanide so I can kill myself before you do )
Oh, he says, they didn't tell me how pretty you were,
(OK - would you have dressed for the occasion otherwise I am thinking to myself.)
(I bet he says this to every female he stands almost naked in front of )
(No wonder he is a single Dad )
(Where is he hiding the damn knife )
So I did what I always do when I am paralyzed with fear - I took on a tough girl persona which is hard when
your legs are literally giving out from under you.
" Could you please go put some clothes on - you're making me quite uncomfortable "
" Just pretend I have a bathing suit on" he says " what's the big deal "
" It's a big deal for me - if you want I can come back another day or you can just put your damn clothes on"
" No, no, he says, I'll put my jeans on - and commences to put them on in front of me
and we had the consultation with me barely able to speak - and that was that. I wanted to kiss the ground when I stepped outside his front door - Now was he a serial axe killer?  Definitely not, he let me go,lol  but that was as close to one as I ever want to get.  When he asked me for some ideas for the basement I told him that would have to be another time.

And I have not been back.
So now you understand why I always try to send John for furniture - yes I am paranoid - yes I am extremely dramatic, and most definitely yes there are dangerous people out there.

Oh and by the way - he was a skinny little thing - with spindly legs ( even more spindly than my own )
and his underwear actually looked like bloomers for God's Sakes because he couldn't fill them out - I should have taken a picture of him, ha ha, on a completely different note - where do men get their freaking confidence from???????

Suzan
xxx

I'm Stoopid

 

stu·pid

   [stoo-pid, styoo‐]  Show IPA adjective, -er, -est, noun

adjective

1.

lacking ordinary quickness and keenness of mind; dull.

2.

characterized by or proceeding from mental dullness; foolish;senseless: a stupid question.

3.

tediously dull, especially due to lack of meaning or sense;inane; pointless: a stupid party.

4.

annoying or irritating; troublesome: Turn off that stupid radio.

5.

in a state of stupor; stupefied: stupid from fatigue.

I always thought of myself as a bright person, lol - really I did - and pretty good with a computer - until I started blogging. This thing confuses the shit out of me sometimes -

I am fine now with writing my little piece and uploading my photos - but Picasa leaves me feeling like an idiot and now this:  Pinterest?  I am trying but there again I have problems.  Everyone rants and raves about it and I cannot seem to navigate properly around it.
Then I had no idea what a NO REPLY BLOGGER was - I kept reading posts on it and wondering what it was,  I even had first hand experience with this because I would sometimes get emails from people ( Rebecca if you are reading this - you are a no reply blogger btw ) and not be able to respond to them and still never made the connection.  I would leave comments on peoples blogs and not get responses and I would think
" Okay, this is tough, breaking into these these circles " until Vicky from DECOR and AMP let me know that she could not reply to my comments and told me how to fix it.
It took me far too long to learn how to link up to parties, I won't even get into that one.
The grab a button feature?  fuggedaboudit.
When I am writing a post and mention a previous post I have no idea how to place a link ( you know, when it says "here" )
Now here is the extremely embarrassing part.  I was looking at my profile the other day- and it says I follow 2 blogs - Mr. Goodwill Hunting and myself - why myself I have no idea - but where is everyone else that I added to my blog list?  They show up on my home page so I assumed because I added them to that list, that I was a follower of their blogs!!!!!!!!
Someone mentioned once that I should switch to WORD PRESS - the thought of it terrifies me - it took me so long to learn the little bit I know here.
STOOPID BLONDE -
So tonight I will actually go to my favorite blog sites and hook up to follow them properly.  Wish me luck everyone, if  you see me pop up please let me know it worked.

BTW - I am going with number 5 on the dictionary description above, lol

and both window panes now officially have the french panels in them ( this is where it would help to 
place the link to the previous post %$&^*  here 
agghhh - I think I did it - I linked to a previous post - oh you're a genius Suzan.

I still have to paint them black - but at least they are done!!!

xxx
Suzan