Furniture Failure

So, if you haven't heard already this youngin' has officially moved out on her own. Believe me, i've heard all of the reasons as to why is a terrible idea and blah, blah, blah. But so far everything has been pretty great until the furniture failure occurred.

I was quite prepared to move out with my best friend. We both had lots of the necessities. We had cleaning stuff, kitchen gadgets and plates, decorations, clocks, and basically almost everything we needed. We weren't going in unprepared. But there was one thing we were lacking, a couch. Somewhere where we could sit with out friends and talk, or just something to lay on while we watch movies instead of watching them from the floor. I brought my Love Sac over to the apartment and it does provide sitting for two very close individuals, but its just not cutting it.

On the 20th of February I made a grown up decision and purchased a very cute sectional from Action Wood Furniture. I had been to probably 15 stores before I found the one I knew was perfect. And who knew that shopping for furniture was like shopping for cars? I mean really, salesmen might as well be leaches. I was EXTREMELY picky while shopping too so I only made their job more difficult. There were even a few times where Lexie and I went into stores pretending to be deaf. We used sign language the whole time just so we wouldn't have to talk to any of the sales guys. Besides my laptop this is really one of my first big purchases and I wasn't going to get sucked into some sales pitch. And not only that, but it's going to be something that I have for quite some time.

So the original plan was to have my couch delivered to my new place the Friday before we moved in. Did it happen? Obviously not. I had to call to find out a scheduled time for my delivery and called Tuesday morning. Not only did the lady not order my couch because she thought I wasn't moving till later in March, but she also couldn't remember which side of the couch I wanted my lounge on. But, I put on my grown up face and accepted her apology and she told me she would be calling me around the 16th when their next shipment comes in. Two weeks without a couch, this I could handle. So then being the mature individual that I am, I had my dad make a call for me. He is a lot better at negotiating then I am, and I couldn't believe the service I was receiving. So yesterday I got even better news from him. My couch is being built in China and they are extremely behind schedule and now it won't be here till April 5. APRIL FIFTH!!!!!!! The exact words from my father? "Welcome to the real world." Awesome.

Dear Crutches, I hate you.

13 days ago I had a new lovely experience called knee surgery. Wondering Why? Well, it's  basically another one of those ever so "graceful" moments that I seem to have daily.

Some friends and I were getting ready to go dancing sometime around the beginning of October. We were all heading to the car as Justine yells, "Shotgun". With her being back in the house and me being outside I decided to seize control of the situation and yelled, "Race ya!" I quickly ran down 3 steps and headed towards the garage only to be man handled by the driveway. Tripping on absolutely nothing as usual, I landed completely flat in the middle of the driveway. Also as usual I couldn't get up because I was laughing uncontrollably. And my dear friend Justine comes outside and what does she say ever so caringly? "I can't believe I missed it!" What a great friend, right? But let me be honest and tell you that this in not my first crash with her around. Once in 7th grade I cut open my ankle on absolutely nothing at her house and had to go get 13 stitches. She has bandaged me up more times than I can count. So I preceded to get up, let out a few choice words and headed towards the car. Only to realize that I was bleeding on the back of my knuckles and on my knee. I might add that the knuckles are a prime spot to get scraped up because of all of the white lie fight stories that could potentially surface. So Corinne, being so prepared busted out a first-aid kit our of her car and fixed me right up and we were off to dance the night away. About five hours later we headed home to get some sleep and I noticed the size of my knee. Four hours of dancing does a lot of good after a crash like I had.

The original surgical plan was to do a scope under my knee cap to remove the torn and cracked cartilage. My recovery time was supposed to be about a week, and then I'd be up and moving and back to boarding by January. Did things go as planned? You had better believe that they didn't. While my surgeon was doin' what he does he noticed how out of place my knee cap was. For some reason in wasn't noticed on my xrays. So he had to stretch out my ligaments to center that knee cap back up. I woke up in a huge brace, with an ice machine hooked up to my leg, and a promise of a longer recovery. I probably won't be snowboarding at all this season. I have become a walking pharmacy and I can't believe how much I miss being able to walk.