Here I sit on this old
blue plaid couch. It doesn't match this room and I can't hardly imagine it matching much of anything. The little
pink and
sea green stripes that cannot be seen from three feet away also add to the old fashion along with the
ruffled edges and skirt against that
mid-dark brown wood. The couch is also too close to the ground. As if in its earlier days here at our house, it could have held up
four teenage boys
and a young lady. We ripped the legs right off when we all went to
'sit' on it. Apparently, nowhere in town sells the legs to
replace the last, not that it matters much. It still sits in the living room with the exact matchy matchy
love seat across the room. Not to mention the dark
navy blue velvety mis-matched love seat with strange springs to sit on and the reclyner that surprisingly has about the same colors as the couch and loveseat
pair except the blue is slightly
off. It most certainly is not pleasing to the natural eye. Also, the fact that it is just stripped from top to bottom and there is no plaid strange pattern like the couchs, it is seemingly in
it's own little world. Everything is oddly placed so that everything can fit into the room and we can still
walk through. Each is placed so that at some
angle or another the person sitting there can see the huge Sony TV.
I have to admit, my dad and brother have given their love for
Sony to me. If it is Sony, I happen to already have expectations and believe it is going to be good quality. I have watched a little
too much of that TV and it's DVR
*magic* these last few days. There is only so much a sick girl can do when she doesn't feel well enough to do much. I should probably mention at this moment also that there is a Christmas song playing from my computer...and I am liking it.
"All My Bells Are Ringing" By Lenka. It does not sound exactly like a traditional Christmas song so I guess that is good.
To be sick for more than two days is probably a horrible thing for someone with
slight hypochondria. I do not think that is COMPLETELY my fault. When I was 8 or so, no one believed me when I broke my leg. My dad held me upside down and all. He is a Paramedic and he is my DAD....I guess they believed my pain enough to take me to the doctor or maybe they were trying to
humor their child who would not get up and walk because she was complaining. . . who knows. Anyhow, they took me to the doc and sure enough, the x-ray is my
proof. Somethings just are not that simple. I think when I got my chest x-ray because of my random spurts of
breathing issues, they just told me I had
Reactive Airway Disease (RAD) because they could not see any problem but they did not want to tell me I was wrong because who knows if I am having breathing problems or not unless they are me or they are there at the right time to test it?
Oh silly me. M
aybe I should also mention the time when my foot hurt soooo much and yet, NO ONE could find anything wrong with it. I wore a boot and had crutches for awhile but it never got better....that should show that I WAS in pain though. Why else would I go through that? Bleck, definitely not for attention. That is the worst kind of attention.
*HUGEBOOTTHING ON YOUR LEG!!* Well, I decided to just let it go. Stop bothering everyone else with my foot problem and quit spending money on something that no one else can
believe is there. I waited it out and it is amazing, my foot feels just fine now. My dad told me that he had bad knees a while ago and he just let it pass and now he is fine. I hope that means he does not think I am
crazy. = )
Let's hope I get better real soon.
