Yesterday wasn't the most stellar of days....work was sucky, the weather was sucky (yeah, it snowed - nothing that stuck, but still...). Anyhow, I broke out the iPod at work to jam out and perhaps improve my mood and the overall tone of the day. That didn't really work for me....the battery was dying, so I plugged the iPod in to the powerstrip beneath my desk. This meant that there wasn't a lot of room for movement of the iPod (and thus not a lot of room for movement on my part, as I was attached to the iPod, jamming out, remember), and since it's so small and lightweight I didn't notice that it fell to the floor. Nor did I notice that when it fell to the floor, it hit the charger box. NOR did I notice it was there, leaning on the charger, when I stepped on it with one size 7 pink Ugg. I did, however, notice it when it started to skip weird. Then I picked it up. Then I saw the damage:
Can you see it? Maybe this shot is better:
Yeah. That'a cool - a nice cracked face. Seeing as the last time I took my big, 2003 version iPod to a Genius with "It's skipping weird-like," and their solution was to wrap in a dish towel and "firmly yet gently" whap it against the counter, I whapped it in my hand - and lo, it's been working fine ever since (for the record, so is the two-ton 2003 version...).
One of the other things I wanted to post about was regarding Charlie the Wonder Dog. Charlie, who used to roam freely during the days, mostly lounging on his comfy bed with his cozy blanket. One day in July I was headed off to work, and he was chewing on a brand new big old Nyla-Bone. I decided that he really didn't need to be chewing on that the whole day, and oh-so-casually I swiped it out from under him, pointed to his bed, and said, "Adios, Amigo - have a good day."
Apparently what then went through his litte head was a nice long string of expletives followed by, "How can I get her back?!?"
Well. Here's the "BEFORE" picture:
(A very old picture - but it serves the purpose - look how cute he is, notice the big Nyla-Bone, AND notice the chair in the corner.) (also, that writing there? done with my finger on the touch-pad mouse - what up, Skillz??)
This is the after....
I walked in the door that day, and I was like, "Huh. Where'd that ripped up cardboard come from?" And then I looked around the corner and saw this. I looked at Charlie, and he looked at me like, "Whoopsie...ok, I gotta go." When I had a mini-meltdown, he looked at me like, "It's not MY fault. You're the ninny that took my dog bone away!"
Note Wii remotes off to the side and the pillow (in tact!) on the floor. Of all the furniture in the house, this is the least accesible, the least used, and the most valued in terms of sentamentality. This chair is the first piece of furniture my parents bought when they moved in to the house I was raised in. My dad was the one who said I could have it, deeming it appropriate to be one of the first pieces of furniture in my own new home (and, for 7 months, it really was the only chair I had!). In any event, I was crushed. That woven seat was not something I was going to be able to re-do on my own. Can you see me, with several thousand yards of raffia trying to recreate something that will look like the weaved seat? That's all I could picture.
Anyhow, eating the chair wasn't enough. Charlie had to REGURGITATE the chair as well:
Yeah - that pile of brown in the corner...there were a LOT of piles like that all over the house. At first I didn't know what it was, but upon further exammination I realized it was undigested rush chunks mixed with kibble and bile. I have a close-up, but I'll spare you the details. Suffice to say, that very evening I dragged Chris to PetSmart, and Charlie has since been the proud resident of an extra-large metal crate. Only this past week did I finally break down and buy a mattress pad for the floor in there. And, he likes going in there, because he ALWAYS gets a treat for going in.
In case you're wondering about the fate of the chair - thankfully I have Chris. I had stuffed the chair in my bedroom closet because I really was upset about it and couldn't stand looking at it. Meanwhile, Chris did some research, checked out a few places, including an antique shop in the area that does restorations - and lo, he found a DUDE who specializes in RUSH WEAVING. So after about 6 weeks and a mere $200, I had me a good-as-new chair:
Lessons learned all around!