Don't Let the Bed Blogs Bite

I have known David for ten years and in those years I can count,on one hand, how many beds David has owned. I think two but one is probably more accurate. David is currently sleeping on the floor, on some sort of cushion, since he moved to Ohio. He has no bed which is just fine for him. That is not fine for me though. I cannot sleep on a cushion on the floor. I can smell the carpet when I sleep on the floor. Carpet smells gross. I need a bed.

I made it super easy for David to buy a bed. I went to several websites and priced beds and mattresses. I emailed him several choices. I was even super patient and waited a day to call him so we could discuss the options. I was very un-Samina like in the way I went about this. Meaning, I did not link him a bed and scream through the phone,"This bed, NOW. I WANT IT! What, its what time over there right now?! I DON'T CARE! ITS NOT THAT TIME HERE! BUY BED NOW! Assemble it and then BUY ME ICE CREAM! SHIP THAT ICE CREAM TO ME NEXT DAY AIR!"

No, I was patient. We decided on a bed and mattress from Ikea. No squabbling even though I was asking David to part with hundreds of dollars. I asked David to purchase this bed now, so in a month, when I get off that god-awful eight hour or whatever flight at midnight I can go home and sleep on a bed. That is when he very cautiously said, "I think we should wait to buy a bed. That way you can be here, at the apartment, to open the door for the delivery man." Time stopped. I closed my eyes and took a breath and repeated myself," No, I think you should buy the bed now. That way it can be assembled and ready when I get there. I really, really, need a bed. I have trouble sleeping as it is. Why make it worse? I know you have to work and don't want to waste a day waiting for the delivery dude. But that is why there are tracking numbers so you can plan ahead." Then he repeated himself and told me I was being a princess. He told me I should be a Spartan like him. I took another breath, put my head in my hands and felt the sting of tears, We were on video chat so he saw me and I think he knew I was about to cry. He said "Okay,Okay, Fine. I'll buy the bed now." I hadn't even planned on crying. I rarely cry to get my way. Those tears, were really tears of stress. The stress of asking David for something that I saw as essential and he saw as not. I was scared that this was just a precursor to more disagreements. If we couldn't decide when to get a bed how were we going to decide on bigger issues?

What is going to be our Peloponnesian War? When is David going to realize its not 650 BC and we are not in Sparta. The year is 2009 and people sleep in beds, Furthermore, I am not a princess. I live off Kraft Mac N' Cheese and Chef Boyardee. I think Denny's is just fine for a date. Hardly, the habits of a princess. If I am guilty of being a royal anything it will be a royal pain in the ass. But at least my ass is going to be sleeping in a bed.

New in Town

I think it was pretty much a given that I was going to see the movie New in Town. I saw the preview for it when I saw Bride Wars and I thought, finally, someone has made a romantic comedy I can relate to.... but barely.

New in Town is a movie about Lucy (Renee Zellwegger) a corporate-ladder climbing single gal with a closetful of high heels perfect for the weather of Miami, Florida. The company she works for puts her on the first plane bound for Middle of Freakin' Nowhere, Minnesota where she is given the task of closing down a food processing plant while its really cold and she is forced to wear snow boots and a North Face parka thing with a fur-lined hood. She probably has to wear socks, too, I shudder just thinking about it. The townsfolk all make fun of Lucy's big city ways and give Lucy a hard time. In turn, they are all stereotyped as funny talking scrap-bookers with hideous sweaters or beer-drinking, football-watching blue collar workers. When I move to my cold foreign town I will be hanging out with the latter. I received a check-minus in scissor control on my Kindergarten report card. I think you need to be able to cut to be a scrap-booker, however, there is little skill in holding a beer bottle. So, back to Lucy. Yes well, she falls in love with the town and its people and Harry Connick Jr and his snow plow so she can't find it in her squinty little heart to close the plant and leave the Minnesotans without jobs. She saves their jobs and then sucks face with Harry Connick Jr. and everyone lives happily ever after.

Not a bad movie. It had some good writing and the acting wasn't bad. New in Town was a better movie than Bride Wars... but barely. I saw Bride Wars for free and actually paid for New in Town so I feel that I am karmically square with the movie industry now.

If you failed to see the parallels between my life and this movie I will break it down for you. I am moving from a fascinating state with awesome weather year-round that allows me to wear fashionable clothes to a state that I will grow to love even with the cold weather. I will become accustomed to deer in the road and having to wear ugly clothes that keep me warm. The locals will make fun of me but the locals make fun of me here in my home town. So that isn't really changing. The big differences between me and this movie are: I may not have a job and Harry Connick Jr isn't waiting for me.

The movie also reminded me that I could be moving to a state much worse than Ohio. I must be thankful for the little things,like not moving to Minnesota, and being so much closer to New York City than I ever imagined.