As you know, for a good long while, Dad and I have been in need of a new mattress. Since I took the week off from work, we decided to shop around for a mattress yesterday. We didn't have any intention of buying one, but thought we would just see what was out there. We went to Penn Square into a store called "Mattress Firm". They sell Tempur Pedic mattresses there. Another name for Tempur Pedic mattress is "Heaven". We tried them out and wanted to just lie there the rest of the day. They even have adjustable beds that can raise the head and foot of the bed to take the strain off your back. I used to mistakenly think these were for old farts, but they either aren't only for old farts, or I'm now an old fart. We visited one other mattress store, but there was no comparison. We started the day thinking that we were looking for a sleep number bed, where you adjust the firmness of the mattress, but after lying on the Tempur Pedic, the Sleep Number couldn't hold a candle.
Needless to say the TP mattress is not cheap, but we knew we would be spending a pretty good bit to get a mattress as firm as we needed it to be. Dad has to sleep on the floor most every night now because our mattress gives him a backache. We have a lot of pretty big expenses right now, so we really didn't want to spend the money on the mattress just yet. We tried to figure out how we could make it work as soon as possible, including looking on Craigslist to see if by some chance there might be one for sale on there. Kinda grody, but we really want Dad to be able to get some relief, not to mention that I've really been wanting a bed that I could set my glass of wine on and not worry about it spilling while Dad jumps up and down on his side of the bed. We were also needing a bed that is so comfortable that we don't even need sheets or covers while I'm trying to sleep and Dad sits up to read the newspaper. See how happy we would be?
We couldn't find anything on Craigslist, so Dad tried rigging up his own adjustable bed with pillows last night. He informed me this morning that the ghetto Tempur Pedic did not work at all. We're convinced at this point that we will never sleep again until we have a TP mattress of our own.
Today we took Garrison, Maddie, and Chloe out to Lexington, OK to a free gun range to shoot. Dad has been begging me to come shoot with them, and I really just wanted to tag along and watch, so I went. I'm not ashamed to say that guns scare me to death, and I have no desire whatsoever to shoot anything stronger than an BB gun, and I can take or leave that. Anyway, he has a 9mm, a 45(?, I think, but don't hold me to it), and Garrison has a shotgun. Dad finally coaxed me to come shoot with them. I realized that I will never be much threat with a gun, because when I'm holding them and trying to pull the trigger, I close my eyes in anticipation of the loud "boom" the gun makes when it shoots. Needless to say, I'm not a very good shot. I'm glad I had on sunglasses so the other people there watching me shoot with my eyes closed wouldn't laugh at me. Then I tried Garrison's shotgun. I stood up held up the gun, ready to shoot. Dad told me that if I shot it the way I was standing, the kick from the gun would push me over backwards. I'm sure everyone there would have enjoyed seeing that, but thankfully I changed my position before I pulled the trigger. I really enjoyed going, but am as convinced as ever that guns are not my forte. I just hope that if someone ever breaks in that they are scared to just have a gun in front of them. That's probably as scary as I'll ever be. Or maybe Boomie's snoring will scare them off, or maybe they would trip over his sleeping body and hit their head and I could just roll them out the front door and call the police.
After we got back we decided to get a quick dinner. We initially planned to go to Bueno, but Dad has been wanting to try a new Mexican food restaurant nearby. It's a little place, but he said it's always packed, and he wanted to see if it lived up to the hype. It's called Birrieria Don Arthur, Simplemente La Mejor. Just kind of rolls off the tongue, doesn't it? I should have known I was in trouble when we walked into the front door, and all the "No shirt, no shoes, no service"-like signs were in Spanish. I couldn't find a word anywhere in English.
Those kind of places intimidate me, because I don't know what kind of food I'm ordering. "Yes, I'll have the Coctel De Camaron Y Pulpo, Chico-sized, but would you please hold the cow tongue and the pork brain and add extra cheese?" I did find tacos, enchiladas and burritos, but had no idea what any of the ingredients were. I decided to play it semi-safe and order a chicken enchilada. I asked her what the other ingredients were, and the waitress told me "chicken, cheese, pork skins, lettuce, potatoes, and jalapeños." I can make that work, but please leave out the pork skins and jalapeños, thanks. It ended up being pretty good, but I took pictures of the menu so I could learn what the food was before I came back. Of course it's Dad's new favorite place. Always the adventurer.
I need to be food brave like you, but I'm just a big fat food weiny.
Love you so much!!!
Mom
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