Life or Something Like It

First Experience at TJ Maxx

First Experience at TJ Maxx

Day date part 2.  If you missed my first Texas Roadhouse experience, you can click HERE and read about it.

Once that issue was all done and we were done with lunch, there really wasn’t much time to do anything else.  However, I told Bart that I wanted to run into TJ Maxx.  I had never been there and my new bestie Merina from Fearfully Created said she got good deals there for decor.

Quick Note

Uhm, just a side note, Merina does not know I exist.  I just feel like with her life and family and my life and family that we could be best friends forever.  She is SO Adhd and her family is SO loud, and she loves Jesus SO much.  She is addictive.

Back to Case in Hand

In my earnest effort to look normal, have a normal home, and decorate…we went in.  I could feel the panic come over my body.  So many people in that store.  It was like the Shop-O-Rama in my local town.

There was jewelry, perfume, clothes, purses, Christmas EVERYWHERE, decor, toys, food…my thoughts were if I stumble on a frozen food section, I am out of there.  It was overwhelming for me.  I shop online all the time.  This in person crap is for the birds.

I beelined to the pillows. They seemed safe and according to my sister, I needed one stripe or floral, one solid, and one textured to bring a “room together.”  I’m agreeing with her like I know what she is saying.

Yet, this is why she is my person.

After her words were used, she looked up the exact piece and said, “order this and this and this is what it should look like when you are done.”

Aw, she knows I’m visual and not an auditory learning.  Love her.  I ordered all that she said and am anxiously awaiting the arrival.

My Vision

There is a vision in my head of what I want for my living space. I love clean, simple, clutter free spaces.  I enjoy open, airy, lots of light as well. My colors for the first living area is grey, black, white, and red.  I love that combo with my furniture.  In the first half of my living room, I have 2 couches, 2 recliners, and a bookcase.  That’s it.  There is zero room for any end tables or a coffee table.

I dug around and found two nice, fluffy blankets to add some personality to the space.  In 2 separate grey/white twill baskets, I added blankets in one and hid it behind a reclinder.  In the other, it has my granddaugher’s stuff.

Onto My Walls

I have a black and white print a friend drew for me.  Love it.  Then, I have 3 16×20 canvases (is it a double consonant “s” in that word?  Canvasses?  I’ll have to look that up), and underneath it, I want a simple sign with a white background and black lettering. I’m leaning on the quote “I’m Gonna Wait on You.”

It’s personal.

Canvases and Canvasses can both be used.  I feel better.

Sort of Shelf

My one piece of furniture is sort of a bookshelf with a cabinet underneath.  Right now, I have a red basket under there where I may put more of Charleigh’s toys or her books that she can easily and safely get too.  Since I have no storage in this house, we may use it for games that the kids enjoy playing.  Right now, they are in a tote in the garage.

The top 3 shelves has my collection of Bible’s hello, my name is Brandi and I’m addicted to Bibles.  Daddy said if I can’t learn what the Lord wants me to learn in one Bible,  I certainly won’t learn with 30 Bibles.

Whatever, Daddy.

On the bottom shelf

I have a black and white 8×10 canvas of Charleigh and shoes that are for my newest grandbaby coming next year.  On the other side of that, I want a black lantern with fairy lights cause it makes me happy.

It is ordered and not a lantern but something similar.  I like it and it will help with the lighting situation in this part of the house.  I do not like the lighting we have.  During the day, I have my shades open.  In the evening, we need something.  There is no room for lamps.

What I Need

I need a long sign under my canvases (there I go again).  Also, I needed one more black framed something to go on the other side of the window.  The whole point of this trip to TJ Maxx is because I wanted throw pillows.  Honestly, I feel like people who are almost 50 have throw pillows.  I thought I could incorporate the red that way, which I did and love!

Then there was the whole conundrum of “do people who are closing in on 50 have curtains?”  Is it a requirement?  I just don’t know.  Yes, I took a poll and the poll was split down the middle.  I opted on no, but could change my mind in order to look my age LOL.

Back to the Pillows

I felt safe back there in the pillow spot of TJ Maxx.  There were not a lot of people and the different textures of the pillows brought me joy.  Another couple of things that brought me joy were the fact that Bart still doesn’t have his smell back from having Co-vid so long ago.  Couple that in with a texture appealing pillow section and no one around me.  I could be the weirdo who likes to touch things and feel the textures.  It is quite relaxing.

Sadly, I revert back to my younger years and I crop dust the pillow aisle.  That was until my husband surprised me and walked behind me.  He said “My smell is still gone but somehow, someway your putrid farts permeate my nostrils.  What is wrong with you?”  I giggled like a schoolgirl and kept walking.

Good news was that I found RED pillows (solid), textured pillows (striped), and a stand out pillow.  As an adult, I did all the requirements per my sister.  Yes, yes I did send her pictures.  She was pleased and gave me two thumbs up!

At One Point

I was standing in front of the greenery and I wondered outloud are these the types of green things that 50 year old people have in their house?  Do you dust them?  Should they be real?  How does this work.  The space over my bookcase is substantial, so how will they see these tiny little pots with these fake flowers in it.

One lady said I sounded like her and her sister.  She was super traditional and her sister was the tye-dyed type.  Since I was literally wearing the tye die shirt, she figured out which one I was and which my sister was. I am, quite literally, trying to muster up that traditional, age appropriate person and it was evading me.  I am not a person who can decorate.

I walked away with no greenery.

We Stumbled onto the Clearance Aisle

I would touch something and present it and ask to my husband “Will this make me look normal?” He stated not unless I had planned on impaling people.  This piece looked like a bunch of tiny swords ready to stab anyone who walks by.

Point taken.

Then he found a 3 piece set of a calender, a daily menu piece and the perfect match to go onto my living room wall.  I was stoked.  I accidentally got my kitchen decorated and didn’t even realize it.  Happy Day to me!

One woman, as I was muttering to myself about decorations said “ma’am, you just be you and who cares what anyone would buy or how their stuff is decorated.  You just be you.”  That actually helped.

It Helped Me Walk Out of the Store

I left him to check out, get all these pillows to the car, in the rain and we went home.  I needed a pill and some relaxation time.  Everything was done for Part 1 of my living room.  I have some pics to print and put in that one frame.  I also have another canvas to print.  Then, I have to have my mom make that sign and then it is done.

With what I had laying around my house, I found a red basket and a plant that I hadn’t killed yet.  I ordered a black pot to put Edna in for on top of my bookshelf.  Looks pretty good except for her burnt leaves.

She isn’t all alive but she isn’t all dead either.  Win win.


I cleaned out the bill holder and will move some stuff around in the coat closet.  It needs to be used for coats.  I may also put a piece in there that is a hidden shoe holder.  Then, Bart hung a massive piece on top of some furniture my mom made.  Bart hung another one of my favorite signs up.  I ordered a runner (mostly for safety reasons) and a Eucalyptus wreath.

Bart will be adding shelves and stuff in the cats litter box room.  Yes, Karen has a whole room with a drain in it and all the things.  She needs it.  Anyway, once I get that, that little spot will be done.  I may order a Snake plant (no clue, but sister told me I couldn’t kill it because hers is still alive).  It will need a little table to sit on.

THEN it will be done.  Completion makes me happy and feel more at peace.  It is starting to feel like my home and not an Air BnB.

Room by Room

We are slowing putting it all together.  Kitchen is done except painting the ceiling, changing the lights, and fixing the ice maker.  “Extra” living room (currently our dining room) needs a lot of attention.  Living Room #1 is done and so is foyer.

TJ Maxx came through in a clutch but I gotta figure out the down times to go in there because dang, there were a lot of people.  So.  Many.   People.

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It is Friday.  All day long.  I woke up to my husband handing me a cinnamon roll and a giant cup of coke.


Then the words “D missed the bus.  J got him up.  He chose to go back to sleep.  Oh.  He was downstairs for a least an hour on the same chromebook that wasn’t supposed to leave the school.”

Well, good morning to you too.

I quite literally pulled the covers up over my head.  It’s Friday and Bart is home.  Again, not home to work but home home.  Home to just stare at me at uncomfortable rates.  He is home.

My brother and his bestie showed up to work on my deck, outside.  It is almost finished.  We chatted about all the things that we needed to chat about.  Bart and I were going to go on a “day date.”  I was ready and he was skimming the water off of the pool cover.  I told Bart that I was walking out the door.  If he wanted to attend lunch with me, he’d better get moving because I was not going to wait.

Yep, you guessed it.

I waited.


Because I didn’t want to drive.  Yes, I’m that pathetic.

We get to the restaurant of choice and get seated immediately with our hot rolls and no drinks.  We watched waitress #1 seat and get the drink orders behind us.  We watched waitress #2 talk to a table for a good 5-8 minutes.  Waitress #1 came back to the table behind us with their food.  Waitress #3 came to the table next to us, brought them more food and drink.  Then waitress #4 started chatting with waitress #2 and her customers.  Waitress #5 came back with the tickets of the table beside us.  Then a bus boy came and busted the table next to us.

Bart had had enough.  We had never been to this restaurant and likely he would not ever take me back.  He went and got a manager.  What a beautiful young lady and as she was PROFUSELY apologizing, all I could do was stare at her upper lip.

I am no stranger to a stray hair popping out of my upper lip, or my mole, or one particularly peculiar place of right under my eye.  This, however, took the cake.  She had a moustache much like Mario.

She was so upset and I was on the verge of losing all my composure.  Bart was very serious and explaining his disdain.  Then, a young lady, swooping up behind her came and stood.  She was very embarrassed.  I wanted to comfort her but she looked like the guy off of The Mask of Zorro.

I kid you not.

Once the manager saw that I was fixing to lose all my composure, she kindly stated that it was “Moustache Day” at the Texas Roadhouse.

Alrighty then.

Once they both left, the manager MORE than making it right for us.  An older lady came up to our table.  She said “well, if no one else is going to wait on you, I will.”  We ordered our food and she walked off.  Yet, catching her was the Mask of Zorro girl who was about to throw down because older, un-moustached, lady took her table.

I can’t even.

I think we waited an hour and a half.  My steak was not done enough, so they took it back (I hate doing that because I don’t want them to spit in my food LOL) but left me the cheese fries to munch on.  Mario brings it back, with MORE steak fries and older lady said “you forgot her bacon bits.”

I was like, “Dude, don’t even worry.  I’m good.”  Manager was so upset she made it even MORE right with us.  God love her.  Mask of Zorro came back around and apologized.  She was new, didn’t know her tables and then went on to explain she has a severe, on life support, child in Kindergarten.

We bonded.

I guess we will go back one more time because Mario gave us a gift certificate.  Food was good.  Service was good, once we got it.  All in all, it was a decent experience.  Maybe next time, I can eat my food hot and not out of a leftovers box because we were there forever and five days.

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