Our master bedroom doesn't have an overhead light - the genius that came up with that was, I'm guessing, a man.
Fear not, the Earth continues to rotate despite the fact that Mr Thinks-a-lot failed to put a light up in this piece, and by piece I mean bedroom and by up in I mean install. So I've taken it upon myself to bring in as many lamps as possible without it feeling all awkward and lampy in here. And yes, lampy is a technical term. And since I have the most bizarre obsessions (think white ceramic animals) I feel compelled to tell you that lamps are on that list of obsessions of mine. I've been attempting to be frugal, since we're saving for a future bean or two and my car is on its last leg and I have a feeling I'll have to buy a new one within a year or so, so I was trying to work with what I've got and what I had was this black floor lamp that once lived in our living room. The living room has since evolved into a space that doesn't welcome such a lamp so it got relocated into our bedroom like so many other pieces that didn't have anywhere else to live in our new place. But the black wasn't working, it stuck out like a sore thumb in our room. And while I'd like to just simply replace it I'm, again, being a cheap ass and just trying to work with what I've got. So I used some paint I had on hand and gave my little lamp a slight facelift.
Fear not, the Earth continues to rotate despite the fact that Mr Thinks-a-lot failed to put a light up in this piece, and by piece I mean bedroom and by up in I mean install. So I've taken it upon myself to bring in as many lamps as possible without it feeling all awkward and lampy in here. And yes, lampy is a technical term. And since I have the most bizarre obsessions (think white ceramic animals) I feel compelled to tell you that lamps are on that list of obsessions of mine. I've been attempting to be frugal, since we're saving for a future bean or two and my car is on its last leg and I have a feeling I'll have to buy a new one within a year or so, so I was trying to work with what I've got and what I had was this black floor lamp that once lived in our living room. The living room has since evolved into a space that doesn't welcome such a lamp so it got relocated into our bedroom like so many other pieces that didn't have anywhere else to live in our new place. But the black wasn't working, it stuck out like a sore thumb in our room. And while I'd like to just simply replace it I'm, again, being a cheap ass and just trying to work with what I've got. So I used some paint I had on hand and gave my little lamp a slight facelift.
The point of my story is that when I was all done refinishing the lamp I went to plug it in and POOF! The electricity went out. First I thought it was the whole house and I had a blonde moment and thought Like oh my God, what are the odds of that? Like, I plugged the lamp in and at the same exact moment the lights went out! This is so super creepy. This is like an omen or something. I mean, really, I don't think that's probably ever happened to anyone else ever in the history of the world. Like, for real. But then I regained my awesome brown hair as well as my senses and realized that it was only our bedroom that had no electricity and that I must've…say it with me…BLOWN A FUUUUUUSE! I've been waiting to say that for like the last eight sentences.
So I trudged over to the laundry room (well, it's a closet really, oh the joys of living in an apartment) and opened the little gray box thingy (I'm not sure what it's actually called and the hubby isn't here for me to ask so just use some context clues to figure out what I'm talking about). And everything looked the same and nothing is labeled. Grrr!
So I just start flippin' switches like a mad woman. And all of the other lights in the house responded except the bedroom lights. Double Grrr!
I was stumped. So of course I decided to Google it and find the answer since the internet always has the answers, the right answers, the scientifically proven answers. Are you able to sense my sarcasm? But when I went to get online my internet didn't work. I went to my router and it was off, turns out the electricity in that part of the living room (where the router is plugged in) didn't work either. Triple Grrr! Am I annoying anyone with the Grrrs yet?
So since that particular wall in the living room shares a wall with our bedroom I thought maybe I overloaded the outlet things or whatever the term is. But then I thought that would be the most ridiculous thing ever if my apartment couldn't take all of its outlets being utilized, I mean, it's not like I'm runnin' a grow house and my electricity usage is absurd. So I went back and flipped all the switches again. Nothing. Grrr Grrr Grrrr Grrr!!!!!!!!!
Okay, no more Grrrs for today, scout's honor.
So then I went back and did what any brilliant person would do, I went back to where it all began - the damn lamp. And I stood there. And stared at the lamp. And I had nothin'. No ideas. No thoughts. Just me and a sad little nonworking shadeless lamp. I named him 'lampy.' I realize he's not one of my ceramic animals but I still felt that he deserved a name, after all, he and I had been through a lot together in the past few hours with all the painting and what not and then the fuse situation - Lampy stood by me through it all. So I'm standing there and just like Dory from Finding Nemo my mind went somewhere else and I totally forgot about the whole fuse thing and thought Ewww, I can't use this old shade because a white lamp with a white shade is just no fun. And then I picked up the old shade to put it on the lamp when I noticed the pull chain on the lamp was inside of the socket part where the light bulb goes into. Me being completely oblivious didn't think anything of it and just pulled it out so that I could move on with my lamp shade experimentations when BAM a spark flew from the pull chain as soon as I pulled it out of the socket.
DUUUUUUUH! That's why the power went out. Sure as shit, the electricity in the bedroom came back on. Good thing I didn't electrocute myself or anything.
Luckily Lampy was not injured and is recovering well and is lookin' pretty fly with his newly covered shade.
Luckily Lampy was not injured and is recovering well and is lookin' pretty fly with his newly covered shade.
Moral of the story: Pull chains in sockets are not your friends,
Lor
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