I love?/ I hate? IKEA

I keep saying that I am going to blog about my experience(s) at IKEA. I'll have to say that I was pretty excited about living close to IKEA when we first moved here. They don't have them in Colorado or anywhere near by for that matter. Since Jody's work was helping with our large furniture expenses I thought it would be the ideal place to shop. At first, it was. It kind of became my home away from home. I was there so often, the workers called me by name and I called them by their name(s). Some knew English, others were a challenge. It seems as the days went by, I began to sweat just knowing that I had to go back there. See, trying to explain your needs to someone who speaks a different language while the line behind you grows longer and longer can be quite embarrassing. It probably shouldn't be, but it was for me. Most the time, I'd get what I needed, but then would have to return because I was missing one piece of something. It got to be very frustrating. I'd have to build something in order to put something away. Jody and I ordered 4 closets. That doesn't sound like much, but boy howdy, it is!!! We asked that IKEA deliver it to our house and set it up. They said they could deliver it, but that set up was 3 weeks out. We didn't have 3 weeks. Our stuff was due to arrive in less than a week. I begged Jody to take off work to help me assemble the darn things. He graciously complied. Some things I'm capable of doing by myself....but closets require at least 2 people. The big, burly delivery guys marched our loads up 3 flights of stairs. The biggest one and I played charades. The translation went something like this....
Big Guy....You assemble this????
me...yep.
BG....NO WAY...must have help!!!!
me...yep...I've got my man and we will do it.
BG...walks away with his shoulders slumped, snickering to his self.
This instills confidence, yes? Anyway, Jody and I did get them put all together and we were amazed at our capabilities. I'm sick of screwing however! My wrist is like jello. We have said that IKEA funiture is "disposible" furniture. I can't imagine taking this with us when we leave. I just hope it all lasts for 3 years because I don't want to have to do this again.
All that to say...I'm grateful for IKEA and the ability to have "things". I hope you all laugh at this, because it's meant to be funny!