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For some reason everybody thinks I'm... highstrung, for lack of a better word... When I was in pre-school I expressed myself with great passion, enthusiasm, and emotion. So much so that my mother took me off all sugar. At snack time in school all the other kids got cookies and koolaid. I had to bring my own sugar free apple juice and crackers. Awesome, right? Well I'm back on the sugar but I'm not up on the caffeine a lot or anything. I'm just... EXCITABLE!
Anyways, the other day my smarty-pants mother brought me this:
Me: "What is this for?"
My Mother: "For you."
Me: "Why?"
My Mother: "It's cheaper than Valium."
When I was little we spent a lot of time at my grandmother's house... I mean, A LOT. She only lived about six blocks away so that was probably a contributing factor.
In her family room she had, possibly, the UGLIEST sofa I have ever seen... Of course I didn't know it at the time. As a child it was just a regular sofa--one you sat on to watch cartoons or old musicals (we were the only elementary school age children who knew the entire score to "High Society").
As an adult, one who is understandably very passionate about furniture, I now know her sofa was hideous. There was one pretty awesome piece she had in that room, the TV room. That was her tea cart. You know, we never had tea on it... She kept a lamp on it and I think a potted plant, but it was pretty cool.
While this isn't quite like my grandmother's it's still pretty awesome, and on sale!
From my family to yours-- Happy Thanksgiving!
According to wikipedia, which, as you may know, anyone can edit thus is always accurate (cue eye roll) heritage is "something which is inherited from one's ancestors."
As my parents are all too ready to remind me of, I inherited football from my ancestors. More specifically-- I inherited the Green Bay Packers.
How does one inherit football? you might be asking... Well first, my mother is from Milwaukee and my father is from Green Bay. And secondly, it's not the football itself... It is more a maniacal obsession that manifests itself starting in the fall of the year and continues until January.
Honestly... I think I was adopted.
The sight of green and gold does nothing to me other than perhaps cause slight terror and fear. Terror because, gosh, I can think of countless other ways I'd rather be spending my Sunday afternoons or evenings other than glued to a tv set or (even worse-- when the game isn't being shown in Central IL) listening to a scratchy A.M. radio station broadcast the game. Fear because one of these day's my father is going to get so worked up during the game my mother is going to have to use that travel defibrillator she rents during football season.
Anyways, that was kind of a fun rant about my lost childhood, but I have to bring this back around to some merchandise!
Gorgeous! Warm! Stylish jackets emblazoned with the emblem and colors of the mighty Green Bay Packers! Can be yours today for $69.99. Really.
And just in case you thought I had completely turned my back against my "heritage"-- I'm the one on the left:
And the magnificent vista behind my big brother, Gerard, my sister, Claire, and me? Lambeau Field, BABY! and if my mother asks, the beer was keeping us warm!
My family has owned and operated UFS for the past 30 years. As a third generation retailer, I am proud to bring you The Real Deal-- the online guide to UFS.Some Peorians still think of us as the Unclaimed Freight Store. You see, back in the 1940's the original owner would go down to the freight yards where they had misc. freight no one had claimed. He would pay pennies on the dollar for the merchandise and sell it to locals for incredibly low prices. So he might have cases of cans without any labels-- you could be eating peaches or you could be eating peas... At five cents a can though, customers were willing to take the risk! This idea grew into a business he called "Unclaimed Freight Store".
As the business grew he moved into a building to store and sell his goods. In 1967 Unclaimed Freight Store built a store on SW Adams Street. My grandfather, Mitchell Serafin, was hired as general manager and the business thrived on what was then the south part of downtown Peoria. My grandfather bought a share of the business from one of two brothers, and then in 1985 he bought the remaining interest from the other brother. Today my uncle, Pierre, and my father, Tom Wiegand, are in charge!
In 2003 we invested over $2,000,000.00 to develop the area across the street from our main store. The new store was opened as an Ashley Furniture Home Store. In 2007 we decided to part ways with the Ashley Company and that building is now the UFS Furniture and Mattress Outlet managed by my mother, Claire Wiegand. This building houses not only furniture and mattresses but also appliances and cabinets.I'm here to bring you the latest news and best deals UFS has to offer! Come back soon or visit our website now!
