Does shopping for a refrigerator count as a date? No?
It involves spending couple time together! We have to shower and get dressed and I'll probably put on make up! We'll hold hands?
Still no?
Damn it.
Will someone please explain to me why all the fridges Consumer Reports recommends seem to only be available online? I'm pretty comfy with internet shopping (I think I just heard my husband at his work desk, from 30 miles away, sigh and say "Yeah, you are!" under his breath). But a fridge is something that I would actually like to see with my own eyes beforehand. Compare, contrast, compare, contrast. I need to drag my husband back and forth in person, in a store between 2 or 3 fridges that are practically identical for at least half an hour while we deliberate.
I hate adult decisions and adult... dealings. Dealing with things of an adult nature.
Why does that sound so dirty? If it was half as interesting as it sounded there, it would definitely be classified as a date.
Oh, and I would also like to know why the space for our fridge is about a half an inch smaller than they make fridges now.
WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY?
Oh God, it will not be sexy or romantic or cute if we end up with either A) a dorm room fridge or B) a new fridge that has to live in the garage.
*Slams head on desk over and over and over and over again*
Showing posts with label Stupid Adult Problems. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Stupid Adult Problems. Show all posts
Monday, November 8, 2010
Friday, September 10, 2010
I Feel Sorry For The Queen of England
"I feel sorry for the queen of England."
Not a sentence I ever thought would pass from my lips, but there it is.
The hubby has been back at work this week, although his cough still persists. He is convinced I have caught a milder version of what he had and claims many coworkers and their wives have had similar complaints this week. I've been a new kind of beat, the kind where you're too tired to even shower. Not pretty. Literally.
It has taken a lot to get out of bed at all. As horrible as it is to hear anyone else feels less than desired, it is nice to attempt to convince myself that it's not all in my head. It also doesn't help that all I want to eat is cereal and jello (not combined). My get up and go is.. gone.
When the husband returned home from work this week, we've sat together on our oversized basement couches in the darkness, curtains drawn, watching Showtime's The Tudors. I have to admit that it is easy for me to look at the world and think what terrible times we live in... If this show has done anything, it had made me appreciate the good old present day. Holy crap. And how our lives are wonderfully free of drama in this house. How fortunate we are! I think I've had about ten aneurysms per episode. Those historical figures, granted they and their lives are fictionalized partly for the show, still make my brain hurt.
It is also fun to continually cross my arms and mutter to my husband, "Your gender. Oh. My. God."
It helps that although I was an excellent student, I am terrible at all things related to recall, so I never know what happens next. Besides, there were like 20 kings of England or something, right? Who can blame me? It is easier to point fingers considering I had forgotten how Ann Boleyn... Yeah. When the hubby mentioned losing her head later, I yelled at him emphatically, "Why did you have to tell me that?! You've ruined the ending!" It sounded familiar when he brought it up, but I would never have remembered that on my own.
I do hope that if I am lucky enough to age and grow very, very old, that the caverns of my mind will open and instead of general Alzheimer's, I will have some kind of wonderful disease where I remember everything locked away in there. Think of all the state capitals! The whole math thing with the letters instead of numbers! The food pyramid! How to use a sewing machine! What, didn't everyone get that last one in junior high?
Basically, I hope all my doodles on the cafeteria paper placemats are drawings of a map of the world with the correct location and labeling of all the countries.
In those cobwed covered rooms of my mind, I am sure there are many large filing cabinets full of facts about royalty and European history. Perhaps they are there for all the reasons this show dusts off and places on pedestals in the entryway. The plague. The poor and the rich. Oh, the joys of religion. And I know it's Showtime, so it's inevitable, but wow, could there be anyone in the castle the guys were not banging? I suppose it is not so fictionalized. How did humanity even survive until now? We were lucky to keep our reproductive abilities after that time period.
It seemed every storyline with Queen Katherine included me turning to the hubby and asking, "I do not know how she doesn't go all stabby stabby on everyone." The show in general makes me feel "stabby stabby". It is fascinating. And always calming to simply sit, rest, and be with the hubby and our 4-legged kids scattered around us.
As to our next official date? It's coming. Sometime after we get the expired car plates taken care of, the thousand errands ran, and the case of Neither One of Us Has A Working Phone Anymore solved. Stupid technology. But I'll take today over the 1500s any day.
Not a sentence I ever thought would pass from my lips, but there it is.
The hubby has been back at work this week, although his cough still persists. He is convinced I have caught a milder version of what he had and claims many coworkers and their wives have had similar complaints this week. I've been a new kind of beat, the kind where you're too tired to even shower. Not pretty. Literally.
It has taken a lot to get out of bed at all. As horrible as it is to hear anyone else feels less than desired, it is nice to attempt to convince myself that it's not all in my head. It also doesn't help that all I want to eat is cereal and jello (not combined). My get up and go is.. gone.
When the husband returned home from work this week, we've sat together on our oversized basement couches in the darkness, curtains drawn, watching Showtime's The Tudors. I have to admit that it is easy for me to look at the world and think what terrible times we live in... If this show has done anything, it had made me appreciate the good old present day. Holy crap. And how our lives are wonderfully free of drama in this house. How fortunate we are! I think I've had about ten aneurysms per episode. Those historical figures, granted they and their lives are fictionalized partly for the show, still make my brain hurt.
It is also fun to continually cross my arms and mutter to my husband, "Your gender. Oh. My. God."
It helps that although I was an excellent student, I am terrible at all things related to recall, so I never know what happens next. Besides, there were like 20 kings of England or something, right? Who can blame me? It is easier to point fingers considering I had forgotten how Ann Boleyn... Yeah. When the hubby mentioned losing her head later, I yelled at him emphatically, "Why did you have to tell me that?! You've ruined the ending!" It sounded familiar when he brought it up, but I would never have remembered that on my own.
I do hope that if I am lucky enough to age and grow very, very old, that the caverns of my mind will open and instead of general Alzheimer's, I will have some kind of wonderful disease where I remember everything locked away in there. Think of all the state capitals! The whole math thing with the letters instead of numbers! The food pyramid! How to use a sewing machine! What, didn't everyone get that last one in junior high?
Basically, I hope all my doodles on the cafeteria paper placemats are drawings of a map of the world with the correct location and labeling of all the countries.
In those cobwed covered rooms of my mind, I am sure there are many large filing cabinets full of facts about royalty and European history. Perhaps they are there for all the reasons this show dusts off and places on pedestals in the entryway. The plague. The poor and the rich. Oh, the joys of religion. And I know it's Showtime, so it's inevitable, but wow, could there be anyone in the castle the guys were not banging? I suppose it is not so fictionalized. How did humanity even survive until now? We were lucky to keep our reproductive abilities after that time period.
It seemed every storyline with Queen Katherine included me turning to the hubby and asking, "I do not know how she doesn't go all stabby stabby on everyone." The show in general makes me feel "stabby stabby". It is fascinating. And always calming to simply sit, rest, and be with the hubby and our 4-legged kids scattered around us.
As to our next official date? It's coming. Sometime after we get the expired car plates taken care of, the thousand errands ran, and the case of Neither One of Us Has A Working Phone Anymore solved. Stupid technology. But I'll take today over the 1500s any day.
Saturday, August 14, 2010
Proud and Ashamed!
I am proud of all the "dating" we have done the past few months. We went and saw and did so much. Almost every weekend, we have managed to take the time to be together and focus on each other. And I know we both feel like it's only the beginning!
At the same time, I'm a tad ashamed. Life getting in the way was why we settled into a comfort zone in the first place. That said, hello life. We've had a busy week. Car repairs, vet appointments, and errands galore.
There's been the joy that can only come with the stomach flu. My husband has made a decree that I am no longer allowed to eat out, since it seems God hates me. We thought we'd found a couple places where I was okay, but we were mistaken. After a couple questionable responses and never totally recovering, one ice cream after the wolf sanctuary was enough to put me out of commission for nearly a week.
Then, there was the show entitled "People And Stuff Are Coming" starring my husband and me, my folks, my grandmother's organ, several gigantic and heavy things from my dead grandfather's house, and some movers who shall not be named. Not because I want to conceal their identities either. Because we were never fortunate enough for introductions. We waited for furniture to be moved here from 2 states away. The movers were no shows 3 times in a row, and trust me, I got off easy in comparison to everyone else. I was just waiting for them to deliver furniture. It was worse for those who were waiting for it to be picked up.
A lot of my waiting involved me super cleaning and moving large pieces of furniture around to make room for more large pieces of furniture that were coming. Since I didn't know how many movers there would be and because I was the middle stop in a straight-shot-turned-triangle-turned-polygon journey, I wanted to have something nice to give them when they finished here. I baked 2 kinds of cookies from scratch, wrote a heartfelt card, and made a little basket decorated with maps of where the movers were from on it to hold the cookies. There's 5 hours in the kitchen I'm never getting back.
Suffice to say, the husband's office had a pretty good week. They were amazed that I had cut out little circles of wax paper to put between the cookies, since I had stacked them and wrapped the little stacks in plastic wrap before tying them off in pretty curling ribbon (ribbon that, I might add, matched the pretty little map-cookie-holder-basket). Sigh. At least they were appreciated.
Lastly, Ramadan started. Which is a good thing in general but the first couple days can be difficult. The body is tired and hungry and doesn't understand why this is happening. And with the two of us, we have entirely different reactions and responses. The husband adapts more easily than me in general and is more laid back. His nerves are well guarded and his boiling point high. He handles it with grace and ease. It seems easy to him, and if it isn't, he certainly hides it well. He is a good model but one that I often fail to emulate. Today, I feel really good. My energy is high and I am very alert. My snarky, snappy, cranky side is quiet. I feel like I could do out and do just about anything...
Of course, this could change at any moment. And, the husband has had to work the past several days. He's started his days at 3am. Not like me, where I might start my day at 3 but then by 4 restart my night by going back to bed for a few more hours. The hubby has gotten up and stayed up, his days filled with work, errands, and then time at home with me. It is not surprising that he would need a nap this afternoon. That he would not have some sort of second wind like mine. Surely this is because he's had a second wind earlier this week. And a third, then a fourth...
I do not know when we'll have comparable energy for our next date. We've decided a movie (I know, I know) is something we could manage. I think this was mostly because we have 2 movies out that we'd love to see in the theater (The Other Guys and Scott Pilgrim). Beyond that, we'll see how this next week goes. I have a very interesting list of dates that I have deemed appropriate for the more relaxed, easy going time that is needed while fasting.
Whether I'll be proud to give my account of them or ashamed that they stayed only good ideas, only the next several weeks will tell. I have a feeling that although this weekend may pass quietly, the ones to come will not walk by so softly. They might be driven by horses, creeped out by puppets, barked at by dogs, or experimented on through science. All in the name of dating my husband!
At the same time, I'm a tad ashamed. Life getting in the way was why we settled into a comfort zone in the first place. That said, hello life. We've had a busy week. Car repairs, vet appointments, and errands galore.
There's been the joy that can only come with the stomach flu. My husband has made a decree that I am no longer allowed to eat out, since it seems God hates me. We thought we'd found a couple places where I was okay, but we were mistaken. After a couple questionable responses and never totally recovering, one ice cream after the wolf sanctuary was enough to put me out of commission for nearly a week.
Then, there was the show entitled "People And Stuff Are Coming" starring my husband and me, my folks, my grandmother's organ, several gigantic and heavy things from my dead grandfather's house, and some movers who shall not be named. Not because I want to conceal their identities either. Because we were never fortunate enough for introductions. We waited for furniture to be moved here from 2 states away. The movers were no shows 3 times in a row, and trust me, I got off easy in comparison to everyone else. I was just waiting for them to deliver furniture. It was worse for those who were waiting for it to be picked up.
A lot of my waiting involved me super cleaning and moving large pieces of furniture around to make room for more large pieces of furniture that were coming. Since I didn't know how many movers there would be and because I was the middle stop in a straight-shot-turned-triangle-turned-polygon journey, I wanted to have something nice to give them when they finished here. I baked 2 kinds of cookies from scratch, wrote a heartfelt card, and made a little basket decorated with maps of where the movers were from on it to hold the cookies. There's 5 hours in the kitchen I'm never getting back.
Suffice to say, the husband's office had a pretty good week. They were amazed that I had cut out little circles of wax paper to put between the cookies, since I had stacked them and wrapped the little stacks in plastic wrap before tying them off in pretty curling ribbon (ribbon that, I might add, matched the pretty little map-cookie-holder-basket). Sigh. At least they were appreciated.
Lastly, Ramadan started. Which is a good thing in general but the first couple days can be difficult. The body is tired and hungry and doesn't understand why this is happening. And with the two of us, we have entirely different reactions and responses. The husband adapts more easily than me in general and is more laid back. His nerves are well guarded and his boiling point high. He handles it with grace and ease. It seems easy to him, and if it isn't, he certainly hides it well. He is a good model but one that I often fail to emulate. Today, I feel really good. My energy is high and I am very alert. My snarky, snappy, cranky side is quiet. I feel like I could do out and do just about anything...
Of course, this could change at any moment. And, the husband has had to work the past several days. He's started his days at 3am. Not like me, where I might start my day at 3 but then by 4 restart my night by going back to bed for a few more hours. The hubby has gotten up and stayed up, his days filled with work, errands, and then time at home with me. It is not surprising that he would need a nap this afternoon. That he would not have some sort of second wind like mine. Surely this is because he's had a second wind earlier this week. And a third, then a fourth...
I do not know when we'll have comparable energy for our next date. We've decided a movie (I know, I know) is something we could manage. I think this was mostly because we have 2 movies out that we'd love to see in the theater (The Other Guys and Scott Pilgrim). Beyond that, we'll see how this next week goes. I have a very interesting list of dates that I have deemed appropriate for the more relaxed, easy going time that is needed while fasting.
Whether I'll be proud to give my account of them or ashamed that they stayed only good ideas, only the next several weeks will tell. I have a feeling that although this weekend may pass quietly, the ones to come will not walk by so softly. They might be driven by horses, creeped out by puppets, barked at by dogs, or experimented on through science. All in the name of dating my husband!
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