If you are squeamish, please don't read any further.
I'm actually in a really good mood. The funny thing is I shouldn't be.
When I went to put the dogs out this morning, one or both of the dogs (that stay downstairs) had been sick - both ends. What a disgusting mess. It was so bad that in a several spots it was soaked clear through two layers of really thick cardboard, the carpet, the pad, and into the wood. Luckily, most of the actual mess was on the cardboard, so that was easy to dispose of. But, most of the rest of the carpet was soaked and the pad was pretty damp. So, I spent my whole morning ripping out the carpet and pad in half of the back room and doing a quick clean up of the floor. (The rest of the room is blocked off and used for storage.) Luckily, the carpet was in bad shape before this happened. (In a little while I'll go put down a sheet of plastic and put flattened cardboard boxes over the top.)
About lunch time, I remembered I hadn't taken anything out of the freezer for dinner. When I opened the freezer door I got a face full of frozen food - hard packages of meat that after hitting me in the face fell and landed on my toes.
Then, I decided that since the ice finally melted from in front of the garage door, I'd better get the potting soil out of the garage so that I can take care of the house plants that the kitten tried to destroy. I opened the garage door. The rolling cart for scooting under the car fell (why was it standing on end just inside the door???) and scraped down my shins while a garbage bag of recycling hit me in the head (recycling has to go to another town) and the plastic end of leaf rake hit me in the face (why wasn't it hung up?). Also, several empty cardboard boxes fell over. I did screech; I don't know if I swore or not. Did I get the potting soil? NO. DH has old computers stacked on top of the sacks of potting soil (HUH?). I was no way in .... going to move those heavy things. (And to think that DH didn't want me to buy potting soil the other day because "we have some in the garage".)
I should be used to this by now. It really, really is a good thing that I am in a good mood. I'm even going to be nice and cook dinner.
Showing posts with label husbands. Show all posts
Showing posts with label husbands. Show all posts
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
Friday, November 7, 2008
Why Wives Pick on Husbands
My husband is a computer whiz, geek, repair person.
The mouse or whatever else that is controlling the cursor is making the cursor do crazy things. The cursor flies all over and sometimes disappears. Evidently it only happens when I use the computer. Several weeks ago I mentioned the problem and have mentioned and/or asked about it many times since.
Last night the cursor was being completely weird, so I asked my husband if the optical mouse wore out.
Answer, "Not very well."
Not understanding his answer, I asked, "Do you have to replace optical mice often?"
Answer, "Not very well."
I swear, I didn't say another word. (But, I DID write about it!)
The mouse or whatever else that is controlling the cursor is making the cursor do crazy things. The cursor flies all over and sometimes disappears. Evidently it only happens when I use the computer. Several weeks ago I mentioned the problem and have mentioned and/or asked about it many times since.
Last night the cursor was being completely weird, so I asked my husband if the optical mouse wore out.
Answer, "Not very well."
Not understanding his answer, I asked, "Do you have to replace optical mice often?"
Answer, "Not very well."
I swear, I didn't say another word. (But, I DID write about it!)
Saturday, November 1, 2008
Does This Sound Familiar?
A long boring "Who's on First?" type story that could be called "Inane Conversations that Almost Caused a Full Blown Argument" or "The Trouble One Little Word Can Cause".
First, a little background info so that this tale might make some sense.
A few weeks ago a brush fire started across the road from where my husband often works. In the rush to get to the fire, my firefighter-husband-who-knows-better didn't stop to grab his fire gear out of the car. Not to mention the safety rules he broke, he basically ruined a fairly new pair of $100 shoes and a tore the back out of a good shirt. In a very weak attempt to defend my husband, this fire did need to be jumped on extremely fast because the wind was blowing, and the fire was very near houses and businesses.
Jump to this past Thursday (the day before Halloween) at about 5:15 a.m. Husband, just before leaving for work, says to sleepy wife (me), "I'm staying at your folks' tonight so that I can catch up on some jobs in the area. Also, I have several stops to make after work on Friday, so I'll be home pretty late. I know it is Halloween; sorry I won't be there to help." Me to husband, "That's fine. I'll see you tomorrow night. Watch for rocks and deer. Love you."
Later in the day it dawns on me - my husband has been home to help on Halloween maybe twice? in the past 15 years. The last time he stayed home he complained for days about the interruptions and how he couldn't get any work done. So, of course, I got to wondering why in the world would he even mention that he was sorry for not being home on Halloween. Also, I realized I hadn't asked where he would be stopping nor had he told me.
Jump to five-ish Halloween evening.
By now I'm a little annoyed and concerned. I haven't heard from my husband, and he is out of cell phone range. Then, Mom calls to tell me that just after lunch, my husband had taken one of the fire engines out to a fire. She hadn't seen him, so she figured he was still on the fire. And, at this very same time, trick or treaters start knocking on the door. And, the business phone starts ringing. While trying to keep the dogs quiet, answer the door, and hand out candy, I'm trying to apologize and explain to customers that 'J' was on a fire and that I didn't have a list of his stops so that was why they hadn't been called.
Much later in the evening while children were still trick or treating, J pulls in.
The first thing out of his mouth was, "What do you have fixed for dinner?"
I see a flash of red, but just say, "Leftovers."
He grumbles and says, "I had leftovers last night. Is there enough?"
I come back with, "Yes, and I hope you didn't ruin your new shirt."
My husband said, "No, this time I wore my jacket."
In my husband's fantasy world, a hot meal would have been waiting for him. I would have completely ignored the trick or treaters. I would have known which stops he was going to make, and I would have called those customers. In reality, while answering the door and listening to his fire-war stories and grumbles, I sort of helped warm up his dinner. He insisted that I eat, too, (I really didn't want to) so I reluctly shut off the porch light so we wouldn't be interrupted.
***
Another little tidbit to know is that in our house there is a door between the entry hall and the landing to the upstairs where our bedroom is. My husband always hangs his jackets on the door knobs so that when there is a fire call in the middle of the night he can quickly grab a jacket as he rushes by. (He is a voluteer on three fire departments.)
Jump to this morning.
I was looking at the two jackets on the door knobs and asked, "Which jacket did you have on the fire? I'll need to wash it." (They both looked a little dirty, but not fire-filthy.)
Husband says, "The cloth one." (Hello, they're both cloth - one is nylon, the other cotton drill.)
Me, "Do you mean the bright red one?" (The cotton drill.)
Husband, "Yes."
Me, "It's too clean. I thought you said you wore your jacket. Did you have your fire gear over your jacket? Weren't you too hot?"
Husband, "I had on my fire gear. I had my jacket with me in the truck. I didn't say I wore it."
Me, snottily, "I just asked a simple question."
Lunch time comes and I'm thinking, "Without starting a fight, how do I ask him what he actually wore on the fire?" Ahh, okay.
Me, "Did you wear your fire shirt? Do I need to wash it?" (Yellow fire shirt is worn for wild fires vs. bulky heavy protective clothing used for fighting structure fires.)
Husband, "No, I wore my structure turnouts. I'll need to take them to the dry cleaners one of these first days."
Ahhh, he had on his structure turnout coat. So explains the use of the word jacket.
First, a little background info so that this tale might make some sense.
A few weeks ago a brush fire started across the road from where my husband often works. In the rush to get to the fire, my firefighter-husband-who-knows-better didn't stop to grab his fire gear out of the car. Not to mention the safety rules he broke, he basically ruined a fairly new pair of $100 shoes and a tore the back out of a good shirt. In a very weak attempt to defend my husband, this fire did need to be jumped on extremely fast because the wind was blowing, and the fire was very near houses and businesses.
Jump to this past Thursday (the day before Halloween) at about 5:15 a.m. Husband, just before leaving for work, says to sleepy wife (me), "I'm staying at your folks' tonight so that I can catch up on some jobs in the area. Also, I have several stops to make after work on Friday, so I'll be home pretty late. I know it is Halloween; sorry I won't be there to help." Me to husband, "That's fine. I'll see you tomorrow night. Watch for rocks and deer. Love you."
Later in the day it dawns on me - my husband has been home to help on Halloween maybe twice? in the past 15 years. The last time he stayed home he complained for days about the interruptions and how he couldn't get any work done. So, of course, I got to wondering why in the world would he even mention that he was sorry for not being home on Halloween. Also, I realized I hadn't asked where he would be stopping nor had he told me.
Jump to five-ish Halloween evening.
By now I'm a little annoyed and concerned. I haven't heard from my husband, and he is out of cell phone range. Then, Mom calls to tell me that just after lunch, my husband had taken one of the fire engines out to a fire. She hadn't seen him, so she figured he was still on the fire. And, at this very same time, trick or treaters start knocking on the door. And, the business phone starts ringing. While trying to keep the dogs quiet, answer the door, and hand out candy, I'm trying to apologize and explain to customers that 'J' was on a fire and that I didn't have a list of his stops so that was why they hadn't been called.
Much later in the evening while children were still trick or treating, J pulls in.
The first thing out of his mouth was, "What do you have fixed for dinner?"
I see a flash of red, but just say, "Leftovers."
He grumbles and says, "I had leftovers last night. Is there enough?"
I come back with, "Yes, and I hope you didn't ruin your new shirt."
My husband said, "No, this time I wore my jacket."
In my husband's fantasy world, a hot meal would have been waiting for him. I would have completely ignored the trick or treaters. I would have known which stops he was going to make, and I would have called those customers. In reality, while answering the door and listening to his fire-war stories and grumbles, I sort of helped warm up his dinner. He insisted that I eat, too, (I really didn't want to) so I reluctly shut off the porch light so we wouldn't be interrupted.
***
Another little tidbit to know is that in our house there is a door between the entry hall and the landing to the upstairs where our bedroom is. My husband always hangs his jackets on the door knobs so that when there is a fire call in the middle of the night he can quickly grab a jacket as he rushes by. (He is a voluteer on three fire departments.)
Jump to this morning.
I was looking at the two jackets on the door knobs and asked, "Which jacket did you have on the fire? I'll need to wash it." (They both looked a little dirty, but not fire-filthy.)
Husband says, "The cloth one." (Hello, they're both cloth - one is nylon, the other cotton drill.)
Me, "Do you mean the bright red one?" (The cotton drill.)
Husband, "Yes."
Me, "It's too clean. I thought you said you wore your jacket. Did you have your fire gear over your jacket? Weren't you too hot?"
Husband, "I had on my fire gear. I had my jacket with me in the truck. I didn't say I wore it."
Me, snottily, "I just asked a simple question."
Lunch time comes and I'm thinking, "Without starting a fight, how do I ask him what he actually wore on the fire?" Ahh, okay.
Me, "Did you wear your fire shirt? Do I need to wash it?" (Yellow fire shirt is worn for wild fires vs. bulky heavy protective clothing used for fighting structure fires.)
Husband, "No, I wore my structure turnouts. I'll need to take them to the dry cleaners one of these first days."
Ahhh, he had on his structure turnout coat. So explains the use of the word jacket.
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
flop, flop and the case of the missing laundry
Quick update from last blog. Tuesday wasn't much better. Work was extremely busy and stressful. I spent the afternoon at work by myself, because everyone else had a bad day, too. The worst thing that happened was the 2-year-old granddaughter of one of my co-workers was bit by a rattlesnake at my co-workers house. It turned out to be a dry bite, but definately (spelling?) a rattlesnake bite. Thank the good Lord for miracles. By Wednesday, everything had calmed down so that we got caught up from Monday and Tuesday.
Flop 1: Yesterday, I made No Bake Cookies to send to work today, because another one of my co-workers has never had them! I didn't send them. :( I have used the same recipe for years, but the last few times I made them the cookies have been grainy. This time was no exception. The cookies taste okay, but they're just not what I want to share with others. I even added a little more milk and shortening, but it didn't help. Guess I'll have to look for a new recipe or figure out what I am doing wrong.
Flop 2: Some fresh pears needed to used before they rotted, so for lunch today, I decided to make a pear walnut blue cheese salad. I couldn't/can't find the cookbook that has the good recipe, and I probably spent another 30 minutes online looking for a similar recipe. There was a "different" recipe that sounded so good. YUCK. VERY, VERY SOUR. And, it didn't help that I over-toasted the walnuts and that the pears had no flavor at all. (I ate them anyway, because I couldn't get myself to throw away all those ingredients.)
The Mystery: The missing laundry seems to be my husband's. I am doing laundry today, and I notice that there are only ONE pair of his pants and no pajamas to wash. (He must have worn the same pair of pants all week (he has several pairs that are the same, so I don't necessarily notice) and didn't say anything - GRRRRR. I did notice that he was sleeping in his underwear, but thought he just decided to do that. Double GRRRR) Also, I can't find the laundry baskets! How can one lose laundry baskets?????
Hmmmm, a week ago Monday, my husband moved a bunch of stuff around upstairs so that we could put a different mattress on our bed. He must have been the one to move the baskets with hopefully clean clothes in them, but where???? They have to be upstairs. I'll look again tomorrow when I'm not so mad.
Flop 1: Yesterday, I made No Bake Cookies to send to work today, because another one of my co-workers has never had them! I didn't send them. :( I have used the same recipe for years, but the last few times I made them the cookies have been grainy. This time was no exception. The cookies taste okay, but they're just not what I want to share with others. I even added a little more milk and shortening, but it didn't help. Guess I'll have to look for a new recipe or figure out what I am doing wrong.
Flop 2: Some fresh pears needed to used before they rotted, so for lunch today, I decided to make a pear walnut blue cheese salad. I couldn't/can't find the cookbook that has the good recipe, and I probably spent another 30 minutes online looking for a similar recipe. There was a "different" recipe that sounded so good. YUCK. VERY, VERY SOUR. And, it didn't help that I over-toasted the walnuts and that the pears had no flavor at all. (I ate them anyway, because I couldn't get myself to throw away all those ingredients.)
The Mystery: The missing laundry seems to be my husband's. I am doing laundry today, and I notice that there are only ONE pair of his pants and no pajamas to wash. (He must have worn the same pair of pants all week (he has several pairs that are the same, so I don't necessarily notice) and didn't say anything - GRRRRR. I did notice that he was sleeping in his underwear, but thought he just decided to do that. Double GRRRR) Also, I can't find the laundry baskets! How can one lose laundry baskets?????
Hmmmm, a week ago Monday, my husband moved a bunch of stuff around upstairs so that we could put a different mattress on our bed. He must have been the one to move the baskets with hopefully clean clothes in them, but where???? They have to be upstairs. I'll look again tomorrow when I'm not so mad.
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