still no word on the remote, but Spanish Mike did go to the effort of putting TNT in Spanish. it's been stuck that way for 2 days now. (he finally e-mailed instructions to put it back into English)
Answers(?) to some of the mysterious occurrences of late:
According to Mike, the potholder was in the freezer 2 days ago so that he wouldn't burn the freezer, and the orange was in the upstairs bathroom because he was bringing it to work.
Friday, June 25, 2010
The Mike Stories, Pt. 9
Mike has been learning Spanish on his own for quite some time. (since even before I met him, I think). It's rather slow going compared to taking a class... but he's made a lot of progress. A few months ago he started watching Spanish kids' shows. Then he found some kind of flash card app for his iPod that helps him learn words. Most recently he's started reading a Spanish book and he's recording a Yoga workout show that airs in Spanish...
...all of this is very cool, but I've discovered that Spanish Mike is quite different than Regular Mike. Regular Mike doesn't watch much tv (Spanish Mike watches a lot of tv). Regular Mike refuses to go to yoga with me (Spanish Mike goes to the effort of recording a yoga workout show so he can do it whenever he feels like it!). Regular Mike never ever reads for pleasure (but Spanish Mike sure does!).
In light of all of this strange stuff that Spanish Mike does, I find myself sitting in my living room alone wondering which Mike is putting strange things in strange places lately. Two days ago I found a POT HOLDER in the freezer. Yesterday I found an orange in the upstairs bathroom. (I don't even want to know why you would need an orange in the bathroom). This morning I found Mike's cell phone left in the downstairs bathroom, and the cable remote is missing (again)... I have a feeling it will turn up in a bizarre location - i've already checked the freezer. not there.
Regular Mike does lose stuff on a regular basis... but these latest strangely placed items are just a little too weird for Regular Mike... I think Spanish Mike might hide things with a flair for the weird.
...all of this is very cool, but I've discovered that Spanish Mike is quite different than Regular Mike. Regular Mike doesn't watch much tv (Spanish Mike watches a lot of tv). Regular Mike refuses to go to yoga with me (Spanish Mike goes to the effort of recording a yoga workout show so he can do it whenever he feels like it!). Regular Mike never ever reads for pleasure (but Spanish Mike sure does!).
In light of all of this strange stuff that Spanish Mike does, I find myself sitting in my living room alone wondering which Mike is putting strange things in strange places lately. Two days ago I found a POT HOLDER in the freezer. Yesterday I found an orange in the upstairs bathroom. (I don't even want to know why you would need an orange in the bathroom). This morning I found Mike's cell phone left in the downstairs bathroom, and the cable remote is missing (again)... I have a feeling it will turn up in a bizarre location - i've already checked the freezer. not there.
Regular Mike does lose stuff on a regular basis... but these latest strangely placed items are just a little too weird for Regular Mike... I think Spanish Mike might hide things with a flair for the weird.
The Mike Stories, Pt. 8
i think mike has a subconscious wish to have our house robbed... quite possibly also burned down, but at least robbed. either that or he's working on a malicious underground plot to get my cats to run away. he's actually been successful with both cats if that's his goal...
i'll explain: Mike has issues with the doors. he won't lock them. half the time he won't even close them. About a month ago Akira snuck out the back door after Mike went out and forgot to shut the screen door all of the way (as far as we can tell anyway). He was missing for a couple of days. Masaaki was actually the first one to notice Akira's absence. Masaaki started behaving strangely - he was wandering the house restless and howling... then we discovered the source of Masaaki's anxiety - his feline buddy was nowhere to be found... on one hand it's totally adorable that they've bonded so well... on the other hand it just makes the whole situation that much more heartbreaking when one of them has gone missing.
Akira eventually showed up. it appears that he snuck out, ran into something scary, hid under the deck, and waited until after dark to bravely approach the door to try to get back in. we had the window open so he could hear Masaaki crying for him... when i was about to close the window for the night, there he was, right outside the window staring right back at me. he was a little scardey cat once we did finally entice him back in. poor guy. it only detered him for a couple of days from trying to rush the front door every time we open it, though. he's a stinker.
Where Mike was successful at losing Masaaki is a much more disturbing story. Masaaki is the worlds biggest weenie cat. i've never worried about him trying to get outside, because frankly the outside world scares the crap out of him. he sees an open door and he runs the other way and hides. he's certain that everything out there is one gigantic plot to kill him, and i'm just fine with him thinking so.
well... during the past week I've had some sort of death cold, and have been doing nothing but sleeping and occasionally eating. On Saturday night Mike went up and drew a bath for me... after asking if he had locked the doors, i went up to relax for the night. the next morning i got up a bit early hoping i'd have the energy to go to a dog show (that was Sunday - i made it, and it rocked!)... when i made it downstairs i immediately saw that the door was hanging open. not just unlocked (as Mike is so fond of doing) but actually hanging open. it was open about a foot. I poked my head out and there was Akira sitting on the front step. I ordered him back in, and in he came.... i closed the door and went looking for Masaaki...
Masaaki wasn't in the house. we checked everywhere! the most likely scenario is this: the door was open ALL night... when Masaaki discovered this around bed time, he most likely hid from it... then perhaps watched as Akira wandered out... even realized that Akira didn't get jumped and murdered the second he went out... and (heaven forbid) Akira seemed to even be enjoying his little outdoor adventure... perhaps sometime around 3 or 4am Masaaki worked up the courage to venture out too... then ran into something that scared the crap out of him... like... oh... say.... a slug... then he probably bolted and hid somewhere until nightfall the next evening.
when we checked outside in the morning, he was nowhere to be found. To his credit, Masaaki is the most excellent hider i have ever seen in my entire life. that evening we tried shutting Akira in the cat room (yes we have a cat room. disgusting isn't it?)... so we could open all of the doors and hope that Masaaki would wander in on his own. knowing what a big weenie he is, i just wasn't sure what to expect. it was totally anticlimactic. nothing happened. we had to shut the doors and go to bed. i left the window open upstairs, though, so i could hear him if he started howling (howling is Masaaki's other special talent).
...and howling he did! an hour or two after we went to bed he started in. he was right outside the front door howling to get in, and came right in when i opened the door. it was probably the only act of bravery i should ever expect out of the cat, as i'm sure it took every ounce of courage the poor guy had, and then some! he remained skittish and nervous all night, and even through to this morning. about an hour after i got home, though, he was back to his old self, jumping up next to me on the couch and demanding attention.
guess what else i found when i got home today? Mike forgot to lock the front door when he left for work this morning. i've already explained to him numerous times that he is not invincible, his house is not invincible, and that people really do get their houses robbed... and that the first line of defense against that sort of thing is to lock the friggin doors like everybody else with any sort of common sense does. but does he listen?...
[originally published 6/8/2009]
i'll explain: Mike has issues with the doors. he won't lock them. half the time he won't even close them. About a month ago Akira snuck out the back door after Mike went out and forgot to shut the screen door all of the way (as far as we can tell anyway). He was missing for a couple of days. Masaaki was actually the first one to notice Akira's absence. Masaaki started behaving strangely - he was wandering the house restless and howling... then we discovered the source of Masaaki's anxiety - his feline buddy was nowhere to be found... on one hand it's totally adorable that they've bonded so well... on the other hand it just makes the whole situation that much more heartbreaking when one of them has gone missing.
Akira eventually showed up. it appears that he snuck out, ran into something scary, hid under the deck, and waited until after dark to bravely approach the door to try to get back in. we had the window open so he could hear Masaaki crying for him... when i was about to close the window for the night, there he was, right outside the window staring right back at me. he was a little scardey cat once we did finally entice him back in. poor guy. it only detered him for a couple of days from trying to rush the front door every time we open it, though. he's a stinker.
Where Mike was successful at losing Masaaki is a much more disturbing story. Masaaki is the worlds biggest weenie cat. i've never worried about him trying to get outside, because frankly the outside world scares the crap out of him. he sees an open door and he runs the other way and hides. he's certain that everything out there is one gigantic plot to kill him, and i'm just fine with him thinking so.
well... during the past week I've had some sort of death cold, and have been doing nothing but sleeping and occasionally eating. On Saturday night Mike went up and drew a bath for me... after asking if he had locked the doors, i went up to relax for the night. the next morning i got up a bit early hoping i'd have the energy to go to a dog show (that was Sunday - i made it, and it rocked!)... when i made it downstairs i immediately saw that the door was hanging open. not just unlocked (as Mike is so fond of doing) but actually hanging open. it was open about a foot. I poked my head out and there was Akira sitting on the front step. I ordered him back in, and in he came.... i closed the door and went looking for Masaaki...
Masaaki wasn't in the house. we checked everywhere! the most likely scenario is this: the door was open ALL night... when Masaaki discovered this around bed time, he most likely hid from it... then perhaps watched as Akira wandered out... even realized that Akira didn't get jumped and murdered the second he went out... and (heaven forbid) Akira seemed to even be enjoying his little outdoor adventure... perhaps sometime around 3 or 4am Masaaki worked up the courage to venture out too... then ran into something that scared the crap out of him... like... oh... say.... a slug... then he probably bolted and hid somewhere until nightfall the next evening.
when we checked outside in the morning, he was nowhere to be found. To his credit, Masaaki is the most excellent hider i have ever seen in my entire life. that evening we tried shutting Akira in the cat room (yes we have a cat room. disgusting isn't it?)... so we could open all of the doors and hope that Masaaki would wander in on his own. knowing what a big weenie he is, i just wasn't sure what to expect. it was totally anticlimactic. nothing happened. we had to shut the doors and go to bed. i left the window open upstairs, though, so i could hear him if he started howling (howling is Masaaki's other special talent).
...and howling he did! an hour or two after we went to bed he started in. he was right outside the front door howling to get in, and came right in when i opened the door. it was probably the only act of bravery i should ever expect out of the cat, as i'm sure it took every ounce of courage the poor guy had, and then some! he remained skittish and nervous all night, and even through to this morning. about an hour after i got home, though, he was back to his old self, jumping up next to me on the couch and demanding attention.
guess what else i found when i got home today? Mike forgot to lock the front door when he left for work this morning. i've already explained to him numerous times that he is not invincible, his house is not invincible, and that people really do get their houses robbed... and that the first line of defense against that sort of thing is to lock the friggin doors like everybody else with any sort of common sense does. but does he listen?...
[originally published 6/8/2009]
The Mike Stories, Pt. 7
Last night I told Mike that my 2009 new year's resolution would be to lose some weight. I'm tired of packing around the weight I gained on our honeymoon.. and before that I gained weight in grad school, and I'd like to lose that too. He was very supportive... right up until I told him that my boobs would shrink. At that point he told me to never EVER mention that again. (it was so funny that i've been mentioning it all day today) heh
[originally published 12/28/2008]
[originally published 12/28/2008]
The Mike Stories, Pt. 6
OH. MY. GOD.
this is all Mike's fault.
we got an e-mail this afternoon requesting yet MORE information... after i had been told that they had everything they needed (for like the hundredth time)... they need Mike's 2006 tax return..
so Mike calls me and asks me to send it for him... he said it was on his laptop... so i pulled up the friggin' my docs section, and found 2007 returns... that's it. there was a turbo tax file for 2006, but it was all messed up. i tried "print to pdf" and all it actually saved was some instruction letter, that was completely useless.
so i asked Mike 'don't you have paper copies of this stuff somewhere?' (like everybody else?!!!)... he said he does, they're in his file thingy... and guess what he did with that????? he PACKED it in a box somewhere.
why the hell he would PACK that when he knows damn well that the bank is going to call and ask for more information is beyond me.... on top of it, Mike is NOT an organized packer. he'll take random items from every room in the apartment and put them all in one box together... it makes it next to impossible to find anything... i told him i am most certainly NOT going through every box he packed to find something he knew he should have left out in the first place...
and he better NOT delay the closing date because of this. if it does, then we'll have to call U-Haul and re-schedule our truck, re-schedule the movers we hired, and re-plan everything with all of the friends and family who have set aside time to help us move on Saturday... plus we're wasting my winter break... i had PLANNED on using my winter break to move, clean the apartment & unpack stuff into our new house... at the rate Mike's going, we'll be in this friggin' apartment until Valentine's Day... and does Mike even act like it might be an inconvenience for anybody? NO! he's bouncing around like la-dee-da... everything happens by magic and it won't matter. i swear, men do this on purpose don't they?!!! (i wish i had something that did the opposite of xanex that i could spike his drink with and get him in gear and acting like this stuff needs to happen ASAP!)
** in an un-related, and more up-beat side note - i bought and installed a new power supply for Andrik today ALL BY MYSELF! that's right folks, i've graduated to fixing my own computer.
[originally published 12/23/2008]
this is all Mike's fault.
we got an e-mail this afternoon requesting yet MORE information... after i had been told that they had everything they needed (for like the hundredth time)... they need Mike's 2006 tax return..
so Mike calls me and asks me to send it for him... he said it was on his laptop... so i pulled up the friggin' my docs section, and found 2007 returns... that's it. there was a turbo tax file for 2006, but it was all messed up. i tried "print to pdf" and all it actually saved was some instruction letter, that was completely useless.
so i asked Mike 'don't you have paper copies of this stuff somewhere?' (like everybody else?!!!)... he said he does, they're in his file thingy... and guess what he did with that????? he PACKED it in a box somewhere.
why the hell he would PACK that when he knows damn well that the bank is going to call and ask for more information is beyond me.... on top of it, Mike is NOT an organized packer. he'll take random items from every room in the apartment and put them all in one box together... it makes it next to impossible to find anything... i told him i am most certainly NOT going through every box he packed to find something he knew he should have left out in the first place...
and he better NOT delay the closing date because of this. if it does, then we'll have to call U-Haul and re-schedule our truck, re-schedule the movers we hired, and re-plan everything with all of the friends and family who have set aside time to help us move on Saturday... plus we're wasting my winter break... i had PLANNED on using my winter break to move, clean the apartment & unpack stuff into our new house... at the rate Mike's going, we'll be in this friggin' apartment until Valentine's Day... and does Mike even act like it might be an inconvenience for anybody? NO! he's bouncing around like la-dee-da... everything happens by magic and it won't matter. i swear, men do this on purpose don't they?!!! (i wish i had something that did the opposite of xanex that i could spike his drink with and get him in gear and acting like this stuff needs to happen ASAP!)
** in an un-related, and more up-beat side note - i bought and installed a new power supply for Andrik today ALL BY MYSELF! that's right folks, i've graduated to fixing my own computer.
[originally published 12/23/2008]
The Mike Stories BONUS
Bonus Mike Story!
Mike: I don't see why we keep spending so much. I don't think we're very good at managing a budget.
Chrissy: It's because you don't share information about what bills you need to pay every month.
Mike: That shouldn't matter, I'm talking about how much we're spending.
Chrissy: If we both knew what was in your head about the bills you pay each month, we would be able to create a more realistic budget. Plus when I ask you if you still have bills to pay later in the month, you've been lying about it, so we both end up thinking we have more spending money than we really do.
Mike: (confused look)
Chrissy: Will you just tell me which bills you pay each month?
Mike: I don't pay any bills. You pay them.
Chrissy: What about your phone bill?
Mike: Oh yeah, I pay that.
Chrissy: And your student loan?
Mike: Oh yeah, that too.
Chrissy: And car insurance?
Mike: Yeah, and that.
Chrissy: And you have a credit card?
Mike: Yeah....
Chrissy: I thought you didn't pay any bills.
Mike: Well I guess I pay a few...
Chrissy: If I don't know about them, I can't plan ahead for them very well... do you see why we have a budgeting problem?...
Mike: Well I just told you about them.
Chrissy: I give up.
[originally published 10/14/2008]
Mike: I don't see why we keep spending so much. I don't think we're very good at managing a budget.
Chrissy: It's because you don't share information about what bills you need to pay every month.
Mike: That shouldn't matter, I'm talking about how much we're spending.
Chrissy: If we both knew what was in your head about the bills you pay each month, we would be able to create a more realistic budget. Plus when I ask you if you still have bills to pay later in the month, you've been lying about it, so we both end up thinking we have more spending money than we really do.
Mike: (confused look)
Chrissy: Will you just tell me which bills you pay each month?
Mike: I don't pay any bills. You pay them.
Chrissy: What about your phone bill?
Mike: Oh yeah, I pay that.
Chrissy: And your student loan?
Mike: Oh yeah, that too.
Chrissy: And car insurance?
Mike: Yeah, and that.
Chrissy: And you have a credit card?
Mike: Yeah....
Chrissy: I thought you didn't pay any bills.
Mike: Well I guess I pay a few...
Chrissy: If I don't know about them, I can't plan ahead for them very well... do you see why we have a budgeting problem?...
Mike: Well I just told you about them.
Chrissy: I give up.
[originally published 10/14/2008]
The Mike Stories, Pt. 5
i don't like storing things up high for a number of reasons. right up near the top of the list is the fact that i'm short, and can't see (nevermind reach) things that are stored up high. i also live in Washington and we occasionally have earthquakes here, and i'm not fond of crap falling on my head. stuff stored on top of refrigerators, cabinets, and the like also tends to look messy. in short it's a big pet peeve of mine.
here comes the Mike part... Mike knows i don't like it. i've told him a billion and one times that i don't like it. i periodically go through the apartment (step stool in tow) and clean off all of the crap he's been collecting up high, on top of non-storage type objects....
...yet, like clockwork, crap keeps appearing up there. he's driving me crazy. he knows it, but he's still doing it. i don't get it.
...how do you train a man to put things away in the right place? not just hide them up high where i can't see them? (or where they look like a mess, just a mess up high)?
[originally published 9/21/2008]
here comes the Mike part... Mike knows i don't like it. i've told him a billion and one times that i don't like it. i periodically go through the apartment (step stool in tow) and clean off all of the crap he's been collecting up high, on top of non-storage type objects....
...yet, like clockwork, crap keeps appearing up there. he's driving me crazy. he knows it, but he's still doing it. i don't get it.
...how do you train a man to put things away in the right place? not just hide them up high where i can't see them? (or where they look like a mess, just a mess up high)?
[originally published 9/21/2008]
The Mike Stories, Pt. 4
Mike had never been to the state fair before. He told me he had gone to small local fairs when he was growing up, but when i described to him the wonder and amazement that is the Puyallup fair, he couldn't quite imagine it. He thought I must be remembering the grandness of it all through little kid eyes or something... so (to prove just how massive it really is), we went this afternoon...
Mike spent all day telling me things like "this place is huge! I can't believe how BIG it is!!!" ...we kicked off the day with corn on the cob & a trip through the cat barn. we tried to see some horses in action in the arena, but they had just finished a show as we started walking in. Instead we went wandering through the big state fairgrounds. Mike won me a stuffed hippo at one of the games (he is the first guy to ever bother attempting to win me something, and most certainly the first guy to ever succeed at it. i'm telling you, it was just meant to be. i mean he won me a stuffed hippo even. how killer cool is that?)
then, lets see... we stopped and made a doo dah bird together. he didn't even know what one was before today. he thought i was making it up when i told him about them... i had first mentioned it at Danielle's wedding when they did the unity sand thing. i saw it in the program and asked "what is it, like a doo dah bird?"... and he thought i was nuts. anyway our bird came out very colorful and fun. it's a new ornament for my computer desk!
we went on the ferris wheel, through a lame haunted house, through a fun house with a mirror & window maze & funny mirrors that made me look like a short, fat midget (that wasn't my favorite part of the day by any means)... Mike discovered the chairs with the vibrating foot rest thingy you can turn on by putting coins in the chair. he thought i was a big hero when i told him i had 50 cents... until he got it going and discovered it wasn't all it was cracked up to be...
we saw some livestock, watched a cow get milked in the cow barn... and at the end of the night i discovered he was too chicken to go on the swings ride with me. that one's not even one of the upside-down scary rides. it's just fun. Mike's funny.
but i will say this ~ it's totally fun to go to the fair with an easy-going adult who's never been before. It's like seeing everything through the eyes of an awe-struck kid, except you aren't at the mercy or your parents telling you it's time to go home now. we had a blast! i don't think i've had that much fun at the fair since I WAS a kid!
[originally published 9/8/2008]
Mike spent all day telling me things like "this place is huge! I can't believe how BIG it is!!!" ...we kicked off the day with corn on the cob & a trip through the cat barn. we tried to see some horses in action in the arena, but they had just finished a show as we started walking in. Instead we went wandering through the big state fairgrounds. Mike won me a stuffed hippo at one of the games (he is the first guy to ever bother attempting to win me something, and most certainly the first guy to ever succeed at it. i'm telling you, it was just meant to be. i mean he won me a stuffed hippo even. how killer cool is that?)
then, lets see... we stopped and made a doo dah bird together. he didn't even know what one was before today. he thought i was making it up when i told him about them... i had first mentioned it at Danielle's wedding when they did the unity sand thing. i saw it in the program and asked "what is it, like a doo dah bird?"... and he thought i was nuts. anyway our bird came out very colorful and fun. it's a new ornament for my computer desk!
we went on the ferris wheel, through a lame haunted house, through a fun house with a mirror & window maze & funny mirrors that made me look like a short, fat midget (that wasn't my favorite part of the day by any means)... Mike discovered the chairs with the vibrating foot rest thingy you can turn on by putting coins in the chair. he thought i was a big hero when i told him i had 50 cents... until he got it going and discovered it wasn't all it was cracked up to be...
we saw some livestock, watched a cow get milked in the cow barn... and at the end of the night i discovered he was too chicken to go on the swings ride with me. that one's not even one of the upside-down scary rides. it's just fun. Mike's funny.
but i will say this ~ it's totally fun to go to the fair with an easy-going adult who's never been before. It's like seeing everything through the eyes of an awe-struck kid, except you aren't at the mercy or your parents telling you it's time to go home now. we had a blast! i don't think i've had that much fun at the fair since I WAS a kid!
[originally published 9/8/2008]
The Mike Stories, Pt. 3
I went to pick up my best friend and her daughter at the airport last night. We were going from there to a restaurant to get a really late dinner, and I asked Mike to use the navigation thing in his phone to find directions to get there. So I'm talking to Jennifer and trying to follow Mike's directions at the same time....
I was doing pretty good, and was headed toward International Blvd when Mike starts waving his hands all over the place and FINALLY at the last minute tells me i'm going the wrong way on a Y intersection, so I get over... and guess what? the lane he told me to get in took me right back into the airport (where traffic sucked).
turns out i was headed in the right direction on that Y after all. (personally, I think he wanted to take a tour of the construction that's been happening at the airport. either that, or he wanted to show Jennifer just how bad his direction-giving skills can be. it's a toss up).
[originally published 7/25/2008]
I was doing pretty good, and was headed toward International Blvd when Mike starts waving his hands all over the place and FINALLY at the last minute tells me i'm going the wrong way on a Y intersection, so I get over... and guess what? the lane he told me to get in took me right back into the airport (where traffic sucked).
turns out i was headed in the right direction on that Y after all. (personally, I think he wanted to take a tour of the construction that's been happening at the airport. either that, or he wanted to show Jennifer just how bad his direction-giving skills can be. it's a toss up).
[originally published 7/25/2008]
The Mike Stories, Pt. 2
Mike likes to "clean" the apartment sometimes. to the innocent observer, he does a great job. he picks things up, does the dishes, takes out the trash, cleans the kitchen... he even cleaned the bathroom mirror & swept the balcony!...
...but what the innocent observer wouldn't notice is that Mike also loses things in the process. he loses weird things, too. like for example, he "cleaned" the apartment on friday, and today when i finally got to making the labels for the wine favors, i couldn't find the labels or the cd containing the photos for the labels. i remembered where i had left them, but they weren't there anymore. instead a newspaper and a stack of programs were in that spot. so i asked Mike if he had seen the cd.
he asked "what cd?"
i explained to him that it was the cd with our engagement photos on it, and it was in a paper sleeve... i showed him an example of what it would look like, even!
he said he didn't remember. then he "found" the cd by his feet. (imagine that).
then i told him i was also looking for the labels for the wine favors. he starts rifling through random papers and such... and i told him they were in packages, not loose... and that they were with the cd last time i saw them. i even pointed to the spot where they were when i left the house on friday....
nothing helped. he hadn't kept them together when he put them on the floor (mind you, they did not start out on the floor. they were not on the floor so they wouldn't get messed up when i left on friday)
i finally found them mixed in with some photo paper that i had been using last week. i definitely hadn't put them anywhere near photo paper last week. and they were really mixed in, too.
so what should have taken 5 minutes at most, if Mike had left the wedding stuff where i had put it... or kept the cd and labels together, or at the very least remembered where he had hidden the stuff... the whole process took like an hour. i have 4 more days to get this stuff done! he's driving me crazy! i don't have time to hunt for wedding stuff like it's Easter!
(i wonder if he has a secret blog somewhere where he discusses his latest plans to frustrate me)....
[originally published 7/22/2008]
...but what the innocent observer wouldn't notice is that Mike also loses things in the process. he loses weird things, too. like for example, he "cleaned" the apartment on friday, and today when i finally got to making the labels for the wine favors, i couldn't find the labels or the cd containing the photos for the labels. i remembered where i had left them, but they weren't there anymore. instead a newspaper and a stack of programs were in that spot. so i asked Mike if he had seen the cd.
he asked "what cd?"
i explained to him that it was the cd with our engagement photos on it, and it was in a paper sleeve... i showed him an example of what it would look like, even!
he said he didn't remember. then he "found" the cd by his feet. (imagine that).
then i told him i was also looking for the labels for the wine favors. he starts rifling through random papers and such... and i told him they were in packages, not loose... and that they were with the cd last time i saw them. i even pointed to the spot where they were when i left the house on friday....
nothing helped. he hadn't kept them together when he put them on the floor (mind you, they did not start out on the floor. they were not on the floor so they wouldn't get messed up when i left on friday)
i finally found them mixed in with some photo paper that i had been using last week. i definitely hadn't put them anywhere near photo paper last week. and they were really mixed in, too.
so what should have taken 5 minutes at most, if Mike had left the wedding stuff where i had put it... or kept the cd and labels together, or at the very least remembered where he had hidden the stuff... the whole process took like an hour. i have 4 more days to get this stuff done! he's driving me crazy! i don't have time to hunt for wedding stuff like it's Easter!
(i wonder if he has a secret blog somewhere where he discusses his latest plans to frustrate me)....
[originally published 7/22/2008]
The Mike Stories, Pt. 1
The Mike stories are inspired by my good friend, Hillary. Hillary loves the Mike stories that I tell. Usually I tell them because I'm venting about something Mike recently messed up. Sometimes I tell them because they're funny and we can share a good laugh. Either way, the point is... Mike's a boy. Mike does the things that boys do, and sometimes that means losing things or otherwise messing things up a bit.
My good friend Hillary is also a wonderful storyteller. My favorite stories are about her brother (who is horrified that she tells them in the first place).
So in the spirit of storytelling, Hillary style... I bring you the Mike stories. Here's part 1:
ok, so i had some postage stamps around here somewhere, and i lost them in the wedding mess that has taken over my apartment.. and Mike asked me for one. i told him they were lost... instead of looking for them he told me he would go and buy more.
so i told him "good, get the wedding heart ones so we can use them for the thank-you cards!"
he said "ok"
...and then he comes home and tells me he got stamps.
i ask "are they wedding hearts?"
he says "no"
i say "oooooohhhh.... [confused pause] what are they then?"
instead of answering, he tells me "you can't get wedding heart stamps at Safeway. where are you supposed to get wedding hearts?"
i told him "the post office, goofball... what did you get? stupid flag stamps?"
he finally tells me he got some with bells on them. ugly bells, too. i told him to keep them to himself.
it's a good thing i found the ones i had lost earlier.
[originally published 7/16/2008]
My good friend Hillary is also a wonderful storyteller. My favorite stories are about her brother (who is horrified that she tells them in the first place).
So in the spirit of storytelling, Hillary style... I bring you the Mike stories. Here's part 1:
. . .
ok, so i had some postage stamps around here somewhere, and i lost them in the wedding mess that has taken over my apartment.. and Mike asked me for one. i told him they were lost... instead of looking for them he told me he would go and buy more.
so i told him "good, get the wedding heart ones so we can use them for the thank-you cards!"
he said "ok"
...and then he comes home and tells me he got stamps.
i ask "are they wedding hearts?"
he says "no"
i say "oooooohhhh.... [confused pause] what are they then?"
instead of answering, he tells me "you can't get wedding heart stamps at Safeway. where are you supposed to get wedding hearts?"
i told him "the post office, goofball... what did you get? stupid flag stamps?"
he finally tells me he got some with bells on them. ugly bells, too. i told him to keep them to himself.
it's a good thing i found the ones i had lost earlier.
[originally published 7/16/2008]
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