This evening I went in to do some laundry. I got the machine going, dumped in a few pieces of dirty laundry, then reached up into the cupboard for the laundry detergent.... and found none. Instead I found two big jugs of liquid fabric softener (which we don't use)...
so I called Mike and asked if he could pick up some laundry detergent on the way home. He says: "why?! we have tons of it!"... um, no we don't. we have tons of liquid fabric softener, mister.
(guess who gets to stay up late to make sure my clothes get into the dryer, so i have something to wear tomorrow?)
Monday, October 10, 2011
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
The Mike Stories, Pt. 33
A conversation from this evening:
Chrissy: I think I might go draw again in the morning.
Mike: You're going jogging in the morning?
Chrissy: ha! If I ever say anything like that, you should question my sanity!
Mike: What did you say then?
Chrissy: that I might go drawing again in the morning!
Mike: jogging sounded like more fun.
Chrissy: no it didn't, and that's not going to happen!
Mike: yeah, you could get like a '70's jogging suit!
Chrissy: that's not going to happen unless it's for Halloween!
Mike: and you should get a headband!
Chrissy: I am not jogging!
Chrissy: I think I might go draw again in the morning.
Mike: You're going jogging in the morning?
Chrissy: ha! If I ever say anything like that, you should question my sanity!
Mike: What did you say then?
Chrissy: that I might go drawing again in the morning!
Mike: jogging sounded like more fun.
Chrissy: no it didn't, and that's not going to happen!
Mike: yeah, you could get like a '70's jogging suit!
Chrissy: that's not going to happen unless it's for Halloween!
Mike: and you should get a headband!
Chrissy: I am not jogging!
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
The Mike Stories, Pt. 32
Mexican Edition: Spanish Mike & the Quest for Tequila
-miércoles-
on Wednesday, we planned to go to the tequila distillery and then the Pacifico brewery. What better than a day of alcoholic beverages on vacation in Mexico, right? We didn't know what to expect, except that relying on Mike's Spanish was likely to take us on a tour of the bars of Mazatlan before landing us at the tequila factory.
so after breakfast, Mike asked our waiter if he knew how we could get to the tequila factory. He appeared to know, and flagged down a taxi for us, and told the taxi driver where we wanted to go. all seemed to be going considerably easier than we could have imagined... then the taxi driver pulled over in front of a building right downtown, right across the street from the beach. Mike and I exchanged a wary glance, we paid the taxi fare, and headed into the building. Turns out Mike's Spanish had gotten us to a liquor store!
Undaunted (and a little humored), Mike asked the lady working at the liquor store about the tequila factory. She gave us a sad little nod and told us that there was no tequila factory in Mazatlan. Confused and disappointed, we decided to head over to the Pacifico brewery. This time the taxi ride was easy, and uneventful. We arrived at the Pacifico brewery without any trouble. Once there, however, we learned that we had to schedule a tour in advance, and that the next time available would be on Friday. So we booked a tour for Friday, and headed back to the beach where we started. We hit up one of our favorite little restaurants for a cerveza. We thought we might as well end the adventure with a beer.
While at the restaurant, I convinced Mike that I was sure I had seen online that you could visit a tequila distillery in Mazatlan, and had him ask our friendly waiter about it. (visiting the friendly waiter was actually why we liked that particular restaurant - he was a really nice guy!)... so Mike asked, and our waiter told us that we could indeed visit Los Osuna, a tequila distillery to the north. I believe it is a bit outside of Mazatlan, which perhaps explains why the liquor store worker didn't think to tell us about it. Our waiter proceeded to tell us that we could go down the street a couple of doors to a travel agency and book a tour. He told us that would be the best/cheapest way to get there. We thanked him, and did exactly that after the our afternoon cerveza.
-jueves-
our tour for the tequila distillery was set for Thursday, however, when Mike woke up that morning he wasn't feeling well. He had eaten something the previous day that gave him stomach trouble. We had both really been looking forward to seeing how tequila is made, and so I didn't want to go without him. I went downstairs to try to phone the tour company to reschedule our tour, but the office wasn't open yet. Our wonderful hotel host offered to continue calling for us, and to reschedule the tour for us so I wouldn't have to spend my morning on the phone. I asked him to try to reschedule it for Saturday for us. It was really very sweet of him. Mike spent the day recovering at the hotel, and I wandered around exploring the old section of Mazatlan, and relaxed by the pool with a good book.
-viernes-
After a late breakfast on Friday, we headed back over to the Pacifico brewery for our tour. Another group was scheduled to take the tour with us, but didn't show up. We ended up taking a private tour of the brewery! The tour was awesome! I've been on brewery tours in the US before, but it was a whole different experience in Mexico. They allow you to get a lot closer to the factory workers (close enough to touch the bottles on the conveyer belts if you really felt like it!). I highly recommend trying to take a brewery tour if you find yourself in Mexico!
-sábado-
After breakfast on Saturday, we headed back over to the travel agency to make sure we were in the right spot to meet our tour guide. The travel agent informed us that our tour had been canceled for that day, and that we could reschedule for Monday if we wanted (except we were scheduled to fly home on Sunday). Totally disappointed, we went to do a little shopping. Then Mike flagged down a taxi driver and asked him if he knew where we could do a zipline canopy tour. He sure did! He told us we could do one out of the city a bit, to the north - AT THE TEQUILA FACTORY! Jose was one crazy driver, but we were happy to hire him for the day. Not only did we finally get to do the tour of the tequila factory, but we also got to do another great zipline canopy tour!
Spanish Mike's quest for tequila really did turn out to be an adventure!
-miércoles-
on Wednesday, we planned to go to the tequila distillery and then the Pacifico brewery. What better than a day of alcoholic beverages on vacation in Mexico, right? We didn't know what to expect, except that relying on Mike's Spanish was likely to take us on a tour of the bars of Mazatlan before landing us at the tequila factory.
so after breakfast, Mike asked our waiter if he knew how we could get to the tequila factory. He appeared to know, and flagged down a taxi for us, and told the taxi driver where we wanted to go. all seemed to be going considerably easier than we could have imagined... then the taxi driver pulled over in front of a building right downtown, right across the street from the beach. Mike and I exchanged a wary glance, we paid the taxi fare, and headed into the building. Turns out Mike's Spanish had gotten us to a liquor store!
Undaunted (and a little humored), Mike asked the lady working at the liquor store about the tequila factory. She gave us a sad little nod and told us that there was no tequila factory in Mazatlan. Confused and disappointed, we decided to head over to the Pacifico brewery. This time the taxi ride was easy, and uneventful. We arrived at the Pacifico brewery without any trouble. Once there, however, we learned that we had to schedule a tour in advance, and that the next time available would be on Friday. So we booked a tour for Friday, and headed back to the beach where we started. We hit up one of our favorite little restaurants for a cerveza. We thought we might as well end the adventure with a beer.
While at the restaurant, I convinced Mike that I was sure I had seen online that you could visit a tequila distillery in Mazatlan, and had him ask our friendly waiter about it. (visiting the friendly waiter was actually why we liked that particular restaurant - he was a really nice guy!)... so Mike asked, and our waiter told us that we could indeed visit Los Osuna, a tequila distillery to the north. I believe it is a bit outside of Mazatlan, which perhaps explains why the liquor store worker didn't think to tell us about it. Our waiter proceeded to tell us that we could go down the street a couple of doors to a travel agency and book a tour. He told us that would be the best/cheapest way to get there. We thanked him, and did exactly that after the our afternoon cerveza.
-jueves-
our tour for the tequila distillery was set for Thursday, however, when Mike woke up that morning he wasn't feeling well. He had eaten something the previous day that gave him stomach trouble. We had both really been looking forward to seeing how tequila is made, and so I didn't want to go without him. I went downstairs to try to phone the tour company to reschedule our tour, but the office wasn't open yet. Our wonderful hotel host offered to continue calling for us, and to reschedule the tour for us so I wouldn't have to spend my morning on the phone. I asked him to try to reschedule it for Saturday for us. It was really very sweet of him. Mike spent the day recovering at the hotel, and I wandered around exploring the old section of Mazatlan, and relaxed by the pool with a good book.
-viernes-
After a late breakfast on Friday, we headed back over to the Pacifico brewery for our tour. Another group was scheduled to take the tour with us, but didn't show up. We ended up taking a private tour of the brewery! The tour was awesome! I've been on brewery tours in the US before, but it was a whole different experience in Mexico. They allow you to get a lot closer to the factory workers (close enough to touch the bottles on the conveyer belts if you really felt like it!). I highly recommend trying to take a brewery tour if you find yourself in Mexico!
-sábado-
After breakfast on Saturday, we headed back over to the travel agency to make sure we were in the right spot to meet our tour guide. The travel agent informed us that our tour had been canceled for that day, and that we could reschedule for Monday if we wanted (except we were scheduled to fly home on Sunday). Totally disappointed, we went to do a little shopping. Then Mike flagged down a taxi driver and asked him if he knew where we could do a zipline canopy tour. He sure did! He told us we could do one out of the city a bit, to the north - AT THE TEQUILA FACTORY! Jose was one crazy driver, but we were happy to hire him for the day. Not only did we finally get to do the tour of the tequila factory, but we also got to do another great zipline canopy tour!
Spanish Mike's quest for tequila really did turn out to be an adventure!
Tuesday, July 26, 2011
The Mike Stories, Pt. 31
The following is an example of a recurring conversation that happens a lot at our house. (substitute the olives in this case for just about anything you can imagine that I might be using)
Mike (taking one of my olives): "See? I'm sharing!"
Chrissy: "Sharing doesn't mean what you think it means."
Mike: "Yes it does. I'm a good sharer!"
Chrissy: "you're thinking of 'taking'"
Mike: "no, I'm sharing"
Chrissy: "no, you're stealing"
Mike: "but I'm a good sharer"
Chrissy: "no, you're a thief"
Mike: "but I'm sharing"
Chrissy: "that's not sharing."
Mike: "no... it's sharing"
Mike (taking one of my olives): "See? I'm sharing!"
Chrissy: "Sharing doesn't mean what you think it means."
Mike: "Yes it does. I'm a good sharer!"
Chrissy: "you're thinking of 'taking'"
Mike: "no, I'm sharing"
Chrissy: "no, you're stealing"
Mike: "but I'm a good sharer"
Chrissy: "no, you're a thief"
Mike: "but I'm sharing"
Chrissy: "that's not sharing."
Mike: "no... it's sharing"
Thursday, July 21, 2011
The Mike Stories, Pt. 30
Last night I came into the bedroom, ready for bed... and found the bed completely missing sheets, blankets, and pillows. I asked Mike if he was changing the sheets, and he comes wandering out of the bathroom saying "maybe - you don't know!" After reminding him that's why I was asking (duh), he muttered something about going to get sheets, and left the room. He returned 5 minutes later with a package of new socks, stuck them on the dresser, and started wandering around the room.
At that point, I told him "Hey! those aren't sheets!"
he said "oh yeah" and left the room again. Then he came back with sheets from the dryer that weren't actually dry yet, and tried to put those on the bed. After telling he I wanted DRY sheets, he left the room again, and finally came back with an acceptable set of sheets. Third time's the charm, I guess!
At that point, I told him "Hey! those aren't sheets!"
he said "oh yeah" and left the room again. Then he came back with sheets from the dryer that weren't actually dry yet, and tried to put those on the bed. After telling he I wanted DRY sheets, he left the room again, and finally came back with an acceptable set of sheets. Third time's the charm, I guess!
The Mike Stories, Pt. 29
We have been taking our dog, Morpheus, to nosework classes for several months now. He's learning how to use his nose to find various things. He started out finding freeze-dried liver dog treats, and he's worked his way up to finding q-tips scented with birch and anise. He's gotten really good at it, and in class he's working on finding two scents during the same search.
So with that in mind, yesterday Mike was looking for his keys (which happens often - he hasn't settled on a single place in the house where they "belong" so they end up wherever he happens to set them down. sometimes that means they get stuck way down in the couch cushions or worse). During yesterday's key hunt, Mike told me that we should teach Morpheus how to find our keys. That sounded like a great idea to me - since Mike sometimes also hides my keys. I told him we should use a different scent for our keys than we use for nosework class - and in fact that we should probably use a scent we're unlikely to use in nosework class to avoid confusion. Potentially even a different scent for my keys than for Mike's keys, and different search words so he knows what he's after when we tell him to find them.
Next Mike got technical about the whole thing. He started talking about how we would have to go get a pouch to hold the scent, so I told him it shouldn't be hard to just sew one. (honestly I was surprised he didn't jump straight to making it himself. He wants to make everything himself lately, from curtains to back-yard furniture, to clothing and dog toys). Once he realized that a small pouch for his key chain was totally feasible to make, he got really excited and started talking about scents. First he wanted to use a different scented oil, and I reminded him that he'd have to be careful about 2 things: it shouldn't be a scent that we might use in class, and it shouldn't be a scent that would be commonly found around our house. After suggesting oregano (and getting shot down since that's definitely common in our kitchen), he got all excited and suggested patchouli. At this point he told me that we need to take Morpheus to a hippie store so we can get cones of patchouli incense to attach to our keys. he swears that if we just use the whole cone, our keys will smell like patchouli forever.
(can't you just see our giant hippie dog running around the house searching for our patchouli scented keys the next time Mike loses them?!)
So with that in mind, yesterday Mike was looking for his keys (which happens often - he hasn't settled on a single place in the house where they "belong" so they end up wherever he happens to set them down. sometimes that means they get stuck way down in the couch cushions or worse). During yesterday's key hunt, Mike told me that we should teach Morpheus how to find our keys. That sounded like a great idea to me - since Mike sometimes also hides my keys. I told him we should use a different scent for our keys than we use for nosework class - and in fact that we should probably use a scent we're unlikely to use in nosework class to avoid confusion. Potentially even a different scent for my keys than for Mike's keys, and different search words so he knows what he's after when we tell him to find them.
Next Mike got technical about the whole thing. He started talking about how we would have to go get a pouch to hold the scent, so I told him it shouldn't be hard to just sew one. (honestly I was surprised he didn't jump straight to making it himself. He wants to make everything himself lately, from curtains to back-yard furniture, to clothing and dog toys). Once he realized that a small pouch for his key chain was totally feasible to make, he got really excited and started talking about scents. First he wanted to use a different scented oil, and I reminded him that he'd have to be careful about 2 things: it shouldn't be a scent that we might use in class, and it shouldn't be a scent that would be commonly found around our house. After suggesting oregano (and getting shot down since that's definitely common in our kitchen), he got all excited and suggested patchouli. At this point he told me that we need to take Morpheus to a hippie store so we can get cones of patchouli incense to attach to our keys. he swears that if we just use the whole cone, our keys will smell like patchouli forever.
(can't you just see our giant hippie dog running around the house searching for our patchouli scented keys the next time Mike loses them?!)
Saturday, April 23, 2011
The Mike Stories, Pt. 28
I'm not Catholic, but I like pretending I am, and so I gave up sweets this year for lent (which has worked out great - it's been a great excuse for when I DON'T really want to accept someone's nice gift of donuts and cupcakes at work)... but I have definitely missed Easter candy this year. Easter candy is fantastic! And so - tomorrow is Easter, which marks the end of lent, which of course means I can have Easter candy tomorrow!... in the spirit of lent and Easter, I just had the following conversation with Mike...
Chrissy: would it be wrong to bust out a bag of jelly beans at Mass tomorrow?
Mike: well yeah, you can't do that because you're supposed to fast until you have communion.
Chrissy: but I'm not Catholic, so I can't have communion...
Mike: I don't know how that works, but I'm sure it's the same. and anyway, you would still have to wait until you got outside after Mass. it's not like you can have communion and then pop in a piece of gum.
Chrissy: why not??!
Mike: well for one thing you just committed an act of cannibalism because Catholics believe you're really eating the body of Jesus.
Chrissy: in that case, what if you're just trying to get the taste of human flesh out of your mouth?
Mike: I'm sure fresh breath spray would be ok!
Chrissy: would it be wrong to bust out a bag of jelly beans at Mass tomorrow?
Mike: well yeah, you can't do that because you're supposed to fast until you have communion.
Chrissy: but I'm not Catholic, so I can't have communion...
Mike: I don't know how that works, but I'm sure it's the same. and anyway, you would still have to wait until you got outside after Mass. it's not like you can have communion and then pop in a piece of gum.
Chrissy: why not??!
Mike: well for one thing you just committed an act of cannibalism because Catholics believe you're really eating the body of Jesus.
Chrissy: in that case, what if you're just trying to get the taste of human flesh out of your mouth?
Mike: I'm sure fresh breath spray would be ok!
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