Friday, April 11, 2014

OCD


This is one example of why my husband and I go together so well.
 
I’m one of those people who store my DVD’s in alphabetical order. It is the by far the easiest way for me to find a DVD. I tried this with my CD’s as well, but the CD organizer I own has individual slots for the CD’s and this became a nuisance each time I purchased a new CD. 

About two weeks ago my husband and I cancelled cable TV service. After about 2 months of research we decided to stream TV shows from different sources on our streaming device (Roku) instead. We live in a 2 story townhouse, and decided that we will only use the streaming device upstairs where we spend most of our time. Downstairs we only have a DVD player. One night I came home from work and meticulously went through our DVD collection and moved about half of the collection downstairs. Sometimes I enjoy listening to TV while cooking, or enjoy watching something while I relax on the couch after I finish my workout. I selected a few comedy DVD’s since these are not full length shows that require my undivided attention. I can simply turn on a comedy routine while I slave away in the kitchen. I selected a few family oriented movies in case we have guest with children. The clean living room down stairs is the best place for children to watch TV. I went through a few other DVD’s and made sure I picked some good quality movies that we can use to entertain guest, but also made sure that I left the DVD’s I watch regularly upstairs. I did my best to equally divide the DVD collection.

Last night as my husband and I cuddled on the couch he casually says “I just want you to know that every time I look at the DVD rack I want to throw something out the window.”

Me- Why is that?

Him- It is driving me crazy that you split up the alphabet.

Me- Do you think I took A-L downstairs and left M-Z up here?

Him- Well, yeah

Me, in a slightly higher pitch (and increasing in pitch with each sentence)- What kind of crazy nonsense is that? I can’t divorce the alphabet. The entire alphabet is downstairs & upstairs.

pause.. return to normal pitch….. No wait, we only have one DVD that begins with Z. So ok, most of the alphabet is downstairs. This was a thoughtful selection process (of which I explained). I wish you would have just checked out the selection.

Him- chuckling the entire time .. Oh good. I’m glad it was a thoughtful selection process. I feel better now.

Me- Yes, I’m glad our OCD was in agreement this time.  ..... chuckling.... See, this is why we’re so good together. No one else would understand this.
 
 

Thursday, March 27, 2014

The Surprise

 Last Thursday morning I decided to surprise my husband with a nice romantic evening. I found the recipe of the first meal I cooked for him. I left him a little note "have a surprise for dinner tonight. see you around 8."

 During the day, I started having cold symptoms. By the end of the day, I had a runny nose and sneezed quite often. I felt miserable, but I was still on a mission. After work I headed to the store to buy the ingredients for my homemade roasted garlic sauce.

I cooked the chicken, pasta, and cheese sauce. I remove the roasted garlic bulbs from the oven, and almost burnt my fingers squeezing the garlic in the cheese sauce. (Yes, I waited about 10 minutes for the garlic to cool). Everything is in the blender for the last step. I pick up the blender cup from the base to pour the sauce over the chicken, and SUDDENLY the bottom of the blender falls to the floor as does the roasted garlic sauce. I gasped pretty loudly. I was so upset.

I took this photo to show my husband his surprise. By the time I saw him that night, I had a full blown cold and just wanted to go to bed. Instead of a romantic evening over a lovely dinner, he ordered Chinese food and I took Nyquil and went to bed. Just another classic hysterical calamity.


Friday, March 14, 2014

the best one of all

We all like receiving gifts. Christmas is the known gift giving holiday. My mom loves to surprise everyone with wonderful gifts. I don't remember most of my gifts from childhood, but one gift made a lasting impression. I remember checking out all of the packages under the Christmas tree, and teased one of kids in my mom's daycare that the biggest box under the tree belonged to me. He immediately replied "the best things come in small packages." Why do I remember this moment from 20 - 25 years ago? My mom gave him a "book of life savers" from the Dollar Tree, and my gift was a globe. Yes, a globe to help me with my school work. As I opened the gift, I remember thinking "he did get the better gift. I'd rather have a book of life savers." 

The humorous gift exchange resumes in adulthood. I love kittens and cats. They are so cute and adorable. At one time in my life, I owned 3 cats. One year for Christmas my mother gave us all pajamas. I watched as my sister opened her package of pajamas, and when I saw the puppy pattern I just knew that my pajamas would be a kitten pattern. Not so much! Mom decided that the three of us should have matching pajamas; we all had the puppy pattern. Now, I don't want to dispute her logic. I can understand the desire to have your kids wear matching clothes. Usually this stops in elementary school. When we are all adults, it's kind of silly. 

One Christmas after I moved into a new apartment, I needed more kitchen utensils and equipment. Mom asked for my Christmas list. I sent her an email telling her I needed help with kitchen supplies and included a list of the few items I already owned. I asked her to get whatever she thought was best because I didn't really know what I needed. Apparently mom just glanced at my note, and for the first time in my adulthood she actually purchased the items on my Christmas list. She bought me everything on the list of items I already owned. A year or two later, I asked for a gift card to Lane Bryant. I wanted more clothes, and really liked that store. This was the funniest "surprise" from mom. I received a gift card to the local grocery store. I could go on and on with humorous tails of my surprises from mom. As the years continued, I stopped giving mom a Christmas list. She has this deep need to surprise us; which trumps the Christmas list that she begs for every year.

In 2013 things were completely different. I had just gotten married. I had a bridal registry at 3 stores. Registries are great. I wish stores made a Christmas registry- HAHA! Mom bought us the one item we wanted more than anything else; a down comforter. I absolutely love down comforters. I purchased one about 10 years ago, and have only used down comforters ever since. Last year I got a new bed to upgrade from a twin to a queen, so my comforter no longer fit the bed. Mom hit the jackpot this Christmas!

So, what is the hysterical calamity you ask...

Yesterday I went to an allergy specialist to determine what is making me so sick. I am allergic to dust mites (one of many allergies). Dust mites are very attracted to feathers. Who can blame them, right? I'm really attracted to down comforters myself. LOL The doctor told me to toss my down comforter.  I'm sitting there thinking "really?? you want me to toss my favorite thing in the house??" So, I offer a solution, "can I just get it cleaned?" As we discussed the various ways I can keep this, I'm laughing internally. The one time my mother gets me an awesome Christmas gift, a doctor wants me to toss it. I don't believe this. 

I'm now looking into way to dry clean this comforter on a regular basis, and possibly using it less frequently. We will probably buy a few other blankets, and each week when we change the sheets we can rotate the blanket so maybe I only use the down comforter once a month. Still working on this plan!

Stubborn One

Tuesday, February 18, 2014

My Valentine's Day

My husband really spoils me. For Valentine's Day, he gave me the Dolphine experience at the National Aquarium in Baltimore.



Wednesday, December 4, 2013

Blonde moment

I got married in September, and like a crazy woman decided to move 6 weeks later. Now that life is starting to settle down, it’s time for me to change my name and address on EVERYTHING. After notifying businesses of our new address, I decided to use our wedding guest list spreadsheet to obtain all of the information we need so we can notify our friends and family.

I found this cute little picture online of fish jumping from one fish bowl into another, and it simply says WE’VE MOVED! I used some left over 8.5 x 5 cards we used for the wedding invitations, and printed up 24 cards to mail to our loved ones. 

I went through the guest list spreadsheet and checked off names as I addressed the cards. Since we just moved, and I haven’t quite found all of our stuff yet, I decided to pass on making return address labels and handwrite our new address on all of the envelopes. This will help me learn my new address, right? (if only!)

My husband grew up with a family of 4 girls. He refers to them as the “sister family.” I know all of their first names, but none of their last names since they are all married. Although I am a great speller, I lose this skill when it comes to names. You can have Shawn, Shaun, or Sean. So, I addressed most of the cards to Mr. & Mrs. “thus and so.”

I have 24 cards and 6 stamps. So I mailed 6, and wandered around my new town looking for more stamps. After I found the post office, I was quite disappointed that this particular office doesn’t have the automatic postal center (like an ATM, but dispenses stamps instead of cash).  I wandered around town a little more, and found a larger post office.  Much to my disappointment, none of the post offices on this side of town have any of the convenient customer friendly stuff I use after business hours. I’ll spare you the profanity I used in my frustration. Two day s later I finally purchase more stamps at a grocery store.

Ah! I can finish mailing my cards. All done!


A few days later I receive a card in the mail addressed to Mr.  & Mrs.  Roberts. I assumed they were the former tenants of my new apartment. Then I realized the mail was my address change notification. I stared at the mail trying to figure out what I did wrong. I stamped it, and included my return address or how else could the post office return it to me. I then realized the return address was the same as the mailing address. I felt so stupid – LOL. This is how well I know my new address. I didn’t recognize it on my own mail. Course, I asked my husband who this couple is and wouldn’t you know it, from the sister family. That’s why I didn’t recognize the name.


I’m trying so hard to be domesticated and all, but I really think this gene skipped me!



Friday, November 29, 2013

Giving Thanks

This year on Thanksgiving Day I attended our church service. I don’t think I have ever been to church on Thanksgiving Day. As I walk into the sanctuary, one of the elders is already giving thanks to God. She mentioned no matter how big or small, we should thank God for all things. “there are times when I’m just driving along the road, not really paying attention, and then I look up or step on the brakes at JUST THE RIGHT TIME! That’s God.”

This story stuck with me. My commute to work recently changed from 10 minutes mainly stuck at red lights, to 30-40 minute commute on the interstate. I am easily distracted. I get lost in thought while glancing at the beautiful sunrise, scrolling through songs on my CD, or spill my drink or drop my food. At times, I tilt the steering wheel ever so slightly but remain in my lane. I thank God when I notice He has protected me from another driver or even my own stupidity. But I know God is always at work and I was reminded that I need to give thanks more often. I pray over commute every morning, and every day I see my Guardian Angels working hard just to keep me & my car safe on the road.

On Thanksgiving Day my husband and I witnessed God’s protection on the road. As we were headed home from lunch, we were on 95N taking an exit ramp to another interstate. This particular exit ramp had two lanes. We were in the left lane headed for another interstate. The right lane was another exit. Just as he tilted the steering wheel left, we saw a van coming towards us in the right lane. It took me a second or two to realize that someone was driving in the wrong direction on the exit ramp. I turned to my husband, who is also stunned, and asked “is he driving the wrong way or are we?” He replied in a higher pitch voice, “He is! Oh my God!” Just having received my friendly reminder this morning, I said “Thank you God for protecting us.” That van missed hitting us head on by 30 – 60 seconds. The driver of the van didn’t realize he was headed the wrong way immediately. There were two vehicles behind us, and miraculously the van didn’t hit those cars either. I raised my hand in the air and said “I speak the word of God over this. Protect that van and the drivers on 95. Prevent any accident.” All I could envision in my mind was that van entering interstate 95 driving in the wrong direction and countless vehicles hitting the van at 65mph. I lifted them up to God, and prayed that nothing horrible happened.


I don’t know what happened with the van. For the few seconds my husband could see the van in the rear view mirror, there was no accident. I checked the news at 5pm, and didn’t see anything. I do know that God’s hand was involved. I’m tremendously grateful for God’s protection yesterday and every day. 

Sunday, November 24, 2013

Comedy

I so enjoy spending time with  my husband. Our marriage is heavily supported by our comedy. My husband is a published novelist. I am very attracted to his extensive vocabulary, and his writing skills. We discuss writing techniques regularly. He has a spectacular way of describing things.

Having said all of that, sometimes his lack of vocabulary catches me off guard and entertains me. Last night we were on our way to a bonfire. While he was pumping gas, he realized just how cold it was outside. His hands were freezing. I suggested we stop at a store real quick for a cheap pair of gloves. As a young adult he worked at CVS, and my prescription insurance is through CVS, so I frequent that store. We now gravitate to CVS for everything. As we walk into to CVS, he asked a clerk if they sold gloves. The clerk did an about face, pointed to the back of the store, started walking in that direction, and asked "Latex?" I replied "winter gloves," while simultaneously my husband replied "my hands are cold gloves." I didn't even hear what my husband said because I was headed to the pharmacy section to pick up my decongestant. Much to my surprise, the pharmacy was closed. WOW, 0 for 2. As I leave the store I jokingly said, "instead of killing 2 birds with one stone, we didn't kill anything." As we continued in our search for gloves we discussed what just transpired at CVS, and this is when I heard his part of the story "my hands are cold gloves."

"My husband ladies and gentlemen, the published novelist," I said while laughing hysterically and pointing to him.  (This is a routine that we have. When we say or do something out of character or completely ridiculous we introduce the other to a non-existent audience). After we enjoyed a good 10 minute comedy routine, he jokingly says "you missed your call in life. You should have written comedy!" To which I genuinely replied "I aint dead yet. Who says I missed it?"

This was one of many comical situations we experienced yesterday. When we arrived at home last night, we agreed that comedy is the secret to a happy marriage (that and separate bathroom sinks).

Laugh hard everyone, especially over the silly stuff in life. Laughter is the best medicine.