More Computer Shit...

Tonight I had a total meltdown. He has gotten into the habit of playing computer games until all hours of the night and stopping off at the computer between courses at dinner. After we finished our soup and salad and I began to cook the meat course, he stole off to the computer for a quick look at a game he was playing. The meat course was only going to take me 5-7 minutes.

Naturally this upset me and so I told him I deserved more respect as I try very hard to produce nice meals for him. From this day forward, if he so much as dared to run off to the computer between courses again. I would cease dinner preparations immediately and leave the kitchen to him.

2nd Best

How do I get my husband away from his computer? I must confess I am online 24/7. I blog, I surf, I e-mail, I read the news BUT I am not glued to my machine. I cook, iron, vacuum, take the dog on walks, make the bed (sometimes), do dishes etc... When he is on his machine, he does not move. Often our weekends start at 2-3 p.m. since he is on his machine all morning long.

I know he has the right to have some free time but when do I have the right to get really mad? Yesterday I went out for 4 hours so he could have some free time. Today, Sunday I was hoping to do something together in the morning/afternoon. The day is slipping away and he always is "in the middle of something" on this machine. Does anyone else think this is unfair.

By Accident

I just found this website and it is so freaky that I can't even imagine it's on the web.

Christmas Cards

This is our first year of marriage and with marriage comes kids and a mini van but also the dreaded family Christmas card. I admit fully that this is my idea entirely but I wanted to send long lost friends and family a little something to let them know we were alive and kicking. I gathered up old photos from the last year, made a nifty collage and plan to get them color copied. On the back of said card, I have a list of the important events that happened to the hubby and to me. Our accomplishments, our failures, our up and our downs. This year was particularly eventful, we moved, we're trying for a child, we both had deaths in the family. Exciting as all this sounds, it is also very stressful. I am hoping that next year is a bit more low key.

My Man Has Hobbit Feet

Just last night my man took off his shoes and asked me if I knew where the nail clippers were. Mind you he does not use regular nail clippers but the ones that look like a cross between pruning shears and surgical forceps. His toenails are thick and very cut resistant. Once a chip flew in my eye and almost blinded me.

Since he is not that flexible, for the past 2 years I have been helping him with this chore. I clip, chip, gouge and file in a vain attempt the make his toenails a bit tidier. With all the running he has been doing he has to keep them short or else they jam up against his running shoes. This causes black toe nails, something that he does not need, it does not go well with the athlete's foot fungus. My poor hubby I love him tons and tons but his poor feet are a real turn-off. I have asked him NEVER to take his shoes off in an enclosed space.

As for me my feet are a bit large 8.5 but perfect in every way.

The ZZZZ's

What man does not snore, what man snores and admits he snores? Thank God we have a spare room. Sometimes the hubby wakes up and asks me if I'm mad at him most of the times I am not; it's the snoring that just keeps me awake. When he's had a few beers or a few glasses of wine I feel like I am camped out next to John Doe Homeless on the street corner and that just kills me.