Tuesday, March 30, 2010

a happy birthday list...

Today's D's 31st birthday.

And I thought I would give him a break and not exploit his sometimes simple-mindedness for all of the blog-world to see.

And instead wish him a happy birthday by listing the things that make me love this idiot so much.

1) I'm obsessed with magnets.  LOVE them.  And I put them all over my fridge.  I have one in particular that I've had for a while, it's a lion who has magnets in all four feet so when he's on the fridge, he's kind of spread out.  He's also a little stuffed animal, so he apparently looks a bit like a cat toy.  Tatumbell thinks so anyway.  He'll jump up and grab this lion, just to pull him to the bottom of the fridge, drop him on the floor and then walk away.  He does this EVERY DAMN DAY.  I find my poor little lion magnet on the kitchen floor, halfway under the fridge.  David must have found it the other day in this same condition cause I heard him say, "That lion talking shit to you again, buddy?"


2) The kitchen sink faucet is loose.  It's the biggest slut on the block, for sure, and I have to be extremely careful not to knock it off and cause a big ol' mess thanks to it's promiscuity.  David recently got underneath the sink to tighten it, it worked, and because he is not the handiest husband in the world, was extremely proud of himself.  He kept saying, "Run up on me, Bob Villa!"

3) I know I have mentioned this before, but it is kind of a big deal...he wears orange on OSU game days. 

4) When he finds a funny video online and wants to share it with me, he'll preface it with "Okay, you'll actually think this is funny too, not just have to humor me" if he thinks I'll really like it.

5) When I returned from Virginia and wanted to catch up on all the shows backed up on my dvr, he suffered through two episodes of "Ugly Betty", one "Private Practice" and one "Grey's Anatomy" before I realized I may be forcing him to grow a vagina.


So happy birthday to the funniest, most accommodating, well-adjusted, confident, book-smart idiot on the planet.

Friday, March 26, 2010

A Thunder-ous Birthday


D's birthday is coming up next week, and I have had his present since January...I am no good at keeping secrets, and I had this big reveal planned, but I couldn't wait any longer, so I finally just told him the other night.

(I was slightly worried that I would not be able to top last year's birthday surprise, but I think I did okay...)

I got Thunder/Lakers tickets for tonight!  We have yet to go to a game, so I'm ridiculously excited! (with the Cowboys out of the tournament already, and the Sooners never having the chance to continue playing past their season, we need this basketball game...) I enjoyed the Hornets while they were in OKC, so this should be great as well.

 I also got him a brand new Thunder t-shirt to wear to the game :)

And because I know we will enjoy some (many) cold adult beverages, I went ahead and booked a room at the Courtyard in Bricktown to avoid having to stay sober...it's almost like an early birthday (or weekend) present to myself!

Sunday, March 21, 2010

Wanted: One Husband Whom Knows How To Clean

Recently, I went to Oklahoma City for the weekend, and after leaving my husband alone for the entire weekend, I returned home to find the house not at all in the shape I had left it. Pizza crumbs on the counter, cat puke on the couch, and dirty laundry piled on the floor next to the laundry basket...yes. Next to the laundry basket, not in it. Still haven't figured that one out, I guess.

So before I left for my week long trip to Virginia, I asked my cleaning-deficient husband to please pick up after himself while I was away. I did not want to have to spend the last day of my vacation cleaning the house.

While I was gone, he texted me "where do you keep the stuff to the mop the floors?"

I was thrilled with this comment. I thought, "oh my goodness! He's cleaning the floors?? That's great!"

Apparently though, he just wanted to know where it was. Not use it.

I just spent the last two hours cleaning my house, mainly the floors, because they had not been swept/mopped since the last time I had done it.

When I asked him about this, and why he had wanted to know where the floor cleaning stuff was located (and really? doesn't everyone keep their cleaning supplies under the sink? Is this a sign that he has not a paid attention AT ALL to my obsessive cleaning habits?), he responded, "Oh, I was going to do it before you got home. But I couldn't figure out the mop."

Sigh...so much to teach him, I guess...

Tuesday, March 2, 2010

While the cat's away...

the mice will play.

Or at least eat terribly.

I'm off to Virginia for a week, and I'm pretty sure my husband is already looking forward to the junk food will live on while I'm gone.

Just a quick rundown of his favorites and what he will most likely gorge himself on:







Along with occasional runs to Mazzio's, Papa John's, Pizza Hut, and Little Caesar's...yes, he likes pizza that much...I'm worried about what I will come home to.

So if you're in the Stillwater area, and are feeling dietician-like, feel free to stop by my house and rid it of the junk he will store in the kitchen.