My (mostly) affectionate moniker for my husband is FB, which stands for Fussy Bastard. Although I stay at home with our son, I don't iron his clothes because is too picky about the creases being "just so." Perhaps it was his stint in the Navy that made him so concerned about his pants, but I think he is just wired this way. He just has very specific ideas about how most everything should be done.
He never makes a sandwich and puts it on a paper towel to eat in front of the TV. He plates each sandwich creation with love on a glass plate, adding tasty garnishes of thinly slices pickles and tortilla chips surrounding a remoulade container of spicy salsa.
Give him 15 minutes and he will whip himself up pasta primavera from scratch. Given an hour to feed just myself I will eat oatmeal. If I am feeling particularly peppy, I will go for PBJ. I'm just not that into food --never mind how it looks. Once again, he likes things "just so."
Two days ago our 3 year old son asked me for juice. I said "Juice box? or regular juice?" and he replied -- and I'm not kidding here -- that he wanted COLD juice... in a cup... with no handles.
And I thought -- OMG. Son of FB is born!!
Friday, October 12, 2007
Tuesday, October 9, 2007
A Star is Born...
Barn stars.
I don't get 'em. I apologize in advance to all of you who actually have these on your houses. I don't wish to offend, but I am baffled by these decorations that have appeared all over the place.
First of all, what do they mean?? I mean, everyone likes a pretty star. I get that. But is it supposed to symbolize something? I did some research and supposedly they trace back to the Amish who put them on their barns for protection. Now that's a nifty little story, but I wonder how many people actually put them on their houses for protection. I think it's more likely that they just think they look pretty, not to mention because everyone else is doing it.
Secondly, since when did we have to worry about decorating the outside of our houses?!? Don't you people know that in the 4 years that we have lived in our current house we have only painted ONE room inside?? We still have carpets to rip up, walls to scrub, color palates to choose, windows to replace. AND THAT IS ONLY INSIDE. We have a lawn to tend, flower beds to weed, and dog poop to clean so that our yard is acceptable. NOW I have to worry about decorating my house ON THE OUTSIDE??? It's too much. I can't handle it.
I wonder if it will stop at barn stars. I mean, the research showed there were a multitude of other symbols - maple leaves, ocean waves, hearts, etc. Why is the star the symbol of choice so far? Will we soon be seeing other shapes making a surge? And where do we draw the line? Would pink flamingos be acceptable on the side of your house? How about ladybugs? They are a symbol of good luck, aren't they?
Barn stars. It just seems like a bad case of peer pressure.
I don't get 'em. I apologize in advance to all of you who actually have these on your houses. I don't wish to offend, but I am baffled by these decorations that have appeared all over the place.
First of all, what do they mean?? I mean, everyone likes a pretty star. I get that. But is it supposed to symbolize something? I did some research and supposedly they trace back to the Amish who put them on their barns for protection. Now that's a nifty little story, but I wonder how many people actually put them on their houses for protection. I think it's more likely that they just think they look pretty, not to mention because everyone else is doing it.
Secondly, since when did we have to worry about decorating the outside of our houses?!? Don't you people know that in the 4 years that we have lived in our current house we have only painted ONE room inside?? We still have carpets to rip up, walls to scrub, color palates to choose, windows to replace. AND THAT IS ONLY INSIDE. We have a lawn to tend, flower beds to weed, and dog poop to clean so that our yard is acceptable. NOW I have to worry about decorating my house ON THE OUTSIDE??? It's too much. I can't handle it.
I wonder if it will stop at barn stars. I mean, the research showed there were a multitude of other symbols - maple leaves, ocean waves, hearts, etc. Why is the star the symbol of choice so far? Will we soon be seeing other shapes making a surge? And where do we draw the line? Would pink flamingos be acceptable on the side of your house? How about ladybugs? They are a symbol of good luck, aren't they?
Barn stars. It just seems like a bad case of peer pressure.
Wednesday, October 3, 2007
All Work and No Play
Do you know anyone who actually looks forward to going to work every day? It's kind of an unnatural state, if you ask me. We're not supposed to be chained to a desk or stuck working certain shifts because we have to.
But without a job, we are desperate. How do we pay the bills? What do we do with our time? How do we define our existence?
We scramble to find a new job, posting our resume on various online employment clearinghouses; networking with friends and associates to get our name out there; circling ads in the newspaper that sound like great "opportunities" for a "real go getter" who can be "part of a team atmosphere" and works well "under deadlines."
We go to the interview in our best outfit, with a freshly printed resume. We explain away our shortcomings and focus on how we are perfect for the position. OF COURSE we understand that sometimes the boss expects the employees to go above and beyond. That is ELEMENTARY. We absolutely believe in staying until the job is done (as long as that is not one minute past the schedule.) Overtime is NOT A PROBLEM (as long as we are appropriately compensated and given at least a week's notice so we can get a sitter...)
We are thrilled. We get the job. We buy new clothes, celebrate with friends, scope out the new commute.
First day of work comes and we get acquainted, meet the "team" and spend the rest of the day updating our profile on Facebook or MySpace and bitch about having to deal with the daily grind, making the boss look good and putting up with other employees who never seem to do their job (hmmm..... maybe they are on Facebook, too....)
Everybody wants a job. But nobody wants to work.
That's just the way it is...
But without a job, we are desperate. How do we pay the bills? What do we do with our time? How do we define our existence?
We scramble to find a new job, posting our resume on various online employment clearinghouses; networking with friends and associates to get our name out there; circling ads in the newspaper that sound like great "opportunities" for a "real go getter" who can be "part of a team atmosphere" and works well "under deadlines."
We go to the interview in our best outfit, with a freshly printed resume. We explain away our shortcomings and focus on how we are perfect for the position. OF COURSE we understand that sometimes the boss expects the employees to go above and beyond. That is ELEMENTARY. We absolutely believe in staying until the job is done (as long as that is not one minute past the schedule.) Overtime is NOT A PROBLEM (as long as we are appropriately compensated and given at least a week's notice so we can get a sitter...)
We are thrilled. We get the job. We buy new clothes, celebrate with friends, scope out the new commute.
First day of work comes and we get acquainted, meet the "team" and spend the rest of the day updating our profile on Facebook or MySpace and bitch about having to deal with the daily grind, making the boss look good and putting up with other employees who never seem to do their job (hmmm..... maybe they are on Facebook, too....)
Everybody wants a job. But nobody wants to work.
That's just the way it is...
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