So.. we're in the midst of planning our first big vacation! Just us two , for a week in Cabo St. Lucas, Mexico.
Now, Kevin is the Ultimate Worrier , especially when it comes to certain things like.... money, kids, money, work, money, family, money, church and traveling. Hince... this post.
For example... on a simple trip home to Maryland... on the crack of dawn return flight, Kevin had us at the airport so early for the 60 minute flight there was literally no one at work yet to check us in. Once we were finally checked in, we were still so early the wouldn't let us thru security. Why? you guessed... the officals weren't at work yet! "Sir, we can't let you in more than an hour before the A.M. flights"
Geez! I told him we didn't have to leave that early!
So... for this vacation we have yet another breaking dawn flight. Now since this is and international flight, I do understand arriving earlier than you would for a domestic flight. But ya boy wants to get there about 2.5 to 3 hours before the flight. Claiming " I rather be early than rushing." Welp... we're already packed, checking in online the day before and both know our way around this airport so I just don't understand the need to sit at the gate for an hour plus?!? What else is there to do in the Airport besides eat and buy stuff you don't need to kill time?
So when we do what he wants to do and leave home at 4:15am, get checked in with bags by 5:15am and are sitting at the gate until our 7:30am flight, don't be surprised by the attitude of my next blog.... imma be ill!
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
Friday, June 10, 2011
Men & Madden
OK so I get we all have our things but the hold the football video game NFL MADDEN has over most men is just utterly senseless.
I have seen my hubby spend hours just setting up his franchise and not even playing the game! Making deals and setting contracts with computer generated players and fussing at the television because the players reject his offers. He's gotten so excited while picking up free agents that even I started throwing out salaries and found myself getting upset when the offer was rejected! Greedy computer! I've seen him use a game function, where it allows him to replay the last play and zoom in on the ball holding player to watch his facial expressions. He'll say "Kirs, Kirs, watch this... watch how he shook em off, then I cut this way and faked him out, whooooooo." I find myself getting sucked into the trance, actually standing there and watching his play-by-play recount with added sound effects. Even calling out the players I knew and getting mad when he beat my favorite team. I had to remind myself 'its a game!' Now don't get me wrong... I too have lost whole days playing the Sims 2 and/or Sorority Life on Facebook, so I understand the simple pleasure of getting lost in the mindless fun. But I have yet to trip this hard.....
I catch him reverting back to doing things I see my little brother do when trapped in the video game trance. Excitedly run around the room, jump up and not sit down again for the next hour or so or dance around in a little circle because it's almost half time and he has to pee,JUST HIT PAUSE WHY DON'T CHA?!?! And oh oh oh, It's never enough to pull up a chair or sit on the floor or sofa to play in front of a 45 inch HDTV... no... the best Madden seat in the house is the coffee table! YES! Pull the coffee table up to about a foot in front of the huge television to play! Geeze! Do you have to be able to see the sweat on the computerized men? I see we'll be at Vision Works soon enough.
But the funniest and by far the one story that proves my theory of the Madden trance is this....
While my best friend and Goddaughter are in town for a visit, we get hungry (something most people do.) I say "Kevin we're hungry, let's go get something to eat", he says "OK, let me finish this game, its the Super bowl." I say, "um... can't you pause it?" He pauses the game and we leave to go eat . Now while we are gone, the conversation never, not even once eludes back to the paused "Super Bowl" game waiting patiently at home. He makes no mention of dying to get back or shows any impatience as we eat, chat and enjoy the time out. We get back to the house and he pulls the car into the garage. Since she didn't want to fuss with the car seat, my bestie followed us in her car and I get out to help her remove the sleeping baby in her back seat. While walking with the child in my arms, I notice the sound of the car running... I turn and say " Krista, turn the car off." She replies by holding up her keys to show me its not her car. I walk closer to the garage to see Kevin's empty car and hear the engine humming. I walk into the house thinking to myself 'maybe he's going back out?' But low and behold, where do I find him? Sitting on the coffee table, less than a foot away, eyes glued to the TV, playing MADDEN!!
So I ask him... "um... are you going back out?" "No." he replies. "Then why is your car still running?" He hits pause and jumps up, "Is it really?" WOW!!!
So it must take a hellava hold over your mind to get out of your car, which is parked in the garage (so I know you can hear it), and leave your car running all because you are so eager to get back in the game. Even when I have to pee so bad it hurts, I always seem to manage to at the very least turn the car off...
I only wish I knew the secret seduction sports and video games had over men. They gamble away their wealth, beat up their bodies and loose their health and apparently leave their cars idling in an open garage all for the love of the game. Maybe this is just something women aren't supposed to understand, like eating cold, days old pizza and wearing dirty socks, but I guess its something every woman everywhere has dealt with, is dealing with or will see at some point in her dealings with men of all ages.
I have seen my hubby spend hours just setting up his franchise and not even playing the game! Making deals and setting contracts with computer generated players and fussing at the television because the players reject his offers. He's gotten so excited while picking up free agents that even I started throwing out salaries and found myself getting upset when the offer was rejected! Greedy computer! I've seen him use a game function, where it allows him to replay the last play and zoom in on the ball holding player to watch his facial expressions. He'll say "Kirs, Kirs, watch this... watch how he shook em off, then I cut this way and faked him out, whooooooo." I find myself getting sucked into the trance, actually standing there and watching his play-by-play recount with added sound effects. Even calling out the players I knew and getting mad when he beat my favorite team. I had to remind myself 'its a game!' Now don't get me wrong... I too have lost whole days playing the Sims 2 and/or Sorority Life on Facebook, so I understand the simple pleasure of getting lost in the mindless fun. But I have yet to trip this hard.....
I catch him reverting back to doing things I see my little brother do when trapped in the video game trance. Excitedly run around the room, jump up and not sit down again for the next hour or so or dance around in a little circle because it's almost half time and he has to pee,JUST HIT PAUSE WHY DON'T CHA?!?! And oh oh oh, It's never enough to pull up a chair or sit on the floor or sofa to play in front of a 45 inch HDTV... no... the best Madden seat in the house is the coffee table! YES! Pull the coffee table up to about a foot in front of the huge television to play! Geeze! Do you have to be able to see the sweat on the computerized men? I see we'll be at Vision Works soon enough.
But the funniest and by far the one story that proves my theory of the Madden trance is this....
While my best friend and Goddaughter are in town for a visit, we get hungry (something most people do.) I say "Kevin we're hungry, let's go get something to eat", he says "OK, let me finish this game, its the Super bowl." I say, "um... can't you pause it?" He pauses the game and we leave to go eat . Now while we are gone, the conversation never, not even once eludes back to the paused "Super Bowl" game waiting patiently at home. He makes no mention of dying to get back or shows any impatience as we eat, chat and enjoy the time out. We get back to the house and he pulls the car into the garage. Since she didn't want to fuss with the car seat, my bestie followed us in her car and I get out to help her remove the sleeping baby in her back seat. While walking with the child in my arms, I notice the sound of the car running... I turn and say " Krista, turn the car off." She replies by holding up her keys to show me its not her car. I walk closer to the garage to see Kevin's empty car and hear the engine humming. I walk into the house thinking to myself 'maybe he's going back out?' But low and behold, where do I find him? Sitting on the coffee table, less than a foot away, eyes glued to the TV, playing MADDEN!!
So I ask him... "um... are you going back out?" "No." he replies. "Then why is your car still running?" He hits pause and jumps up, "Is it really?" WOW!!!
So it must take a hellava hold over your mind to get out of your car, which is parked in the garage (so I know you can hear it), and leave your car running all because you are so eager to get back in the game. Even when I have to pee so bad it hurts, I always seem to manage to at the very least turn the car off...
I only wish I knew the secret seduction sports and video games had over men. They gamble away their wealth, beat up their bodies and loose their health and apparently leave their cars idling in an open garage all for the love of the game. Maybe this is just something women aren't supposed to understand, like eating cold, days old pizza and wearing dirty socks, but I guess its something every woman everywhere has dealt with, is dealing with or will see at some point in her dealings with men of all ages.
Thursday, June 2, 2011
His reaction to the Blog...Butt of the Joke
Well... his reaction to my first post was the typical man reaction... "I'm the butt of the joke, you got people laughin' at me".... but overall he liked it and applauded my want to get back to my writing roots. -So thanks boo.
His reaction motivated me to not only talk about how his little mishaps tick my nerves but to (and it's only fair) air my dirt too. OK... so I don't wash dishes all the time, in a timely manner...but I cook! And yes, there is possibly more of my hair on the bathroom floor than on my head, but I sweep it up. And ok ok ok, I have never cut the grass, mopped the floors or vacuumed pretty much anywhere in the house...but he's so darn good at those things, my efforts would be wasted! ;)
So there it is... the biggest marriage cliche'..."its all about give and take." I pick up the trident wrappers and dirty laundry before he vacuums....and trash the many dropped gum wrappers and sales receipts before he mops. I guess that's fair...
So yes, we both have our things to nit pick about but ha ha ha.... this is MY blog! And like I said before... I love this man... but boy can he urk a nerve in me!
Until the next adventure......
His reaction motivated me to not only talk about how his little mishaps tick my nerves but to (and it's only fair) air my dirt too. OK... so I don't wash dishes all the time, in a timely manner...but I cook! And yes, there is possibly more of my hair on the bathroom floor than on my head, but I sweep it up. And ok ok ok, I have never cut the grass, mopped the floors or vacuumed pretty much anywhere in the house...but he's so darn good at those things, my efforts would be wasted! ;)
So there it is... the biggest marriage cliche'..."its all about give and take." I pick up the trident wrappers and dirty laundry before he vacuums....and trash the many dropped gum wrappers and sales receipts before he mops. I guess that's fair...
So yes, we both have our things to nit pick about but ha ha ha.... this is MY blog! And like I said before... I love this man... but boy can he urk a nerve in me!
Until the next adventure......
The beginning and 8 Months in....
Hi All...
I decided to start this just because I used to keep a diary when I was young and it was very therapeutic. I hope this will be the same, but instead of me finding a dusty composition notebook in two years, I'll have this site and will be able to see and share how I've grown in my marriage.
OK... so my hubby and I met in October 2003. We sniffed around around each other for a while and really hooked up the following year in Feb. Now.., at the time we were total night and day. He was (and still is) a total church boy. No smoking, drinks on occasion, parties only on Friday night and was at church more than the Pastor. All of which makes him and excellent role model and all around great and responsible guy. Got good grades in college, got a good stable job and more... good headed man, right?
Fast track to September 2010.... I married the guy! I mean how can you not love a man so great! Since he follows the Lord, he is loving and caring and giving.. what more could a girl want?......or so I thought....
SO, getting back to the point... here we are 8 months later and I'm starting a blog! LOL... while marriage is a beautiful thing... picking up a weeks worth of underwear outside of the shower from where he took em' off and hopped in, picking up dozens of trident gum wrappers off of EVERY surface in the house, constantly running out of oil sheen (which I didn't know he used), & washing gum off MY clothes because someone never checks their pockets before putting clothes in the hamper (when they make it to the hamper) is not!
Ladies when you pray for a man, be specific! Don't get me wrong, I love him to death... but you also love your puppy and they still poop in your shoes! While all these things are super minor.. any woman would agree they are also super annoying. So as I grow to learn the true roots of this man (things you will never learn just by dating)... I hope to use this spot to share some annoyances, stories with whoever follows and get a few good laughs. Once I show this to him, he might create one about me!
I decided to start this just because I used to keep a diary when I was young and it was very therapeutic. I hope this will be the same, but instead of me finding a dusty composition notebook in two years, I'll have this site and will be able to see and share how I've grown in my marriage.
OK... so my hubby and I met in October 2003. We sniffed around around each other for a while and really hooked up the following year in Feb. Now.., at the time we were total night and day. He was (and still is) a total church boy. No smoking, drinks on occasion, parties only on Friday night and was at church more than the Pastor. All of which makes him and excellent role model and all around great and responsible guy. Got good grades in college, got a good stable job and more... good headed man, right?
Fast track to September 2010.... I married the guy! I mean how can you not love a man so great! Since he follows the Lord, he is loving and caring and giving.. what more could a girl want?......or so I thought....
SO, getting back to the point... here we are 8 months later and I'm starting a blog! LOL... while marriage is a beautiful thing... picking up a weeks worth of underwear outside of the shower from where he took em' off and hopped in, picking up dozens of trident gum wrappers off of EVERY surface in the house, constantly running out of oil sheen (which I didn't know he used), & washing gum off MY clothes because someone never checks their pockets before putting clothes in the hamper (when they make it to the hamper) is not!
Ladies when you pray for a man, be specific! Don't get me wrong, I love him to death... but you also love your puppy and they still poop in your shoes! While all these things are super minor.. any woman would agree they are also super annoying. So as I grow to learn the true roots of this man (things you will never learn just by dating)... I hope to use this spot to share some annoyances, stories with whoever follows and get a few good laughs. Once I show this to him, he might create one about me!
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