Why I Know Styrofoam Was Invented By A Man....

I hate clutter, and I HATE messes.

Please don't get pissy...I'm not saying I hate YOUR mess or clutter...just my own.

Why then, is it, that Calvin decided to pick up his new TV at Sears at 1:00 p.m., knowing he has to leave for work at 3:00 p.m.??

In his mind, this is how this works.

1:00 p.m. pick up TV and TV stand (that Michelle is not sure she even likes) from Sears.

1:15 p.m. Come home, put it all together, have coffee, go to work.

2:30 p.m. Since I'm all done putting together the tv, maybe go on 'The Hockey News' for half and hour....scratch myself...go to work.

THIS is how it really goes.

1:00 p.m. pick up TV and TV stand (that Michelle is not sure she even likes) from Sears.

1:15 p.m. Come home, get in an argument with Michelle in front of Tanya about how she didn't really want this TV stand and she's not sure she likes it...which ends in Calvin telling Michelle TOO DARN BAD, suck it up and taking it out of the box.

1:16 p.m. Complain about how much you hate it when stuff is packed in SO much Styrofoam.

1;17 p.m. proceed to pull all parts of the tv stand out of the box, pulling one to two pounds of styrofoam out all over the floor.

1:20 p.m. Move furniture to make room for new TV and stand, since old TV and stand are still in the living room.

1:30 p.m. Dump the rest of the styrofoam out to look for instructions on how to put TV stand together.

2:00 p.m. TV stand DONE! Looks good...Michelle decides she does like it....rub it in her face that she's totally wrong and I'm so right.

2:01 p.m. Salmon sandwich break....a man gets hungry when putting crap together!

2:10 p.m. Look at TV box..pull all stuff out, put TV together, wipe TV off..admire said TV.

2:15 Get a call from Jeremy saying he can come right now to move the old TV upstairs and pick up the upstairs TV and take it home.

2:17 p.m. Start moving all the tv's around.

2:35 p.m. TV's moved, start trying to set up TV upstairs.

2:45 p.m. Still trying to get remote to work for satellite upstairs.

2:55 p.m. Run downstairs and realize I should leave for work in 10 minutes. Watch Michelle stomp all around about having crap all over her house and how much she hates styrofoam pieces everywhere. Watch Michelle have a mini-tantrum about WHY on God's green earth I have to start a project two hours before I have to leave for work, knowing FULL well she's going to have to clean up after it.

2:56 p.m. Tell Michelle to 'ZIP IT' while I pull out the vacuum and make a grand gesture about vacuuming before I have to leave for work. Argue about vacuuming with her.

3:03 p.m. Give the vacuum to Michelle after she reminds me that I'm going to be late if I don't get changed and ready, then strongly remind her that it's ME who is going to be late, not her so build a bridge and GET OVER IT.

3:05 p.m. Laugh at Michelle stomping around mentioning the styrofoam pieces I've missed.

3:06 p.m. Get dressed for work.

3:08 p.m. put on boots for work while trying to get Michelle to laugh about what a retard she's being.

3:09 p.m. Give Michelle that look that made her fall in love with me.....

3:10 p.m. Leave for work. Almost on time! See? No problem!

EYE Can't Believe It.......

So, faithful readers....here is the latest saga in my 'Eyedrama'.

Last Tuesday I went to see the movie 'The Ugly Truth' (uh, I can not recommend this movie...I blushed WAY too many times), and on the way home, I noticed that when cars were coming towards me the headlights had HUGE halo's around them and a big glare.

I was worried because earlier that day I had noticed that my eyes were sore. Not like in May but sore to touch and of course, b/c I'm SUPER sensitive now about my eyes, I had a kind of pit in my stomach.

So, some days go by, my Dad comes, we're busy with life.

Enter Monday morning.

I woke up this morning and I knew I had to go to the eye doctor. My eyes were really sore, and my vision in my right eye was blurry. Not usually a good sign.

So, I go to the doctor, and he looks into my eyes and says, 'UH OH.'

UMMMMMM.....what???

Apparently, the inflammation in my eyes is back with a vengeance, and this could be due to the weaning me off the steroids too soon....SO...I have to go back onto the steroids and they are going to wean me off slowly....a minimum of 8 weeks. Another 8 weeks. I got sick May 1st.

It's a good thing I'm not a pessimist or I could get really cranky...

It Could Have Been Bad.

I did something Monday you should never do.

I looked into the eyes of a 6 week old golden retriever/golden lab cross.

I'll back up...

We were at my Grandpa's house celebrating his 83rd birthday, when he mentioned that his neighbour had puppies and would the girls like to go look?

Sure...I said! What harm could it be??

We get over there to see 6 of the cutest, round faced puppies you have EVER seen! They were stumbling around being adorable...and I actually said that I wanted one. OUT LOUD. IN front of the kids.

So, we get home, the lady calls us and tells us we can have one in two weeks if we wanted. I told her I'd get back to her. Calvin and I talked about it and decided that we were ready for a puppy. I mean, our dog, Jodie is 11 and we thought we could 'phase' her out while phasing in another dog.

As the day wore on the cuteness of the puppies blurred in my mind, and pictures of waking up in the night with a puppy, having to take a puppy camping (or even get a 'puppy' sitter), and just being tied down (side note...our dog Jodie is SO well trained, we don't have a fenced in yard and she just stays here...she poops in ONE spot, eats anything and if we go camping, is quite happy to stay home and just have my Mom come and feed her). This is going to be the first year that ALL my kids are in full time school, and the reality of a puppy smacked me RIGHT in the face.

At 6 am the next morning (as Calvin was getting up to go fishing), I sat up and told Calvin I couldn't do it. I could NOT get a puppy.

Call me lazy.

Call me selfish.

Call me a puppy-hater.

or..

Call me smart.