February 24, 2006
fan the flames..
i think marriage has this funny way of changin a person, allowin one to become more malleable in those habits and traits that makes one--i guess--unique..
so im a bathroom-fan kinda guy. when im sittin on the pot takin care of business/droppin the kids off at the pool/doin #2/insert preferred euphemism here, i like havin the overhead fan on. im not gonna begin a discussion on its intended purpose, but lemme just say growin up i always had it on. so now, not only do i find it to provide a soothin pleasant ambiance, but it almost a requirement to help further pursue my activities..
on the other hand (of course), esther hates the fan. the whirring, the buzzing, the volume; it all annoys her. i liken it to her quiet time--her "walden", if you will. even when IM in the bathroom and have the fan on, she cant stand it. it doesnt help that her side of the bed is situated next to the outside wall of the bathroom. so whenever i go to prepare/unload/empty myself for the nite, i keep her up..
that is until recently. tryin to uphold my side of "in sickness and in health, in good times and the bad-smelling", i have actually NOT turned on the bathroom fan when duty calls. yep, as much as it strains me to sit there in the peace and not-always-quiet (but quieter than youd think), i do it because thats the funny thing about bein married. doin things i normally would not be caught dead doin (watchin gilmore girls), givin up pieces of wut i thought made me "me" (actually throwin away some magazines and not keepin ALL of em), and tryin new things cuz a bathroom fan is just not as important as a wife--i think..
- i call em deterrants, esther calls em excuses. wutever they may in fact be, they stand in the way of me readin more. i luv the idea of reading cuz theres so much to learn and/or experience out there thats captured in these bound sheets of paper that only cost anywhere from $5 to $15. yet, i dont read even close to enough. why?
the best time for most (i would guess) to read is at nite, as one is settlin into bed. it is for me at least. and while at times, im good at it, there are annual periods which simply beckon for me to pick up the remote and leave that book on the nite-stand:
football season: sun and mon nites are a given. even after the games, sportscenter is a must..
basketball season: mostly nba. i cant help but watch the espn games on wed and fri nites, and stay up til 1:30am on thurs nites for the late frickin west coast game to finish up on tnt..
winter: my hands are like sandpaper and only in the last couple years have i actually put lotion on em (again, another marriage-changin habit). bein the obsessive-compulsive packrat that i am, i cant pick up a book until im 100% sure my lotion-covered hands wont smear the cover or stain the pages of wutever im book i pick up. yes, i know--i need help. thankfully through therapy, ive made some progress and i can now comfortably read my sports illustrated or sporting news w/o care (since i now throw em away--unless theres some article on michael jordan)..
crazy, i know. so those three periods basically go from sept to june, leavin me w/ a good 2-3 months of solid reading. how pathetic am i, a prisoner of my own compulsions..
hmmm, actually in a real prison i wouldnt be able to watch any tv. too bad im not OCD enough to go psycho. or am i?
Posted by chars at 05:01 PM | Comments (1)
February 09, 2006
winter of my discontent..
just as i was about to write how much this winter sucked cuz warm winter weather sucks, it snows here for like four days straight..
naaaaaahhhhhhsssss. i luv it..
anyways, the superbowl was pretty coo. except it sucked. the game itself wasnt all that, but at least it wasnt the runaway game steelers fans thought it would be. sloppy officiating interlaced w/ some big steeler plays made for a decent game..
the highlight of the night (for me anyways) was the macgyver priceless commercial. even w/ the wrinkles and botox, i still luv that man..
the other highlight of that nite is still payin dividends. we had people over and i ended up grillin like 30 burgers and 20 brats/dogs--too bad we only had like 10 people over, two of whom were vegetarians. well, more like too good to be true cuz ive been eating a burger and/or brat every lunch and dinner since. oh, its like heaven for me--please dont let mold take over the meat before its too late!
so duke beat carolina on tuesday. woo hoo, he says sarcastically. i think im the only dukie who doesnt believe in the team--we are so overrated and so gettin bounced before the final four. why cant we ever recruit more than one athletic big man every 3-4 years? oh, thats right--its about "relationships". guess coach k can only have a relationship w/ one big man at a time..
anyways, in an effort to save electricity, gas and money since i work from home now, i lower the temp in our house to like 60 during the day. so i wear like three layers on top, which is news cuz my overheatin body never sports three layers unless im skiing or something. but i cant find my snowpants and cant seem to wear anything but jeans as i work so my legs are like stilts of ice. by 1pm, i can only feel the numbing cold (how can i feel something if its numb?) work its way thru my layers of dry skin and atrophied muscle. this strange behavior only makes me pine for esthers return ever more as i can then turn up the heat to great comfort..
brrrrrrrr..
Posted by chars at 05:59 PM | Comments (0)