Friday, March 28th, 2008
(insert profanities to express my anguish here, please.)
Brilliant things happened today (which I’ll write about later, most likely) but all I can think about are these stupid little, insignificant things that really don’t top the other happenings, but somehow seem to overwhelm them still. They are as follows:
—- I loathe the way birth control pills are so incredibly small & agile. While you are in the process of taking the damned little pill out of its package, you somehow manage to drop it, because the dispenser is just SO easy to use (ugh), & then the pills bounce. I mean they literally bounce like little BBs, risking the chance that my dog Sofie will eat it. & regardless of what drops on the floor — rocks, leaves, coffee rinds, goo, paper, lead, tacks — she will put it in her mouth. Because, to her, nothing else matters when she hears that something, anything, has dropped onto the floor. If she hears it, she will eat it. So while I am trying to watch the pill as it bouncing obnoxiously all over the hardwood floor, I am also trying to watch Sofie to make sure that her top notch doggy senses don’t win over my clumsy human ones. Much like my mother had to do for me, I will most likely have to keep the Puppy Poison Control on speed dial (I was a mischievous little booger when I was a toddler & managed to eat anything I could get my hands on, vaseline, starch, toothpaste; even poo). Not that I don’t like that the pills are small; small pills are perfect for a fearful pill swallower like myself. But must they be so eager to bounce? I’m not the only one who has complained; my sister has lost a few, I believe, to this unnecessary characteristic of BC. &… whatever happened to MEN taking birth control? I heard about that somewhere. Whoever is giving this a go, they need to hurry faster!
—-There has been miscommunication between Lover & I up the wazoo all day long. He’s been busy & I’ve been bored stiff, so naturally there is bound to be some misunderstandings along the way. I am mostly upset about dinner. He worked late tonight (still isn’t home & it’s nearing 8 o’clock) so I asked him the age old question earlier in the day — what shall we have for dinner? I have never asked such a redundant & unanswerable question so much in my life! We’ve even gotten into quarrels over this. So naturally, his answer, as always, is “I don’t know.” Of course he doesn’t! He never does. Sigh. So, later he texts me to say that he is on his way home. Again, I ask him the rhetorical question & he suggests we go out. I don’t want to, for I am not fit to go out after a whole day of lounging in underwear & bed-head. I decline & somewhere along the lines I ended up getting frustrated by making a sarcastic remark about how I’ll just eat a peanut butter sandwich (yick). He hangs up… & I decide that I’m going to stop being such a pain & cook him a nice dinner. So I begin. I made a salad (another thing causing me frustration is that the life span of vegetables in this house is literally 24 hours. Somehow, they manage to turn to mush after just a few days of buying them. So, regretfully, the salad had just a few slivers of tomato & red bell pepper. Everything else was dead.) I stir-fried some potatoes with onions (thank you, Trader Joes!) & I made these wonderful bread sticks in the oven. The dinner looked lover & smelled tasty. By 7 o’clock, I was beginning to wonder where my husband was; it was over an hour since I last talked to him & it doesn’t take him that long to come home. Where could he be? Oh… he was just around town, picking up dinner. (!!!) So here I was, slaving in the kitchen, a hot mess, for no… reason. Okay, there was a reason. I was able to enjoy the super-deliciousness of my meal all alone, while composing this entry. But still. I probably would have made a peanut butter sandwich if I had known he was going to pick up dinner. I’m an advocate for saving money; especially now that I am Mrs. Unemployed. Sigh.
For some reason, Lover & I have been having these “Oops! I misunderstood!” moments quite often. A lot of it has to do with the fact that Jonathan is so laid back & doesn’t give much detail in his descriptions about life & I am the opposite; if something happened to me, or if something is happening to me, I describe every color, every emotion, every smell there is. In return, I expect him to act the same, seeing that this is the most logical way to communicate. I mean, you don’t ask someone what kind of birthday present they want just to hear the answer “I don’t know.”
Now I am so frazzled & annoyed that I don’t even know what I’m talking about anymore. I had a few more things to add to this maddening list but I’ve forgot them in the attempts to describe in full detail about the other shitty things that happened. (I suppose this is why Jonathan chooses not to go into graphic detail, because you tend to forget when you’re investing all of your efforts into one thing. I get it now.) & Lover is finally home & brought ME dinner, too. But of course I’m not hungry. I just stuffed my face with carbs.
I am irritated. & ridiculous.
on Friday, March 28th, 2008 at 3:24 pm:
Oh My Deity! My gf and I have the same issue. I hate making, what I think are, insignificant decisions like what’s for dinner and I always end up saying something like “I dunno” or “I dont care… anything” It drives her crazy too. I guess there’s something about having a penis that makes us not want to waste any brain energy we have left on such decisions, so we expect the smarter sex (you gals), to just relieve us of such burdens so we could use our brain power for more productive stuff like hogging the remote control and channel surfing
on Friday, March 28th, 2008 at 5:55 pm:
I hate to say it, but the “what do you want to eat” argument has been the source of so many fights in my life, it is inevitable. My roommate and I are planning the wheel of destiny that will decide for us. I’ll post plans when we get it done!
on Friday, March 28th, 2008 at 9:39 pm:
You know, I’ve always tried to figure out why those damn pills are so bouncy. It is rather annoying & I totally agree with your anger toward them.
But they are ever so important, no?
I miss you darling! :0)
on Saturday, March 29th, 2008 at 5:49 am:
WoW! First off I love the design of your page… so beautiful! And secondly this entry sounds exactly like something I would write. I guess we (as the smarter sex, thanks Aaron) just need to take charge in that area. I do… I peruse the Food Network site all day at work and somehow land on a recipe to excites my tastebuds and tummy. If the boys at home don’t like it.. so be it… they can cook next time :-)
on Monday, March 31st, 2008 at 6:24 am:
Birth control pills for men are suposed to come in four years. :]
:/
on Friday, November 7th, 2008 at 3:04 pm:
[...] Tomorrow is the 2 year anniversary of me & Lover’s first date. I don’t know what to say, really. I am just awe-struck that it has been 2 years; it feels much, much longer. I’m proud that we’ve come this far, through heartbreaking obstacles & silly little fights. [...]