For the first three years of our marriage I worked full time, one of those years I even worked a second job. Then for the next seventeen years I stayed home, to raise the girls, to be the perfect step-ford wife. I loved those years! As the college years for the girls were creeping forward going back to work seemed like the necessary thing to do. So I got a part time job. Then the natural evolution was to progress to full-time. This is were we are at, today at least...
Stretched out in his "command central" recliner chair
King Ralph: I need clean underwear.
Keeper: So do I.
KR: I need my new pants ironed, they're all balled up in that bag.
Keeper: I need my shirt ironed.
15 minutes later as King Ralph mulls around in the kitchen
KR: Hey, why don't you make us tuna salad for lunch.
Keeper: I'll do that after I secure you clean undies and a pressed pants. (said in a sassy tone)
Okay so here is the point where I lost a gasket. Seriously why do men think they are helpless? If women find they have no more fresh panties in their drawer they do their own laundry. Men. Not a chance. I think they would do a repeat wear of crap stained undies before they attempted to work the washer. Iron? What's an iron? Lunch? Starving is certainly an option.
Then King Ralph says, how 'bout if I throw a needed hair cut in while I am at it.
Eeeeerrrrr!
I think it's time to teach the old dog a few new tricks.
Sunday, January 22, 2012
Monday, January 16, 2012
Random Chatter
This isn't going to be one of those posts where there is not a purpose to the message, a story so to tell. This is going to be one of those posts where I just chatter like I do when I am with my girlfriends at a happy hour.
Last week we attended our 93 year old neighbors funeral. He was a WWII vet who fought in the Battle of the Bulge. The veterans organization had a short ceremony to honor his service. It was very touching. I certainly hope someday this country honors more recent veterans with same degree of respect and gratitude.
When we finally made our way to the casket to offer our condolences to his bride of 70 years, she looked at Princess A & M and told them that Karl enjoyed watching and waiting for them all to return everyday from school and work. It gave him purpose in his day to stand at the screen door on weekdays at 3pm to make sure the girls made it home safely and without harm. She said if one of the girls didn't make it back at their usual time he went looking for her to share his concern. Funny thing is we never knew this, just thought he enjoyed being a "Mr. Kravitz", when all the while he just watching over our girls. We'll miss our neighbor sitting on the porch with his oxygen tank waiting and watching for our girls, chatting with them about Germany and where they go to college and when they'll graduate. The open door, it will die slowly as everyday since he was buried the front door is opened to the screen door as if he is still there, watching. Who knew when I waved to him a week ago today standing there that it would be the last time.
Yesterday I opened the back door to let Uli out in the yard, the smell of the cold crisp winter air smelt so delicious. Is it funny how winter air smells so good yet we can't wait for winter pass? Today the cold air broke and spring temperatures loom...only to beckon an inch of snow fall tomorrow. Mother Nature has to be smoking crack these days.
Princess A has taken to making gourmet cupcakes. I will attest they are double yum!
Tonight she has a new recipe she is creating. Hold tight I will tempt your taste buds with more tantalizing pictures.
Tomorrow that blasted alarm clock is going to buzz at 540am and I will regretfully awake to it and drag myself out in the world for a paycheck. How I do so a three-day weekend!
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When we finally made our way to the casket to offer our condolences to his bride of 70 years, she looked at Princess A & M and told them that Karl enjoyed watching and waiting for them all to return everyday from school and work. It gave him purpose in his day to stand at the screen door on weekdays at 3pm to make sure the girls made it home safely and without harm. She said if one of the girls didn't make it back at their usual time he went looking for her to share his concern. Funny thing is we never knew this, just thought he enjoyed being a "Mr. Kravitz", when all the while he just watching over our girls. We'll miss our neighbor sitting on the porch with his oxygen tank waiting and watching for our girls, chatting with them about Germany and where they go to college and when they'll graduate. The open door, it will die slowly as everyday since he was buried the front door is opened to the screen door as if he is still there, watching. Who knew when I waved to him a week ago today standing there that it would be the last time.
Yesterday I opened the back door to let Uli out in the yard, the smell of the cold crisp winter air smelt so delicious. Is it funny how winter air smells so good yet we can't wait for winter pass? Today the cold air broke and spring temperatures loom...only to beckon an inch of snow fall tomorrow. Mother Nature has to be smoking crack these days.
Princess A has taken to making gourmet cupcakes. I will attest they are double yum!
Tomorrow that blasted alarm clock is going to buzz at 540am and I will regretfully awake to it and drag myself out in the world for a paycheck. How I do so a three-day weekend!
Monday, January 02, 2012
REALITY BITES
It has happened every year for the last five years since I returned to the working world--reality bites. As much as I love working, falling back in the habits of stay-at-home are so easy when given two weeks off the job. And then I fall back in love with wearing sweats and no make-up...when I go out in the world hiding under my St. Louis Cardinal ball cap...scouring the internet for new recipes, and then actually creating them. It is fun to stay up late watching old movies, rising early and then taking a nap mid-day--because I can. It was fun hanging with friends and mixing up cocktails when finally everyone's schedules mesh. It is fun to meet up with girlfriends on a weekday for a lunch date that lasts for hours.
But. Reality Bites.
When my holiday vacation began it was unseasonably warm. Today's bitter bite of winter will welcome me into the second semester of school before the sun has a chance to rise. I am so not ready for chattering teeth and biting wind chill.
But. Like I said--reality bites. Yep, I just set my alarm for 530am. Hi-ho-hi-ho it's back to work I go.
To that I say--Good Night.
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