At a time

The NaBloPoMo post that I missed on Friday- what’s the stupidest thing you and your partner ever fought over?

My husband and I have a pretty good marriage -it’s not always easy but it’s also not rocket science. And I must admit, key to our relationship is my husband’s easy going nature. He’s pretty laid back about most things, while I tend to be highly type triple A personality. Which means I get indignant about stupid stuff on a fairly regular basis.

The most recent was about laundry. The boy has been growing so much that I don’t even risk putting his stuff in the dryer anymore. One of his flannel shirts was accidently thrown in and shrunk -not beyond repair, mind you, as thanks to the wonder that is YouTube I found a tutorial using hair conditioner that managed to stretch it back out. Needless to say I wasn’t about to do that again.

Now I will take the boy’s stuff and lay it to dry while putting others’ in the dryer. 

On Sunday, my husband, thinking that he was helping me, noticed that the washer cycle was done and yelled to me that he would put the load in the dryer. I yelled back that since it was a combined load to make sure he took the boy’s T shirts out or they’d shrink. He said sure -and that was it.

Until I went to get the laundry from the dryer later  and pulled out all my son’s white T’s. You guessed it-so I called hubby on it and he said “oh, I checked but they all looked like G’s shirts, so I didn’t take anything out.”

OK so he looked and thought the T shirts for my 11 year old daughter would fit my 16 year old son who is pushing 6 ft 2? 

Let the real yelling begin…this time though, he pushed back and screamed back that it was enough -after I griped a few times about really looking, and why would I bother to tell him to take stuff out unless I knew there was stuff to take out? Get my logic? Another one of those “it would’ve been better that he didn’t help, thanks but no thanks yadda yadda moments.

Stupidest argument ever. But he conceded that if the boy noticed that stuff shrank, just to blame his dad.

Uh, no shit.

“Mommy, some of the girls at school wear shoes like yours.”

“These shoes? These Stan Smiths?”

“Yeah, those.”

“I must be cool then.”

“Yeah, you’re pretty cool”

At one point in my blogging evolution I thought I might try a hand at being a fashion blogger. If this attempt is any indication, I have some work to do.

One of the best things in 2009 was the Blogher conference in Chicago that I was fortunate enough to attend.  I became the  most extroverted of introverts and was able to finally meet some of the fantastic writers beyond the screen, people who I’d never met IRL but felt like I had known forever.

Amongst a sea of women there were a few special guys that I finally got to be in the same room with, and one was Adam, a hilarious no holds barred comedian/lawyer (yeah he’s pretty smart for a smart ass. ) Through the magic of Facebook I have managed to stay in touch/ be nosy about…and occasionally pick up something fun to write.

So courtesy of Adam who gave me the year 1996, let’s see where life has brought me:

The year was 1996:

Age: 31

Age now: 51

Relationship: married
Now: still married, same guy (I know we’ve been together a looooooooong time)

Living in: A small 900 square foot detached baby blue !!  house in Bloor West village, Toronto. Galley kitchen,lane parking , hell in the winter, we were always stepping over each other but it was ours.
Now: The burbs half an hour north of T. Dot, the Six. I know, burbs-never say never people.

Pets: zero point zero

Now: Dog Cody-cutest Shih Tzu on the block but an absolute shit when he goes Pesci on some people during our walks. Adopted him 4 years ago-no regrets.

Was I happy:  Generally, still in honeymoon stage before we embarked on our fertility journey…

Now: Yes, I’m in a good place with my family and life in general.

Kids: zero point zero

Now: Liam is 16, Giselle is almost 12.

Job:  Project manager in scientific affairs in Pharma 

Now: Mom/consultant in Pharma-biotech/on hiatus-ish

Car: Honda Accord 

Now: Infinity JX35 (also never say never about minivans cuz I’ve done that too)

Tattoos: temporary henna when I thought I was funky
Now: nope, thought about it and now it would just sag so what’s the point?

Comment on this and I’ll give you a year. 🙂

Relying on another Blogher NaBloPoMo prompt-which TV series finale are you upset about and why?

For me in recent years, it had to be Parenthood. 

(Image from NBC.com)

I was so addicted to that show, so tied to those characters every week. And although it was not unexpected and very much foreshadowed throughout the last couple seasons, the patriarch’s death was still hard to take.  There was such finality to it  and they also then quickly wrapped up several storylines, it happened in super short order – it was almost too trite.  

Still, it was a great program that I feel never really got its due, despite all the great acting and plot line . It seemed family life was not so sexy or attention grabbing at the time.

This is why I am really glad that one of the best hits in the new season, This Is Us, is doing so well.  Family values, focusing on non-traditional families with real world problems.  Interesting that both are NBC shows-we need to thank whoever is in charge of programming.

In today’s world it’s a fantastic thing.

Coffee, facebooking (a noun?), contemplating a workout, planning a UFC viewing get together, and a closeup shot of my dog, who is a bit stinky and in desperate need of a groom.

Because he is so cute.
That is all.