Friday, January 14, 2011

Sorry pantry, I have a date tonight.

So with my maladies come many frustrations.  It is becoming increasing difficult to do the simplest of things.  Things you don't regard as normally being painful, like brushing your teeth.  "Wait a minute", I hear you thinking.  "Isn't it your hip and back that is all afoul?"  Yep, and I have learned that I have some pretty amazing "hip action" with my teeth brushing, including the ever popular leaning over the sink as not to drool.  OW! Not for the faint of heart.

So, this morning I was telling my dear husband that I was going to attack our pantry today and clear out the expired items in there and wipe down shelves.  This came to light after I bit down on a cracker last night that literally expired in 2006. As a side note, I highly do NOT recommend that! Totally jacked up the lovely aroma and flavor of the american cheese.  I can hear Martha Stewart throwing up a little in her mouth right now.

Hubby says, "I think that's a bad idea." Perplexed, I looked at him and asked why and he said, well we do have plans tonight.  So, it has come to this.  I have to schedule my chores around  my social life and vice versa.  A trip to the grocery store takes me down for at least a day. I cleaned the bathroom a few weeks ago and was laid up for 3 days.  I am now restricted from lifting a sponge.

Although I feel terrible for my husband who is picking up the slack for me being so broken down and love him ever so much for doing so.  Especially, since I have lost my job, he travels at least 60% of the month - things get pretty, shall we say tricky.

So, I was wondering - anyone wanna do lunch? I'll just take a nap afterwards. The pantry can wait.

Saturday, January 8, 2011

Karma and the Recliner

When I was dating my husband and I went to his "bachelor pad" for the first time. Of course, I was a little nervous because I was going to his apartment for the first time. 
We walked in and I saw a very typical bachelor pad.  You  know, inherited living room furniture, including the orange floral sofa and a flaming orange "barco-lounger" recliner. ACK!! There were some other very nice things, including black lacquer bedroom furniture.  (Insert mood music here)  Bow chica.....
Still, hard to get that recliner out of my head!
Fast forward a few months after we were engaged and moved in together.  Guess what was the first item up for discussion in the "So, what should we get rid of" discussion??
Sorry, I have always hated recliners, they just have that RECLINER look to them.
Every few years, the topic of getting new furniture would come up and again my dear hubby would say, "Recliner?"
"NO!", I would reply ever so sweetly.  For those who know me, you know that is the truth.  For those who don't, please refer to the title of the blog.
Well, Ms. Karma has come to live with us this year and she brought a frickin' recliner.  Not just a regular recliner.  Oh no!  My happy butt has gotten so weak with my broken down hip and back that I can't maintain sitting in a regular chair now.  And I don't have the strength in my hips and back to close a regular recliner.  So not only did we have to get a RECLINER for Ms. Karma, we had to get the Bitch a Dual Power Leather recliner!

Hope you are happy and comfortable, Karma!
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