That's what I hired YOU for!

As my man, Angry has a list of duties that are his and his alone.

ü    He is in charge of filling my car with gas.  Men love cars.  Cars need gas.  MY car needs gas.

ü    He is in charge of lawn care.  When I was in college, the city I lived in allowed you to work for them for two summers.  I was in the “Lawn and Garden” Department one of my years.  I mowed grass (using both riding and push mowers) five days a week, eight hours a day for three months.  That was enough grass cutting for my lifetime.  I will never, ever cut grass again as long as I live.  If Angry quits, I will just live with that ensuing jungle.

ü    He is in charge of snow removal.  I hate cold and snow (and exercise in general).  That’s all he (and you) needs to know.

ü    He is in charge of making lunches.  I cook dinner.  I do all the dishes that can’t go into the dishwasher (a job that I hate despise).  His comparable job is to make our “brown bag” lunches for work.  I think he got the easier job (and, I want a raise!).

ü    He is in charge of taking the garbage out.  This is a man’s job.  Women should not have to deal with disgusting bags of garbage.  My rules only, but he has to follow them (so says me).

ü    He is in charge of carrying any heavy bags.  This means grocery bags as well as shopping bags at the mall.  I drag him with me to the mall just so he can handle the bags of shoes I accumulate.  Men are strong; they should carry the heavy stuff even if it’s my shoes.

ü    He is in charge of matching his own socks.  I do all the laundry.  I fold everything.  He can putz with putting together all the totally similar white socks that he wears.  Problem is, he tends to keep the ones with holes in them.  I need to re-train him to throw those away!

I married hired him almost 21 years ago.  This information is all on that license contract he signed!  You know, till death do us part.

Baseball anyone?

Angry and I were at a baseball game on Sunday.

We had an interesting crowd around us.

• A 60-something lady who really needed to pull the back of her shirt down.  A lot of women, me included, have a problem finding jeans that fit them perfectly.  Many of us have a “gap” in the back where the waistband is open or is too low on our backs.  This can show the tops (or a bit more) of our underwear if we aren’t careful.  This woman leaned forward in her seat often.  Her shirt was up high and I got to enjoy her (beige with lace on top) underwear!  A quick tug of her shirt would have fixed that.  Maybe she figured she was old enough that no one would care?

• A tissue-less Dad with a kid that was about four.  The kid and Dad were having a great time at the game.  They both cheered their favorite players, they shared a pretzel, and Dad took tons of pictures of the kid and himself with his phone.  Near the end of the game, Dad picked up his son and put him on his lap.  How cute!  Until Dad grabbed a booger from the kid’s nose and wiped it on the back of his shirt.  I guess Mom can wash that later!!

• The short lived couple.  The two seats next to me were empty until the 4^th inning.  Then, a young couple showed up and sat down.  They ate their lunch and drank a soda.  They left at the start of the 6^th inning.  That was quick!  I hope they had free tickets.  Two innings isn’t worth the cost of a ticket.

• The non-stop talkers.  Two 50-something men sitting behind us never, ever (I mean NEVER) stopped talking.  Loudly.  They covered every topic known to man during the game.  They discussed:  cooking; cars; movies; music; their jobs; their bosses; their wives; their pets; the ballpark; and everything else in between.  The only thing that distinguished them from the type of women who chit-chat during games was that they didn’t talk about shoes (the gals always talk about shoes)!  At one point, they were cheering for the wrong player because they had totally missed an out that had just happened.  One guy even said, “I’ve been told many times that I look just like Brad Pitt.”  Ummmm. . . . Maybe if Brad Pitt has a pot belly and is going bald!

• An elderly gentlemen next to us who needed a hand held radio.  Well, if you call a radio the size of Kentucky hand held.  He pulled out his radio about half way through the game.  It was HUGE.  He had to use both hands to hold it.  And the antenna was about 3 feet tall.  He could have poked someone’s eye out with that thing.  A lot of people like to listen to the radio broadcast of games while at the actual game.  But, not with a radio that could have purchased a ticket for its own seat!!

Holy cow! I wouldn't be able to lift this thing.

This is more like it! Maybe this was out of his price range?

While the talkers were a bit annoying (I WAS wishing for some ear plugs!), I'll take any (or all) of these people over the obnoxious drunks that can end up sitting near you.  These people were well behaved and I never had a drop of beer on me.

Who noticed?

I wore a new, totally cool pair of pink shoes to work today.

These rock. So do my kitty socks. Did you notice them?

A MALE co-worker noticed them and said, "Those are cool pink shoes.  Are they new?"

Why yes, they are new, cool, pink, AND sparkly.  Thanks for noticing and saying something.

I think that's cool that a guy noticed!

Carry on.

Missing in action!

I'm not sure how many "regular" readers I actually have but I just want to say that I'm sorry I've been MIA recently.

1. I'm swamped at work like you wouldn't believe.
2. I go to the gym pretty much every night after work.  When I get home, I eat dinner and go to bed.

That leaves no time to blog!!  While I realize that I should be worried about YOU and not me, I just can't drag my computer out at night and type.

I'm hoping work will slow down a bit and I can entertain you with some stories soon!!

Meanwhile, stay happy.  As Aristotle said, "Happiness is the meaning and the purpose of life, the whole aim and end of human existence."