thanksgiving

I don't really like Thanksgiving. The food does nothing for me. Turkey especially. I REALLY dislike turkey. Also, I always overeat which makes me feel awful. Please note, I have a very funny tummy that likes to act up when I eat too much food or anything rich, funky, sweet, etc. I don't hate everything involved with turkey-day (see, it's a holiday also known as turkey-day which I already told you I hate). I do enjoy the holiday because it's a big fun family time. Plus, the husband and I have started an awesome bagel, mimosa, and football tradition. But that doesn't have anything to do with 'traditional' Thanksgiving itself. I'm totally rambling.

This year Thanksgiving was turned on its head. By what you ask. By fried freakin' turkey. Amazingly delicious. At hubby's family Thanksgiving a newly acquired family member came and deep fried two turkeys. OMG. Life changing. The hubby and I came back to my family, talked friend turkey up so much that we've convinced my mother to buy a turkey fryer. Next year the husband is going to deep fry turkeys at my family's Thanksgiving. I love finding new traditions!

Oh, and what am I thankful for you ask? My amazingly wonderful husband, of course!

Happy Belated Thanksgiving everyone!

** Please note: Chef Patrick Mould did not fry our turkey. That honor went to Mr. David King

rude

Yesterday I went to Cole Haan to attempt to salvage a pair of my hubby's shoes. Don't ask me what he did to them. It's somewhere in the realm of murder. He totally murdered them. Well, almost. I'd say they are on life support. So I took them into Cole Haan to see if they could resuscitate them. The sales girls were fabulous. They were showing me what they were going to do to them and what I'd have to do to them every few weeks (they are in serious bad shape). I was super excited because I could use one of the products to spiff up a Gucci purse that I haven't been using because it needed some TLC that I just didn't know how to give. Plus, I could take great care of my new Cole Haan boots that I got last week (love love love). And finally I can use another product to waterproof everything, including my Uggs (everyone knows how much I adore Uggs). Excited (said in a sing song voice - that's how you know when I'm really truly excited).

So I'm standing at the cash wrap getting all the info when a, I'm assuming miserable, man decided he needed to give me a few pointers. Namely that I shouldn't be taking care of my husband's shoes for him now nor should I do the continual maintenance on them. I should make him learn how to do it himself. When I told the man that my husband a) doesn't have much time (works full time and attend grad school) while b) I'm essentially a housewife who was shopping at 1pm on a Friday while my husband was at work and c) he isn't that detail oriented, he rudely told me not to make excuses (he really said that!). Then he asked me if I was my husband's mother. Um no. To which he replied to himself, "you obviously are, many men want to marry their mother." I curtly told him that I was nothing like his mother (not that I don't love my mother-in-law, we're just nothing alike), gathered my goods, and walked away. I did hear the flabbergasted woman next to me say "good for you" (which I loved). What was that guy's problem?

Sir, please mind your own miserable business. Thank you.

When I told the husband about it he was livid. He hates it when people are mean to me. He's quite protective - only one of the many reasons why I love him and am willing to fix his shoes for him.

eta: Cole Haan is amazing! His shoes, when viewed from 6 inches away, appear new! Amazing results! My husband was thrilled - mostly with me for making it happen :)

present

The husband and I have really been trying hard to cut down on our spending. So when I announced that I was getting the hubby a present last week he was not so thrilled. Cue husband making a sad face. But then I added that it would be a free present. Cue husband's sneaky happy smile.

What is this present? Yes, a new, FREE, remote control. Complete with metallic bows. Hahaha.

Two weeks or so ago he let it be known that Mr. Mason would require a new remote control for football season. It sounds a little demanding. But let me tell you, we were living quite ghetto-fabulous here in San Jose (I was just too lazy to do anything about it). Multiple important buttons didn't work. These important buttons include necessary football watching buttons. Mr. Mason is quite the football game flipper.

Needless to say, the husband was thrilled! Both with the free price tag and the fabulously perfect gift!

happy father's day, husband

my hubby is the father of our dog.

i wished him a happy father's day (several times) and then told him he should pick our lunch & dinner spots because it was his day. he wasn't amused (but he did pick the restaurants).

update

My husband keeps asking if I've posted the sad girl (actually he refers to her as d*ck girl) pic on the blog ... um, not till right now.  You can see where I've shared the Mason discussion of this pic here.

Without further ado ... the sad girl (please note hair similarity) ...

I continue to contend that this is merely a pic of a sad girl.  My hubby firmly believes that it's a pic of an unhappy girl with a d*ck in her mouth.  I decided to take a very scientifically accurate poll and emailed Redhead Jen to get her opinion.  Usually she and I are on the same page ... usually.  Unfortunately she had to get her hubby involved who totally tilted the results of this scientific poll.

The final tally:

Little wife: sad girl

Little wife's hubby: d*ck girl

Redhead Jen: undecided ... leaning toward d*ck girl (traitor??? perhaps)

Redhead Jen's hubby: d*ck girl

Mathematically, d*ck girl wins ... but since this is my blog ... I WIN (of course).

Does anyone dispute my findings?  Little Wife Husband and Redhead Jen Husband need not apply.

good wife

On Monday night I made hubby his favorite "wife food" ... blue cheese mini pizzas. I happen to think they're disgusting but the husband can't seem to get enough (I hate hate hate blue cheese). The little wife won't go near them (phew saved a gillion calories) and the husband is happy. Win-win!

I'm also a good wife because I went free shopping on Monday. Aunt Amanda (my sister) came over and we went shopping on M&J (my parents). I got adorable new stuff for free! I was thrilled with my new clothes and my hubby was thrilled with the fact that our bank account balance didn't decrease. Again, win-win!

The good/little wife had an awesome Memorial Day :)

artistic differences

I was looking for a pic of a sad looking woman to add to my previous post. I thought I found "the perfect one". It's a drawing of a curly haired woman with lots of frizz (me) with one dramatic tear down her cheek (me when my husband is out of town). I ask the hubby a question about copyright (cause I'm so new to this blog business) to which he so unhelpfully and without confidence replies "sure" ... and then he proceeds to look over at he laptop. It is at that point that he kind of raises his voice and asks "is that a d*ck in her mouth?" And I, with my voice getting super high pitched, say "no, it's her neck!" Then we proceed to have a discussion (while both of us are laughing) about whether or not it's a d*ck or her neck. We both have to point to the drawing numerous times to try and illustrate our point. I really believe that it's a plain old sad girl. The hubby does not back down and is convinced that it's a dirty picture. He can't see where her neck is. And now I'm only able to see a d*ck. The picture is ruined. It can't go on the blog. (Also, the hubby keeps repeating that the pic can't go on the blog - so it's not just my choice) To make matters worse (and to back up the hubby's claim) there is a comment on the pic's original blog asking if the girl is being molested. (d*ck in her mouth plus tear equals molestation). I guess the all knowing hubby is probably right. I hate it when that happens.

husbandsick

My hubby was gone this weekend on a bachelor party cruise. I refrained from blogging because I knew it would come off as whiny and pathetic. Now he's home, I'm happy, and I can talk about the tragedy that is "us" being apart. We don't do well apart. I missed him the second he left the car at the airport. Seriously, my eyes welled up with tears. Luckily I had the dog to give me comfort (he came to the airport with us - it's a family affair).

The hubby called on Saturday to tell me he missed me so incredibly much (how good is he??). I, of course, probably missed him more but didn't want to say it because I would have burst into tears and I was with Redhead Jen (embarrassing!). Instead all I could blurt out was "I have so much to tell you" to which he asked "anything important?" And I had to admit "um, no!" Of course not, do I ever have anything important to say? Yes. But no. One of my favorite parts of my day is rattling off (in an overly dramatic manner) each and every mundane detail of my day to my sweet husband. Him being gone, physically, and also unreachable by phone was ruining my mojo. I need the hubby!

I slept horribly each and every night he was gone. It could be a coincidence. Nah! He came home on Sunday. I slept amazingly well. 

I'm back to being such a happy little wife!

** Note: there is no picture for this post because I had some artistic differences with my hubby. Please see next post.