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    Mr. Nice Guy?

    Wednesday, August 11th, 2010

    Chris once had a boss with some extremely brash tendencies. Brash, in this case, is a nice word for jerk face. He was like the Gregory House of programming. He was a brilliant man who had virtually no patience for anyone whose thoughts so much as bordered on the mainstream. During a team meeting he once told one of his employees that all of his ideas were, “cute and uninteresting.” Pretty much everyone the guy worked with despised him.

    Everyone, that is, but Chris.

    For some reason Chris is like the jerk whisperer. People who make it their personal mission to make everyone they meet feel the full weight of their insignificance, tend to like my husband. Its like he’s just laid back and non threatening enough to get a pass. And truth be told, I think he kind of enjoys the unlikely bond that he forms with the unlikable. I think if he weren’t such a nice guy, he would probably admit that he also found his coworkers’ ideas pretty uninteresting. In fact its possible that he suffers from a bit of jerk-face envy. I suspect that every once in a while, as he is flashing that kindly disarming smile of his, he’s silently berating everyone around him. Its the only reasonable explanation for the fact that he continues to keep in contact with this individual and others like him long after their business relationship is over.

    Geekery

    Friday, July 2nd, 2010
    • Last night I grabbed a random T-shirt out of Chris’ drawer to sleep in. This morning I woke up and realized I was wearing his “Be nice to me or I’ll sic my ninja monkey’s on you,” shirt.
    • On a related note, as of this month we’ve been together for 9 years and married for 6.
    • I guess some things were bound to rub off on me eventually.
    • I’ve been trying to obey my optometrist’s orders and wear my glasses instead of my contacts at least one day a week.
    • Ever the verbal affirmer, Chris has taken to calling me a hot librarian.
    • It may be relevant to note here that its been quite a few years since Chris has stepped foot in a library, let alone seen an actual librarian.
    • I however have spent considerable amounts of time in various libraries of late.
    • So I speak with some authority when I say that him calling me a hot librarian is on par with me calling him ‘the cute guy at the Star Wars convention.’

    Much Ado About Mockery

    Thursday, June 3rd, 2010

    Aside from the first few months of our relationship, Chris and I have never really been ‘that couple.’ You know, the ones who can’t keep their hands off each other in public. The ones who giggle dopily at one another’s jokes, and take every opportunity to verbally profess their love…

    Nope. That’s not really us.

    We’re more the couple who bickers so much our friends wonder if we like each other at all. The couple whose idea of flirting involves public humiliation and whose attempts at romance often end in one person shoving a finger up the other one’s nose (ya know, just to ease the tension). And truth be told, we like it this way. When one of us gets irritated with the other, we get it out right then and there before it has a chance to fester. And its not unheard of for us to go from name calling to kissing and back again in under a minute.  It may not be a blissful romance worthy of Shakespeare’s primary characters, but its what works for us.

    Last night Chris went to sleep early and I sat next to him in bed watching TV. During a commercial I happened to look over at him, and in a moment of uncharacteristic weakness, I was consumed by a feeling of lovey-doveyness. I’m embarrassed to admit that I stared at his sleeping face for a minute or so. I was just marveling at how familiar he has become to me over the past nine years. I was noticing the subtle ways in which his appearance has changed, and wondering how it will continue to change as we grow old together…

    But these romantic musings were interrupted when Chris unexpectedly opened his eyes. “Were you just staring lovingly at me?” he groggily asked. “Umm, kind of.” I replied, now feeling really ridiculous. “Oh honey,”  he said with a tired smile, “that’s so creepy.” Then he rolled over and went back to sleep. He brought the incident up again today, presumably so that he could finish mocking me now that he was fully alert…

    the big jerk.

    Anyway, I’ll just tell myself its like what Sir Benedick says to Lady Beatrice after their botched attempt at wooing in Much Ado About Nothing, “Thou and I are too wise to woo peaceably.” (Well I’m too wise….he’s just too ornery.) So we’re definitely no Hero and Claudio, but I’d like to think Beatrice and Benedick get their version of happily ever after too.

    Delegate, Delegate, Delegate

    Friday, May 28th, 2010

    A few weekends ago I went to my mother’s house to help her move some furniture. I asked Chris if he would clean the bonus room while I was gone. He took the following picture during the cleaning process:

    His caption for this photo is, “I don’t know why she thinks this job is so hard.”

    My caption for this photo involves language that’s a bit too colorful for a family friendly blog such as this.

    Flash!….Ahahhhh!

    Saturday, February 6th, 2010

    My husband just posted the following in the comment section of my “Hacked Off” post.  It provides a disturbing insight into his brain.  Make sure you watch the video.  I always suspected something like this was going on inside his head while he pretended to listen to me.

    “Cyber villains beware. Armed with my silicone infused weaponry, my terminal of smite and my trusty four legged steed, Bingly, I am a force to be reckoned with! ‘Flash Gordon’ by Queen is playing in the background while I say this.”

    Hacked Off

    Friday, February 5th, 2010

    If you’ve tried to access my blog in the last 12 hours or so, chances are you were redirected to a site of, shall we say, less than reputable content.  It appears that my blog was hacked.  but not to worry, my own personal geek-squad swooped in and quickly identified the hacker’s path.  He then isolated and erased the nasty piece of code that was causing all the commotion, and re-secured the admin access.  As he was explaining all of this to me, Chris commented on how unsophisticated the hacker’s techniques were…..

    Sure honey. That’s exactly what I was thinking.

    Its not quite the ‘knight in shining armor rescues the damsel in distress’ scenario I might have envisioned as a little girl, but hey…I’ll take it!

    Unworthy Adversary

    Thursday, February 4th, 2010

    I’m going to be in trouble when Chris finds out what I just did.  I was washing my hands in the downstairs powder room, and when I reached for the towel I realized that the circular rack was loose. Again.

    I have tightened this dang thing at least 6 times, but something about the drywall in this house just doesn’t seem to want to hold anything in place.  The fact that everything we hang up seems to fall down has become quite the (admittedly petty and irrational) thorn in my side.

    So anyway, I got mad.  And unfortunately I’m not talking about the ‘throw your hands up in exasperation and curse silently under your breath’ kind of mad.  I’m talking more about the ‘grab the offending towel rack and twist with all of  my might until the entire thing rips right out of the wall leaving a gaping hole behind’ kind of mad.

    Which brings us back to the whole, I’m gonna be in trouble when Chris gets home thing.  Not only will he have to fix the damage I’ve caused (because lets face it, if seeing it sends me into a blind rage, trying to fix it would most likely result in me demolishing the entire room.) but his frustration with me will likely be compounded by the fact that this isn’t exactly the first time I’ve ripped a towel rack out of the wall…

    I swear I’m not typically a violent person!  But since verbal communication is my preferred method of conflict resolution, and towel racks can’t really talk…well its just a recipe for disaster.  I’ve also been known to kick the door I just stubbed my toe on and/or throw the toy I just pinched my finger in. Maybe I should just go hide the evidence and blame it on the kids.

    Oh wait, that won’t work because neither of them can reach that high.  Shoot!

    30 In The Snow

    Sunday, January 31st, 2010

    I was pretty bummed when my plan to take Chris snow boarding for his 30th birthday fell through. I wanted to take him someplace beautiful, someplace where he could celebrate, relax and have some fun.

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    I wanted to show him how much I love him.

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    Of course, I’m not the only one who loves this amazing man, and wants to celebrate with him.

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    I could have taken Chris to the snow for his birthday, but only God could bring the snow to Chris.

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    Happy birthday to my wonderful husband!  And thank you God for loving him perfectly and abundantly!

    Good Family Pun

    Thursday, January 7th, 2010

    There’s this odd conversational thing that we do in my family.  It involves taking a noun or theme that someone else has introduced to the conversation (usually unintentionally) and making follow up comments that somehow relate back to that noun/theme via pun.  The comments are made in turn until no one can think of any more puns, at which point the person who made the last comment basically ‘wins’ the conversation.

    Admittedly very few people recognize when we are doing this (and fewer still are actually willing to participate in the silliness even if they do) but those who choose to chime in have an instant and irrevocable ‘in’ with our family.  Chris has become surprisingly good at this word-play game in the years since he joined our family.  But of course none of us come close to my father.  And this seems fitting as I am fairly confident he was the one who brought the game into our family to begin with.

    So now I’m beginning to wonder:  Is this practice limited to my crazy clan, or do other people participate in this little verbal exercise as well?  And if so, I wonder if it might even have a name of which I am totally unaware…..?

    Here is an example of one of our recent punny games:

    Chris: Corbin, you need to wear your socks because its cold in here.

    Me: It really is quite a feat to make him put them on lately!

    Chris: (rolling his eyes in mock irritation) Oh come on Kate, just put a sock in it!

    Me: What!? Making jokes is good for the soul!

    Chris: I know, but I’m just saying you might want to tread lightly with me tonight.

    (I know. Rarely has dorkery converged in such a catastrophic way. But seriously, try it.  You’ll be surprised at how much fun it is!)

    I’m Not a Feminist, But I Can Play That Role

    Thursday, November 12th, 2009

    This morning Chris was telling me what was (supposed to be)  a sweet little anecdote about our sons.  He described being stopped by a couple in a store one night while I was at work.  Apparently they commended him on his bravery for being out all by himself with two little boys, and on how wonderfully behaved they were.

    Now perhaps its because I had not yet consumed my first cup of coffee, or perhaps its because I knew that this kind of encounter was becoming a routine occurrence for my dear husband – but either way, something about his little tale didn’t sit right with me.

    Of course its not that I don’t agree with the back patters.  I completely do. I think Chris is one of the most hands on, actively involved, fearless fathers I have ever met.  I think he deserves nothing but accolades for his parenting, providing and general man of the house..ing skills.

    The thing that irks me is this: For every one time Chris has taken our children out in public by himself, I have taken them out 20.  My full time job is shuttling them around from parks to grocery stores to play-dates to banks to school to recycling centers to party’s to zoos. And not once during that endless string of errands and activities has a single person ever commented on how brave I was for taking those same two kids out by myself!

    So this begs the question: what’s with the double standard?  Why is Chris touted as some kind of hero for parenting his children while I am at work, and yet while he is at work I am merely doing what is expected? And in the reverse, why is it that when he goes to work he is providing for his family, and yet when I go to work I am neglecting mine? OK, so maybe only a select few people would actually put it that way, but for an insecure mama, a few is all it takes.

    I always wear my wedding rings when I serve, and sometimes as I am conversing with a table of guests it comes up that I am a wife and mother.  Almost without fail, the first question out of their mouths is, “Oh, well where are your children while you are at work?”  And yet colleagues never ask Chris that question when he tells them he is a father.

    There seems to be an unspoken assumption (mostly made by women) that  mothers should be able to do it all, and yet fathers simply cannot be expected to become proficient in traditionally ‘domestic’ tasks.

    This assumption is both insulting to men and inherently flawed. Regardless of your gender, doing it all is incredibly hard. (just ask a single parent!)  So I think a family is best served when some kind of agreement is reached, and some delegation of tasks is determined.  What we have decided is this: When Chris is at work, childcare is my responsibility.  When I am at work, childcare is Chris’ responsibility.  And when we are both at work (or at home for that matter) finding or providing childcare is our shared responsibility.

    This sharing of the responsibilities is good for our marriage, our finances, and most importantly, our children. It is our hope that they will feel safe and secure knowing that they have not one, but two parents who desire to take on the task of raising and providing for them.  Do we handle every situation the same? Of course not.  Do we have areas where one is strong and the other is weak? Heck Yea! Chris wouldn’t balance our checkbook to save his life, and I wouldn’t fix a broken garbage disposal to save mine.  But at the end of the day we are partners, and to me that is worth so much more than fitting into traditional gender roles.