Last night the man came home about an hour and half late. I can usually judge by his reply when I say hey when he walks through the door what kind of mood he is in. I got a grunt. Uh oh.
So I hand him his artfully arranged Salade Nicose. With it's quartered baby potatoes and hard boiled eggs, crisp green beans, diced tomato, slivered green bell pepper, black olives and tuna steak all arranged on a bed of radiccio and romaine. Topped ever so slightly with a shallot vinigrette. I should have taken a picture of that I tell you:)
He begins to speak....
About an old WWII military rifle he wants to buy. It's $1000 and it takes 8 months to make. Yada, yada. He wants to know if we know a notary. So I say what for. He says for the paper work it has to be notarized when I order. My expression at this time was probably one of "are you on crack" because the next thing I know he says........
Don't try to understand because number 1 you are a WOMAN and number 2 you know NOTHING about history.
That's my cue.....
To smile sweetly and leave the room.
You can eat your Salade by yourself!
So you can contemplate how you just talked to me........
More likely so he can watch the Angel game!!
Granted both of those things are true. One more than the other:) I mean I know Nordstrom was founded in 1901 and started off as a shoe store that's history right;)
And I know.......
Being of the female persuasion is probably getting under his skin right now. Being that he had some crazy wife come in last week demanding he do something to her husband because he was doing all sorts of sordid things. When really he has nothing to do with that aspect. Which he tried to explain to her for 2 and 1/2 hours then finally had to have her escorted off post. Not good. Then there is having to deal with a female who is now going to be in charge of a crucial aspect of thier deployment next year coming to him and whining about how unfair the commander is. So I knew I was next....
But still it's not fair!!!!
I normally don't whine very long, it gets old, so I need something to do. Because I am not sitting with him tonight. But what..........
Oh yeah I had that old basket drawer thing of Lindsay's stuck in my studio bathroom for the last month collecting more dust. I know I bought spray paint it's around here somewhere.........
I don't paint very often much less spray paint so needless to say I got just as much on my hands as I did on the baskets.
These used to be yellow, pink, blue and green (I should have taken a before picture but you know I am a woman and sometimes I just don't think like that, you know with common sense HA:). When Lindsay tossed this into the Good Will pile I knew I could use it for something. Like all my millenary and seam binding to which I have a ton of!! Blooms on one side leaves on the other.
Amazing what a little paint can do. Ideas, ideas:) Now I have a whole 6 new baskets to organize mass amounts of ribbon in!! I swear if I put one more thing in this room it's going to burst:)
On to my slap in the back of the head.....
I received this in my email this morning......
When the good Lord was creating Wives, he was into his sixth day of overtime.
An angel appeared and said, "You're having a lot of trouble with this one. What's wrong with the standard model?"
And the Lord replied, "Have you seen the specs on this order? She has to be completely independent, but must be sponsored to get on post; have the qualities of both father and mother during deployments; be a perfect hostess to 4 or 40; run on black coffee; handle emergencies without a manual; be able to handle flu, birthdays and moves around the world; have a kiss that can cure anything from a child's torn Valentine to a husband's weary day; have the patience of a saint when waiting for the Unit to return home; and have six pairs of hands."
The angel shook her hand slowly and said, "Six pairs of hands... no way!"
And the Lord answered, "Don't worry, we'll make other military wives to help. Besides it's not the hands that are causing the problem, it's the heart. It must swell with pride in her husband, sustain the ache of separations, beat on soundly when it's too tired to do so and be large enough to say, "I Understand" when she doesn't, and 'I love you' regardless."
"Lord," said the angel, touching his sleeve gently. "Come to bed... finish this tomorrow!"
"I can't," said the Lord. "I'm so close to creating something unique. Already I have one who heals herself when she's sick, can feed three unexpected guests who are stuck in the area due to bad weather, and can wave good-bye to her husband, from a pier, off a runway and understand that it is important to his country that he leaves."
The angel circled the model of the military wife very slowly. "It's too soft," she sighed.
"But tough," said the Lord excitedly. "You cannot imagine what this woman can do or endure."
"Can it think?"
"Can it think? It can convert 1400 to 2 p.m."
Finally, the angel bent over and ran her finger across the cheek. "There's a leak," she pronounced. "I told you that you were trying to put too much into this model."
"It's not a leak," said the Lord. "It's a tear."
"What's it for?" asked the angel.
"It's for joy. Sadness. Disappointment.
"You are a genius," sighed the angel.
The Lord looked somber and replied, "I didn't put it there."
Oh, how I wish I could give you a great big hug.
Posted by: andrea | July 23, 2009 at 08:09 AM
Amen Ann. Thanks for the laughs... Take care..
Your friend
Grace
Posted by: Grace | July 23, 2009 at 03:58 PM
Girl, I just love your posts...thanks for the laughs and I think you do need a hug...and maybe a drink as well...enjoy your weekend..oh and if you need me,i am a notary! :) Te hee...what, you didn't find that funny? hmmmm...
Posted by: Tara | July 24, 2009 at 08:18 AM
Your post made me cry! I can't imagine how hard at times it must be. Thank you!!!
Posted by: Jeanne | July 25, 2009 at 01:04 PM