Dishwasher Detergent, Dishwashing Liquid, and Laundry Detergent

This morning I asked my husband to get dishwasher detergent. He thought I meant laundry detergent. So I reminded him while he was at the grocery store to get dishwasher detergent. Then he thought I meant dishwashing liquid. He comes home with laundry detergent and dishwashing liquid. There is no dishwasher detergent in sight.

I say, "Where's the dishwasher detergent?" He responds, "You were trying to play a trick on me. And that was a dirty trick."

Merry Christmas!

Two weeks ago, my husband came home with bags full of Christmas decorations. He’d gone to a number of stores on his way home from work: WalMart, Target, Michael’s, JoAnne’s, and Home Depot. In these bags were an array of holiday decorations, including (but certainly not limited to) Santa hats, garland, wrapping paper, bows, lights, and fake snow.

I was excited. “All this is for the house?” I asked, ready to start decorating. But he shook his head and quickly corrected me. “No,” he said, “They’re for the gym.”

Turns out, his holiday Christmas card idea was to go to the gym we frequent, decorate various exercise equipment, and take pictures. During gym hours. With gym people staring at us. Our house never had a chance to boast even one Christmas light.

Here are some of the pics. What do you think?

Yes, he bought the socks too.

Are you feeling the
 holiday spirit yet?

The bows help him focus.

Santa is a strong man.

Two points if you can guess 
what's in the box.

What's a squat without a Santa hat?

Add of course, we had to end the evening 
doing simultaneous holiday pullups.

It's Our Anniversary (Part 2)

 

We celebrated our first wedding anniversary on September 24. After pressing the husband for celebration suggestions besides the gym, we decided to go on a dinner and dancing cruise in San Francisco. Here’s a quick play-by-play:

Sunday

Wake up. Watch football (that’s all me). Go to gym. Drive to San Francisco. Dress quickly at hotel. Go on dinner and dancing cruise. Return to hotel.

Husband's quote of the day:"People will know it's our anniversary because I have flaps on my back pockets."

Monday

Wake up. Eat chicken and waffles from delicious restaurant in suspicious neighborhood. Go shopping. Drive home. Go to gym.

Husband's quote of the day: "The guy outside in the wheelchair is a troublemaker."

Happy one year anniversary to us!

It's Our Anniversary (Part 1)

Monday, three days from now, marks one year since the husband and I have been together.

I asked him earlier this week what we were doing to celebrate our anniversary.

"Let's go to the gym," he said with no hesitation. I just looked at him.

I'll let you know how things go after the "celebration"...

Sock Holes

Last night, after my husband took his shoes off and sat down on the couch to relax, I noticed a big hole in the heel of his sock. Upon careful inspection, I noticed another hole in the same spot on the other sock!

Me: You need to throw those socks A-WAY.

Husband: What socks?

At this point, I just looked at him and didn’t say a thing. He knew exactly what I meant.

Husband: Ohhh! These socks! Those are my airpockets.

Even just now, as I showed him the pictures I took last night of his socks, he said, "I don't see nothing wrong with them socks. Those are some good socks."

Those socks will be in the trash by tonight.

Congas

My husband likes to take all sorts of lessons: pottery (more on that in a later blog), salsa, improv, Chicago step, and most recently, conga drums. Since our move to a new city, he’s somehow found happy instructors in remote areas in small buildings that teach each of these. I am certain he will find other lessons to take in the future.

Yesterday, he decided that he needed some more practice time on the conga drums. “One hour a week is not enough to get good,” he explained to me. I nodded in agreement because I am a supportive and loving wife. So off we went to the music store to buy a pair of congas.

Today, he came home early to “work from home” (read: practice on his new congas). He left for a bit to go to the gym and to his drum lessons, and now he is back home. The game is on, the volume on the TV is up, but I can’t hear because of the beating music.

“You wanna play too?” he turned to ask. “We can make you a beat.” I smile and shake my head. “This was a good investment for America,” he concludes as he puts on his headphones to add a bit of music to his dream. 

Check out a video below. Prepare to jam.

Early Tenure, Promotion, and a Celebration

I got tenure and promotion at my University. A year early. I immediately called my husband while he was at work, and screamed in his ear, "I got it! I got it!" He brought home flowers, chocolate-covered strawberries, and took me to one of my very favorite restaurants, Morton's.

I am so thankful to God!