Skip to main content

Sometimes, we don't make sense in this household

Strange things are said in this household on the daily. Sometimes it is flat out wrong and insensitive (usually something I said) and sometimes it is drop dead funny (also, usually something I said). Let me share the latest of what was said in my household.

The hubs is looking for YouTube videos to play specific song on his guitar. I asked why he doesn’t search for the sheet music instead.

Me: Why waste your time going through all those videos trying to find the one with the perfect viewing angle, speed, and clarity that you need? Just find something with the notes on it.
Hubs: I need the video because I can’t read sheet music.
Me: So. Instead of reading sheet music, you watch other people until you understand what they are doing and then you repeat it?
Hubs: Yes.
Me: So. You’re like Nick Cannon. From the Drumline.
Hubs: Uhh…

That’s right. After my husband challenged how I would ever know how to read sheet music, forgetting I was formally taught violin in elementary school, I related him to Nick Canon. I may also have poked fun at the fact his father is a musician and has his own band, yet the guitar playing son cannot read. When I poke, I poke hard.

Another time, I was wishing someone well on a sporting event.

Friend:  I have a football game this weekend.
Me: Have fun. And remember fun = winning.
Yes, I’m that bastard. I say that often to most my friends. I truly hope they have all the fun possible…and also win.

One last final episode in our house:

Me: We have to help little man with an alphabet booklet project for school. He needs to cut out pictures and stickers for objects beginning with each letter of the alphabet.
Hubs: I’ll go get the Starwars books.
Me: Ok. That takes care of A is for A-wing, B is for B-Wing, and X is for X-Wing.
Hubs: W is for Wookie. E is for Ewok. Y is for Yoda.


What can I say? We’re geeks. The children and teachers surrounding them will not be spared from this.
Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

don't give me your attitude!

I’m tired. I’m sure there are many people out there who are tired too. Perhaps you're more tired than I am. So what the hell am I doing blogging when I could be napping? I’m trying to get the word out – sometimes you have to work your ass off!!!
It’s time for another physique competition. This time, hubby is also prepping for his first physique competition too. It’s been the typical love/hate thing going on. And how can it be anything but? My husband and I are at opposite ends of most any spectrum. I put on mass by looking at weights and he has to tinker with any plan that would work for anyone. I put on mass by looking at food, while he can't shovel enough food down his pie-hole. I like waking up and getting my cardio done first thing, he can barely wake up to pee. So, it would seem that we're not all that similar.
If we took everything at face value, it would seem we are fairly different. There’s a lot going on behind the scenes though. We both have contest preparation…

Naying the naysayers

I’m not one to put much stock in what people say. Granted, there are the occasional hiccups, when someone says something utterly devastating to my ego. I listen and ponder it too long for my own confidence’s good. Then I move on. I wasn’t born with that power though, it was forged in the steely graves of teenage carefree happiness, hope, and dreams.


For the longest time, I didn’t grasp certain opinions were digs at me and my dreams. It started to sink in. I began to question myself and my goals. I stumbled. I fell. I might have even cried. Then I did what my mom inspired me to do – I picked myself up and gave the world a middle finger as I went on my way to achieve what my heart desired. Obviously, it took more time than writing words on a blog could convey, but it happened. I learned to disregard most of the opinions crossing my path. I learned to have goals releasable to the public, as well as hidden ones. I learned stubbornness could be used as a bridge to my journey, not a throw …

Dream Planning Realization #1

For quite some time, I could tell my life has been slipping away from me. Not in that dying sort of way, at least not physically. However, I have sunken more into my work in the name of having a better life and all I have to show for it is - more work. Not exactly the way I thought I'd be digging myself out of the work hole. It isn't that I view my work as a hole and am unhappy with it. I love my jobs. I do. And that's part of the problem. They give me a means to meet other needs, while still being pretty darn likable. So I don't realize when I need to pull back to focus on the other things in my life. You know about the other things - friends, family, health, wellness. Things. Example - I work to earn money so I can take my family on trips to neat places. I have worked. I have made money. We haven't gone anywhere. For the past few years, my brother has been living in different places and it wasn't until recently that we ventured out his way for a visit. We m…