How Well Do YOU Know Your Husband?

The Regular Guy has this quiz. Like Jean, I figured I’d play along as a meme.

1. Sitting in front of the tv, what’s on the screen?
Fox News, the Weather Channel, or Home Improvement reruns (if he’s watching with Middle Sister)

2. You’re out to eat; what kind of dressing does he get on his salad?
bleu cheese, oil and vinegar or MAYBE the house vinaigrette, but that last one is a reach

3. What’s one food he doesn’t like?
Tuna casserole

4. You go out to the bar. What does he order?
He doesn’t drink, so he will have an iced tea or root beer. And don’t forget the hot wings!

5. Where did he go to high school?
The public high school in his hometown.

6. What size shoe does he wear?
11 wide

7. If he was to collect anything, what would it be?
He’s not a collector

8. What is his favorite type of sandwich?
Italian hoagie

9. What would this person eat every day if he could?
See #8; also chicken parmesan and rib-eye steak

10. What is his favorite cereal?
Cream of wheat with cheese on it

11. What would he never wear?
“low” socks, despite everyone else’s best efforts

12. What is his favorite sports team?
He only follows sports when a local team makes the playoffs

13. Who will he vote for?
McCain/Palin

14. Who is his best friend?
me

15. What is something you do that he wishes you wouldn’t do?
Any “type A” behavior qualifies

16. How many states has he lived in?
2

17. What is his heritage?
Polish/Lithuanian

18. You bake him a cake for his birthday; what kind of cake?
Yellow cake with vanilla frosting OR strawberry shortcake

19. Did he play sports in high school?
Cross-country and tennis

20. What could he spend hours doing?
Programming computers, following political news, watching the Weather Channel

TheDad’s Big Day

Yesterday was TheDad’s birthday, and his last day off before returning to work.

He made the most of the day, doing such exciting things as dropping off his car to get the timing belt replaced, arranging for Cub Scout recruitment flyers, and holding a Cub Scout planning meeting.

But we celebrated in style with dinner at his favorite restaurant, Outback Steakhouse, and homemade cupcakes for dessert.

After dinner we picked up his car, and then he took Little Brother over to the high school where Big Brother and Middle Sister were helping out at a fund-raiser car wash. (They’re raising money to send 20 kids to Mississippi for a week to help with Habitat for Humanity’s hurricane-relief effort. Big Brother is going.)

I got back home first and found something near the front door–a little package of Reese’s Scoops. I thought maybe one of the Big Kids had dropped it on their way out, but I wasn’t sure, so I moved it where no one would step on it.

A few minutes later Adventure Boy appeared at the door. He told me that he had come over with a present for TheDad, and handed me the package of candy. Just then, TheDad pulled into the driveway, and I told Adventure Boy that he could give his present to TheDad himself.

I have the feeling that this candy was Adventure Boy’s own treat, that he gave to TheDad after he found out earlier in the day that it was his birthday.

So even though TheDad didn’t win the lottery last night, I am sure he knows he received a much more valuable prize.

Happy Birthday!

A Forgiving Spirit

I guess opposites attract, at least in the case of TheDad and me.

He’s pretty much a go-with-the-flow kind of guy. I do not go with the flow. I fight it every step of the way.

Yesterday I was cleaning the bathroom, and I used a cleaner with bleach in it. Normally, I bring in a laundry basket for my cleaning rags, but I had forgotten that, and was feeling lazy, so I just tossed the rags into the clothes hamper. Right on top of a pair of TheDad’s dress pants. Navy blue dress pants.

I guess you can figure out what happened.

This morning when I went to do the laundry I found the ruined pants. I went and showed him what had happened. “I feel so stupid,” I confessed. “It’s all because I was too lazy to get a basket for those rags.”

“Don’t worry about it,” he comforted me. “It’s no big deal.”

“It’s at least a $30 big deal!” I just could not let it go.

A few minutes later I noticed that the pants he is wearing today have a tiny hole next to the side seam, partway down the leg. We both wondered how that had happened.

I made a mental note to order him a couple of new pairs of dress pants.

Then he called from the car (hey, this is New Jersey, that’s illegal, buddy!) to tell me that he had figured out where the hole came from. I’m sure that he promptly forgot about the two ruined pairs of pants and is just going about his day.

Things I can learn from my husband: worry less. Let it go. Go with the flow.

True Love

You know it’s true love when your husband, who worked late and is tired and has to prepare for a business trip tomorrow, willingly and cheerfully goes out after dinner because you beg him to buy you some “designer Advil” since the generic kind you usually buy doesn’t seem to be doing the trick.

Little things mean a lot.

Short-Term Memory Loss

I try very hard not to “rat out” TheDad here on the blog. I don’t think our world needs any more husband-bashing or dad-bashing. We get enough of that on TV and in the movies. It’s why I had to stop watching “Everybody Loves Raymond” even though TheDad enjoyed watching it with me–but I found that the more I watched, the more I became like “Debra” with never a good word to say about my husband, but way too many sarcastic ones.

However, I found this funny and I know he won’t mind if I say it. You need to know that he is not good about remembering where he puts things, or remembering to bring things when he goes somewhere. This morning as he prepared to take Big Brother to the Homecoming 5K race, I asked Big Brother if he had his registration form. “Wait a minute, I think I put it down…somewhere…”

TheDad laughed. “He’s got my genes! They all do! Barb, you’re going to have to die last out of all of us, or none of us will know where to find anything.”

That’s a lot of pressure to put on a person, by the way.

This afternoon TheDad took Middle Sister and Little Brother up north to go to a movie with his brother and the 3 Girl Cousins. This gets him big-time brownie points with the kids and with me, as I’ve got some peace and quiet except when I’m chauffeuring Big Brother to miscellaneous Homecoming Events this afternoon and evening. I used some of the time to start rummaging in the basement and moving things around in preparation for next weekend’s annual “Find the Advent Wreath at the Bottom of the Christmas Closet” ritual. First you have to move all the stuff that’s in front of the Christmas Closet; you know the drill.

In the course of my rummaging and moving I found a nice bag that TheDad got at a computer event in 2002 (the bag is dated with the event logo and year). He always gives me first shot at these bags, and I was recently looking for a new one as the one I’d used for my choir music had gotten some holes in it. So TheDad gave me the bag from this year’s workshop, but it wasn’t quite The Right Bag. I lived with it, but it just wasn’t quite right. And then I found this nice bag.

So I went to empty out the little bit of stuff I found inside. Receipts, workshop notes, a name tag, a 3-1/2″ diskette, a CD, a highlighter, a Boy Scout item–nothing out of the ordinary there. Judging from the dates on the papers I found, this bag has not been used in about 4 years.

I also found a fork. Not a plastic fork, but a real fork from our kitchen silverware. Into the dishwasher! And there was a tie that has been missing for–oh, about 4 years now.

And the bag was still a little heavier than it should have been. I opened a pocket flap and found–a 3-1/2″ disk drive! (He and his dad often swap discarded computer parts so they can rebuild PCs.)

How do you forget that you have one of those in your bag?

It sure beats some of the weird stuff I’ve found in my purse!

Time for Camp


The caravan departed today for Boy Scout Camp. This is TheDad and Big Brother’s fifth year of summer camp together.

Good thing St. George is a powerful patron. I had to sign various scary forms absolving the camp from any responsibility if my son is injured (or worse) in the rapids where he’ll be canoeing and rafting, or in a cave, or on a mountain, or wherever else the “High Adventure” group will go. I’m sure Big Brother will have a great time. I, on the other hand, will be a nervous wreck.

TheDad says that this is why they don’t let moms come to camp. Dads don’t mind as much when the boys get muddy on the first day and stay muddy all week. They don’t mind the boys’ aversion to the camp showers (though they do insist that the boys make some attempt at getting clean before leaving camp). They don’t get too nervous when they see the kinds of dangerous stuff the boys will be doing (woodcarving, anyone? Building bonfires? Class 4 rapids?)

It’s going to be a hot week in Roanoke, VA. TheDad really feels the heat, and those tents aren’t air-conditioned. There’s no internet access either. He’s also giving up a week’s vacation from work, home-cooked meals, time with the rest of the family, and a comfortable place to sleep. And leaders don’t camp free–he PAYS to go on this trip. That’s what makes him a great dad.

So this week I will be “two men down.” I will be worrying about them while they’re in the heat and on the river. I’ll miss having them around, to talk to and to feed, since it’s much less fun to cook for 3 than for 5 (they’re my most appreciative eaters!) And on a totally shallow note, I’ll be missing my XM radio since I offered to let them have my van. It’s a long drive and this way the boys can watch movies.

Please keep them and all the Boy Scouts in your prayers. It’s a wonderful organization and it’s been great for Big Brother. Even the Pope supports it:

“For one century, through play, action, adventure, contact with nature, life as a team and in service to others, you offer an integral formation to anyone who joins the Scouts. Inspired by the Gospels, scouting is not only a place for authentic human growth, but also a place of strong Christian values and true moral and spiritual growth, as with any authentic way of holiness.

The sense of responsibility that permeates Scout education leads to a life of charity and the desire to serve one’s neighbor, in the image of Christ the servant, based on the grace offered by Christ, in a special way through the sacraments of the Eucharist and forgiveness.”

The Pontiff encouraged the brotherhood of the Scouts, “which is a part of its original ideal and makes up, above all for young generations — a witness of that which is the body of Christ, within which, according to the image of St. Paul, all are called to fulfill a mission wherever they are, to rejoice in another’s progress and to support their brothers in times of difficulty.”

“I thank the Lord for all the fruits that, throughout these last 100 years, the Scouts have offered,” he said. He encouraged Catholic Scouts to go forward on their path, offering “to boys and girls of today an education that forms them with a strong personality, based on Christ and willing to live for the high ideals of faith and human solidarity.”

Benedict XVI’s message ends with advice from Baden-Powell: “Be faithful to your Scout promise, even when you are no longer young, and may God help you to do so!”When man seeks to be faithful to his promises, the Lord himself strengthens his steps.”

St. George, patron of Boy Scouts; St. Joseph, patron of fathers; St. John Bosco, patron of boys, pray for them.

H/T to Micki for the image of St. George, patron of Boy Scouts, and to Father Jay Toborowsky for the text of the Pope’s message.

The Right Word for the Job

Why is it that laces on men’s dress shoes are so short that there’s barely enough shoelace to tie a bow?

I was watching TheDad struggle to get his dress shoes tied just now, and saw how short those laces are.

“Do you need me to pick up some new laces at the store?”

“No. These are fine. They’re just…DAINTY!”

Anniversaries

Yesterday was our 16th wedding anniversary.

It was also the 17th anniversary of the day we met.

We were “set up” on a blind date thanks to Miss B, who was TheDad’s neighbor and who worked with my father. A year later, she and her husband gave us a ride from the church to the reception after EVERYONE ELSE left us behind at church! Being inexperienced at the whole Plan-A-Wedding thing, we forgot to arrange that important bit of transportation….

In honor of our special day, we enlisted the help of Big Brother to babysit for a couple of hours so we could dine in style at a fancy but local restaurant. TheDad didn’t care for the uncomfortable chairs or our proximity to other diners. I have to give him credit for indulging my taste for restaurants that don’t have paper napkins or children’s menus, even though we have determined through our customary Anniversary Research Expeditions that price in restaurants is inversely proportionate to the portion size. (One year we ate at a place that was so expensive, I left hungry. And I’m usually full by the end of the soup course!)

TheDad is the nostalgia specialist in our relationship. I’m not good at that stuff, so it’s good that he is! He works hard. He loves me, and he loves the kids. He’s terrific Tech Support for the family’s computers. Who could ask for anything more?

So, to TheDad, I love you! I hope we have many more happy & healthy years! Thanks for putting up with my quirks and even sitting in uncomfortable restaurant chairs. Next year, YOU get to pick the restaurant.