Spike's Bitches 42: Which question do you want me to answer first?
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
I just polished off some eggplant parm and am sitting with my feet up drinking my red red wine. Done with productivity.
I cleaned one room today. My living room. After a summer of bachelorhood there were countless DVDs and videos strewn about. Nasty socks, empty food wrappers, mystery items, etc. Don't know how 2 people can manage to make such a mess in a couple months. Ugh.
All the media is back in alpha order again and items returned to their cases. Stuff is cleaned and dusted. The dead plants are tossed. I may never leave this room again. Or I might try another room tomorrow.
Oh, and tomorrow we are going to the IMAX for The Dark Knight. Whee!
Fun!
I spent birthday money, and, having just finished volumes 1 & 2 of Buffy Season 8, I have to decide between Constantine and Killing Joke.
Given Laura's plans for tomorrow (which sound awesome!) I'm going with the Bat-verse.
Tomorrow, I will go to the gym. And clean out my car. And possibly bring about world peace, you know, if there's time left.
Apparently, even though I feel mostly better from the cold, I am still tired as hell.
I just watched/slept Olympic coverage for the bulk of the day.
Actually, my head is still stuffy as hell. It's like my body is saying, "You weren't any better kid, that was adrenaline".
I think I'm going to go see Batman tonight. We're having television issues (again) and can't figure out how to get picture. We've got sound but the tuner input is wrong and I can't trouble shoot with DH here because I'll strangle him.
He is pissed and doesn't want me to touch anything. So he stews and gets more angry.
My football team looks like my football team again. This is reassuring after the first two preseason games and the team of aliens standing in for my team.
Cash, let him stew and get angry and you get out. I used to have the same issues with my Hub, until I figured out that we had such fundamentally different styles of approaching problems and troubleshooting, that it was either leave him be or kill him.
That's what I'm going to do, Barb.
He's just so tech-inept that it makes me crazy. He's a great guy but he gets mad when things don't work right EVERY SINGLE time. The actuary in him makes him averse to the kind of hunt & peck trouble shooting that I do.
He basically sits and bitches about (computer/television/cable/phone) to me and I get antsy and want to do something about it. We just go round and round until I can fix it when he's not around.
He's just so tech-inept that it makes me crazy.
Oh, urk-- that must be so frustrating. With mine, he's actually more tech-savvy than I am, but used to be a very A, B, C, following directions sort of guy whereas I'm much more instinctive. He's actually relaxed a lot in the past few years and is far more comfortable with following his instincts.
I still don't want to troubleshoot with him, but at least he gets less frustrated.
I've finally realized that Hubby's biggest stumbling block is that he doesn't know how to describe his problem in a different fashion. He can't restate to make sure I know what's he talking about, so when I ask a clarifying question, all he can do is repeat what he just said and get frustrated that he's not getting it across and I'm not following what he said.
We've got sound but the tuner input is wrong and I can't trouble shoot with DH here because I'll strangle him.
That was another thing I did while they were gone today. They had been pulling out the tv and switching the input every time they wanted to watch a DVD. They bowed in awe and applauded the magic that now they are able to push a button on the remote to go back and forth. It wasn't that they don't have the skills, they just didn't bother to wire properly.
I think they should give me breakfast in bed. Also, they are all gone again so I am playing on my laptop and watching recorded tv while I sip my wine in peace. Bliss.
all he can do is repeat what he just said and get frustrated that he's not getting it across and I'm not following what he said.
Ha! Or the other variation of repeating it a dozen different ways despite the fact that I got it the first time. I just don't agree.
Wine good.