Rewind

I am very behind on posting. I've been busy actually living life that I haven't had time to blog. When I say, "living life", I mean sitting around playing Farmville and whining to David about him refusing to buy me a $15 dollar, black and pink, reversible Le Tigre Puffer Vest on clearance at JC Penney. The vest was marked down from $50! How can we pass that deal up? I am going to get that vest.

Anyway, so Halloween came and went and so did Thanksgiving and in between those two holidays we had our first house guests. David's oldest brother and his girlfriend came to visit us for, like, two days.

Halloween was uneventful. We didn't go anywhere or dress-up. We did hand out candy and had tons left over. That might have been because we over bought or because the county designates trick-or-treating times for each community. Our town had a two hour slot on 10/31. A town a few miles away had to trick-or-treat the Thursday before Halloween. How this works is beyond me. Do the cops give you a ticket for being out past the designated time? I understand that it is safer to designate a time but it just seems odd. Also, odd was that no one was knocking on our door to get candy until David and I sat out on the porch with the stuff. We had our porch light on and our pumpkin out but no kids. The neighbors were all sitting on their porches so I guess, if it is not snowing, you sit on the porch and hand out candy.

Then my brother-in-law and his girlfriend stayed with us and we had lots of fun. David and I baked a lasagna, I made brownies and I went on a cleaning spree to prepare for their visit that made David hate me. They didn't visit for very long but we squeezed a lot into that short time. Like staring at Lake Erie and driving through our town which takes five minutes.

Thanksgiving was also uneventful. David bought a 20 pound turkey for $5. We planned on roasting that sucker and eating for a month. It took a long time to thaw. Even after sticking it in the bathtub (the only place it would fit) filled with cold water. The turkey wasn't done until 11 at night but that was okay because it was just us eating. After the turkey roasting and carving hoopla was over the kitchen was a mess. My OCD flared and I spent days cleaning turkey off the walls and being angry. You see David and I have very different cooking and cleaning methods.

I picked up a nasty habit while working at Stables & Grand Booksellers called, "working clean". Whenever we started a project we were told to: "Work Clean." I know when I cook I am, inevitably, going to make a mess so I work in such a way that minimizes the clean-up job after. Mainly, I don't cook anything that requires more than a bowl, spoon and saucepan. If I can eat without using utensils (bananas are a great example) and if I can eat over the sink, even better. David also knows that when he cooks he is going to make a mess. Instead of trying to reduce the mess he makes he makes even more of a mess. Different logic is at work here. David figures he is going to have to clean anyway so why not just go crazy. But more often I am the one cleaning the kitchen because David's idea of cleaning is flawed. The boy has no eye for detail. "What? The floor is gritty with turkey grease and pepper dust? I got rice all over the stove? Where? Where are all the wadded up paper towels, food scraps and lids to condiment jars?" If David wanted to live in a frat house he should have stayed in college. David would just say I have a serious problem and an unrealistic view of how clean the house should be. But it's not like he is going to pay to get me help and I don't mean a maid, I mean a therapist. So I guess he is stuck with me and a clean house. Whatever, he can buy me that vest and I would probably be nice enough let him roll around in dirt for a week.