kerewin's whine cellar

Just A Little Bit Of Humor

This weekend has been a lot about healing. Last weekend, when my parents were in town, in a most unfortunate example of timing, I realized that I was unhappy. I didn't like myself, I didn't like my husband, and I certainly didn't like how we were living totally separate lives, while under the same roof.

He has a lot of interests and desires and he is such a major geek that when he likes something he not only collects that thing, but also spends time endlessly researching said item, and also joining some group of people who also collect it. Since he is interested in monorails, biodiesel, amiga computers, politics,Volkswagens, and pinball machines to name a few you can see that he has little free time. This was fine back when I worked in a restaurant and wasn't home in the evenings or on weekends. Now that I have my evenings (mostly) free and weekends off, the time apart seems a little more glaring. Lately, with my collusion, we have spent a decent amount of money on the Hub's projects. Still, I was left feeling like my desires were much less important, and I readily admit to that being my fault for not voicing them. Also, I was working a lot, and when not working, doing some volunteer stuff on the side that was kicking my ass. So I am certainly not blameless.

So I kind of bubbled over in misery all this stuff I kept in. I wanted to get rid of all this shit we have collected. We are both genetically geared towards packratism and it is making me sick. Also a new stove is in order since the ancient one here is on the fritz. While we are at it, how about some slate kitchen floors, or donating all the old clothes we have and don't wear anymore, and just WHAT about that huge pile of clean clothes that lives on top of the washing machine? (Hello, could that have anything to do with the fact that our dressers are full of clothes we never wear anymore?) What about a consistent cleaning schedule, or a night a week that we spend with each other, or new goddamn windows?

So we agreed to do a lot of "Spring Cleaning" this weekend. Let me tell you, we have a lot of crap to donate. About 8 boxes worth. We weren't slaves to our mission, however, so we have more to do as the days go by this week. Still, it is starting to feel much more open here and it feels really good. So we rewarded ourselves with a movie. The Forty Year Old Virgin. I was worried that all the hype would make this not very enjoyable. Then there was this set of girls sitting right behind us that were laughing even before the dialogue was finished on screen. Plus the first 10 minutes just didn't seem that funny to me. And yet...it was one of the sweetest, most hilarious, sick, twisted bit of cinema I have seen it a long time. It definitely earned its R rating. When I left the theater my throat was sore and my stomach hurt from laughing. The final scene is the most gut-busting thing I have seen in a good long time.

Steve Carrell has no shame. Or pride. I really, really wish he hadn't participated in the U.S. version of The Office.

In other good news, I, asshole is back online. Go. Go now.

Posted by kerewin at September 5, 2005 10:57 PM