September | 2012 | Necessary Unnecessaries

I’ve been trying to post this for two or three days now to little avail. Here we go!

We have this brutal dinner to attend on Saturday at my parents house. T’would be nice if you could come, because then it wouldn’t be so brutal. They arranged the dinner so that we could talk to total strangers about their vastly different experiences getting into Canada. Because we clearly have no idea what we’re doing…Trod, trod, trod.

I have noticed my parents are giving us more space since we got married, but there are instances that still occur where I feel like J and I are just playing dress-up around the adults. There’s been some “So, me and your dad were thinking you should…”

It’s kind of awful, because I wish my mother knew I don’t like saying no to her. When I am constantly having to say no to her, I know it makes her feel like she’s not being effective with whatever she’s suggesting, so she doubles her efforts (kind of like killing a chicken with a shot gun) and it turns into me looking like a total jackass all the time. You know, the girl who doesn’t listen to her dear Mum *gasp*.

We were boating on Saturday, and had Dad’s boat on the very far end of Thunder, with the whole family in it (me, J, Mom, Dad, Grandma and Grandpa), and the boat engine quit. This event had been proceeded by some “your dad and I would like you to…” conversation, and I hate to say it, but I caught myself guessing how long it would take to swim to shore, hauling J in his life-jacket behind me (can’t swim). J and I kind of looked at each other in horror for a second, and then the boat started up.

I know they mean well, and I’m lucky they care so much, and that I am immensely spoiled…I really am. They always mean well, kind of like incredibly happy people that hug you so hard that you feel like your ribs are cracking. But they didn’t mean to crack your ribs and send a bone shard into your stomach muscle, they were just terribly happy to see you because they think you’re the greatest thing since sliced cheese.

In seriousness, it’s been hella too long my hizzo..we need to do something, pront-o. And J is so wonderfully funny and hilarious all the time that I’m starting to feel bad that I have him all to myself with no one to share him with. I feel like I’m hiding the Easter bunny from children. Having made the bed for every single day except one[1], and keeping the house insanely clean, while training one very badly behaved cat to finally be good and fixing a myriad of broken “stuff”, he needs to get out of the house, badly.

Do you remember that green Bissell vacuum I had that was super awesome when I first got it, and then somehow started acting retarded only three months later? I never threw it out (the chance never presented itself), and J said, “hey, why don’t we use this vacuum instead of the shop vac? Also, shop vac in the house = huh?”

I said, “because it is broken, broken like my now-haplessly domesticated spirit.”

And that newly minted hoser totally fixed it, and it runs perfectly now. I was kind of upset about it at first, because it was one of those situations where I learned something new about the vacuum that was right in front of me for years that I have taken apart (sometimes quite dramatically) a couple of times. But then he turned it on and it vacuumed my bleeding heart.

[1] It’s not what you think. We had a Friday at one point where at 8:30 pm we both said, “let’s just lie down, just for five minutes, just enough for momentary eye-shutting” and woke up at 2 p.m. We are old!