Friday, August 19, 2011

Living Together Observations: Part 2...

My friend, Bobtail, said she had a good time reading my first installment, so before I head out for the weekend here's part II of my observations of living with your significant other.

1: You need two TVs. You know what is a really terrible show (in my opinion, though I have since learned not to express that opinion out loud)? Dance Moms. Yup. That exists. Last week I busied myself with laundry, dinner and trimming my nose hair. The only thing to get me away from it in the future will be the addition of another TV. You might say, "read a book. Aren't you a writer and avid reader?" Seems reasonable, but I need something more active to get my mind off the fact that the show exists.

2: Dinner is more complicated. We ate dinner together most nights before we moved in, but usually she'd come over and eat whatever I was making. Now we have to decide ahead of time what we both want to eat. Not a huge problem yet, but I can see it being an issue when I want wings and she wants a burger. Rocky times ahead, people.

3: Bed time. I'm used to going to bed when I feel like it and generally it's the same time as her. Sometimes, like last night's Halo time, I want to stay up a little later. Which means, I have to do my killing quietly, tip-toe around (which always leads to stepping on a cat toy), and I can't cuss at the screen. This isn't so bad. The worst part is when you get in bed and all you've got is the edge. The edge! I hate the edge, but I swear, every time I get in bed after her, I'm relegated to sleeping on the edge trying to avoid her outstretched arms and legs.

That's all for now. It's almost 5 and I'm about to punch out (figuratively speaking since we don't have a time clock, though aren't all clocks 'time clocks'?).

Clear eyes, full hearts. Party at my place tomorrow. Be there or be square.

-M, p, z & shredder

I'm Not the Only One...

Whenever the topic of favorite places in the world or country come up, I've long held the belief that I need not stray far from home to find mine. The combined area of Sleeping Bear Dunes, Traverse City, Charlevoix and Petosky (all right next to each other) has been my favorite location I've ever been since I first ventured up north.

As you've probably seen around the many Michiganders posting it on their fb pages, I'm not alone. Apparently tens of thousands of people voted and Sleeping Bear Dunes was crowned the most beautiful place in America. While not news to me, it's nice that it's getting some national recognition, especially for a state that most people think of as looking like downtown Detroit in the first Robocop.

There's really nothing that makes me happier than being up there out on Lake Michigan. If you haven't been, make the trip, it's worth it.

Clear eyes, full hearts.

-M, p, z & shredder

Living Together Observations: Part 1...

You may ask, "where the f*&^ have you been swami-says?" Well I'll tell you. I don't usually blog about relationships and the like but changes have come about that I feel compelled to blog about.

A few weeks ago, Nebraska (my gf) and I moved in together. That's right, kids. It's kind of like going to Rivindale, only if Frodo didn't have any friends with him. It's something you can't really get a grasp on unless you do it. It's been about 3 weeks or so now and here are my first observations:

1: There's an endless amount of things to do. When we moved in I naturally assumed the time it took to clean, do dishes, laundry etc. would decrease by half. Instead, not only has it not decreased but it's seemingly increased. There is always something that needs to be done. It doesn't make sense. I blame the smaller-than-normal dishwasher, but still, it can't count for everything.

2: Toilet paper vanishes. I'm used to living by myself and a roll will last me a very very long time. I'm talking about a month more or less. Living with a girl changes that. I think we're averaging about 2 rolls a week. A week! No wonder girls by that one-ply crap. It's just not reasonable to by the expensive stuff. Might need to get another dispenser for myself because I seriously can't live without my Charmin Ultra.

3: Master Chief and I are finding it hard to hang out. I was under the impression that my routine of coming home from work and playing Halo all night would remain intact. It hasn't. I didn't even get to hook up my Xbox until last week. Last night, literally as soon as I turned it on, she told me she wanted to watch Jersey Shore (which I love but was not ready to do that) so we did. I had to wait until she went to bed to play.

Anyway, there's also good things about it. For example, if she's going to the store I can ask her to pick me up some stuff too. There's other good things but they're pretty lame so we wont talk about them here.

Clear eyes, full hearts.

-M, p, z & shredder

Your Boy Is Back...

And for the umpteenth time, I've come back from hiatus. You know what I realized? Working full time is not conducive to having a blog. Especially when your job is writing. The last thing I want to do when I get home is open the computer I use for 8 or 9 hours a day and write more.

So instead, I'll write while I'm at work. Lunch breaks are more fun when you're not working anyway.

You know what's cool? Being a writer. I wouldn't have thought it growing up, but I'll be damned if David Duchovny didn't make it seem like the most noble, bad-ass profession the world has ever seen. While I'm no Hank Moody, I do have the luxury of being able to tell people that I'm a writer, though to be fair, I'm pretty sure my job is one that Hank Moody would rather set himself on fire than do, but you can't win 'em all.

I'm gonna post 4 times today. Watch me. Go big (I think I was gonna start saying something new but I forgot what. I'll have to go through the archives and see).

-M, p, z & shredder