point of view

Tonight I was in the kitchen feverishly trying to make something quick for my primary activity (I had to be there in 10 minutes). I almost didn’t notice, but as I turned around from my kitchen aid to pull out a spatula I caught a glimps of JM’s rear end hanging out of the refrigerator. “Ahhha! Get out of there!”, I said. Smirking, JM pulled out food that had seen better days one by one. He continually interupted what I was doing to ask for “permission to dispose”. Clearly he was trying to make a point and poke fun at my blog entry. Finally I said, “JM if it looks like it has mold on it YOU DON’T HAVE TO ASK ME!” Laughing he said, “Well I thought I’d make sure…you never know what I might accidently throw down the disposal. See hun, the refrigerator needs me…otherwise we end up with food like this!” I looked up and he was holding up something that had once resembled food, but I couldn’t make out what it was. I guess your right JM, you can clean the refrigerator. But stay away from food that resembles food.

This was a blog entry I started and never finished in December. I finally have time to finish it…..

My husband is a bit of a clean freak. It’s great at times due to his huge help around the house. I don’t complain too much because it’s nice to have an extra set of hands on the daily chores. But I do admit, if he didn’t clean our house as much as he does, we’d never have our house as clean as he’d like it (that’s his incentive). Every so often he goes on a rant around the house picking out everything out of place or unstraightened. You can see the frustration in his eyes after the rant is over. He then comes to me and says, “I can’t take it” and overhauls the entire house. I usually don’t mind it (remember he’s the one cleaning), however when it comes to cleaning the refrigerator I hate it. Last week was a perfect example of an overhaul gone bad. We had the missionaries and some friends over for dinner. I went to the grocery store and bought some items to make sundaes. I also made some rolls to go with the honey butter my friend had so generously made for us for christmas (she dropped it by that morning). My husband went on his rant just before our guests arrived, and without me knowing what he was doing decided it was the appropriate time to clean the refrigerator just minutes before they arrived (like they were really going to inspect our refrigerator?) Okay so there were some fruits that had gone bad, but to my surprise when we sat down to dinner the honey butter was missing.

Me: “Hun, where is the honey butter?”
JM: “What honey butter?”
Me: The one that Jen had dropped by this morning?
JM: I never saw any honey butter
Me: It was in a plastic container and it looked like whipped butter
JM: Oh I threw that away.
Me: What!?
JM: Well it looked like old frosting from your primary activity.
Me: JM it was made yesterday.
JM: Sorry. It did look a little odd when I scooped it out and threw it down the garbage disposal.

Me: You put it down where? I can’t believe you threw away a perfectly good tub of butter.
JM: Well, how am I suppose to know what is new and not new?
Me: Well, how about not throwing things away that you don’t know how old they are?
JM: Yeah, okay.
(Secretly I was ticked (this was not the first time he has done this) but I kept my composure for my guests.)

Dinner continued minus the ever so delicious home-made honeybutter that JM had thrown down the garbage disposal.

Dessert was just about to arrive, when I stated we had two kinds of ice cream. Vanilla and Chocolate Brownie
JM: “We don’t have vanilla”
Me: What do you mean we don’t have vanilla?
JM: I threw that away too. It was old.
Me: What, I just bought that.
JM: Well it was used.
Me: Ice cream is not bad if it has a few scoops taken out of it.
JM: (Laughing) I think I am in trouble.
(Missionaries are now dying of laughter)

Me: Okay, well we do have whipped cream and nuts.
JM: We don’t have whipped cream.
Me: What!? (This is where I lost it)

JM: Yeah I threw that away too.

Me: JM I can’t believe you cleaned the refrigerator again. You stay away from the refrigerator from now on (like that is really going to work) You do this all the time and I am sick of it! (Missionarys chuckling under their breath. They can’t believe they actually get front row seats to a funny argument about honey butter and whipped cream)

Missionaries: I would hate to be you right now JM, you might be sleeping on the couch…hehehe.

JM: You’re right honey, I’m sorry.

Needless to say, JM learned his lesson and has not since cleaned the refrigerator. However, he did throw away my quilting book and I’ve found other things missing in my office. JM…don’t throw anything away unless it’s yours!

The end.

I thought I would get on the bandwagon and start my own blog page. Though I may be a graphic designer, I recently found out how behind the times I am as far as the internet goes. My brother’s last post on his blog was all about how he and his fiance are corresponding thier long distance relationship via web cam. WEB CAM? What the heck? Wasn’t that like on Back to the Future? (Oh wait, I think that was a phone cam). Either way, I know it’s been around for a long time, but people really use it to keep in touch? I guess my brother does, and maybe a few of you too. So here I am going with the technology flow. Everyone wants to write their story online, why not me? I mean, why should I read everyone else’s story and not contribute to this addiction that has captivated my sister and other friends of mine? Hopefully I can have fun without offering too much information about myself. I have that problem. Everytime I bare my testimony in church I have “testimony remorse” the next day. That’s what I call it anyway. “Why did I say that?” echos through my head throughout the following day. To everyone else delight my “open book” approach either turns into great entertainment or great amounts of awkwardness. Hopefully this blog page won’t turn into the latter.