Our Saturday Story

This fine and sunny Saturday morning, Hubby made me my favorite breakfast - bacon and french toasts drizzled with Maine maple syrup. It was just the perfect thing to jumpstart my day on this cold winter morning. And it was such a nice gesture from Hubby. But it was not like that a year ago.

So, let me tell you a story!

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On Saturday mornings, I used to make us breakfast in bed. It was not really meant to be the typical romantic quote-and-unquote-with-matching-finger-gesture “breakfast”. It was just an ordinary breakfast in bed for lazy people like us.

Well, being able to lie in bed till noontime in my jammies feels like holiday to someone who wakes up at 4 in the morning to leave for work at 20 minutes pass five. [My side of the story.] And being able to lie in bed till noontime watching TV even if the shows are just paid advertisements is definitely a welcome change from a whole day pounding or sanding walls. [Hubby’s side of the story.]

Given both sides of the story, we got used to having breakfast in bed every Saturday to celebrate our “lazy side of the story”.

And like any ordinary story there is a climax and anti-climax to it. The climax… Hubby lies in bed and enjoining the breakfast in bed and the anti-climax, me making the breakfast in the kitchen. Being a wife, in this double standard society, it is my role to make breakfast and it is Hubby’s role to stay in bed and wait. Oh well, blame it to my bladder. I have no choice but to get up and take my first trip to the bathroom and yes, since I am already up and hungry I had to make breakfast. So it has nothing to do with the role issues I stated earlier. It was more on my bladder issue.

But Hubby after some threatening and guilt-inducing blackmail finally made breakfast one fine Saturday morning even if I already took a couple of trips to the bathroom and already facebooking. The first time he made me breakfast was not what I expected because he just went to the store to buy breakfast sandwich at Dunkin Donuts. But eventually, he began to give in to the idea that making breakfast for his lovely wife makes him a loving and romantic husband. And I really appreciate it.

And since then, we take turns in making breakfast and enjoy our only day of the week where we truly have time for each other.

10 inches and adding

Ten inches of snow! Are you kidding me?

I woke up this morning to a white background again. Snow storm! I didn't have a clue until I had to get up and took my first trip to the bathroom.

I have not left the house since yesterday. I was officially on house arrest since then. I don't know. I am sick, maybe? I am sick of a disease called... laziness. I am sick and tired of this weather. I can't do much and I am too lazy to get dress and drive around.

On the lighter note... at least I have more time for blogging and updating my blogs... catching up with friends online... facebooking... crawling in bed... doing the laundry... eating... eating... and eating. There goes my one and only New Year's Resolution! Thanks to snow storm.

After breakfast which Hubby cut out this morning by the way, I had the urgency to check my phone. Unfortunately, I didn't even realize that I left my phone in the car last Saturday. So Hubby was forced to do the plowing job right away to get the phone in my car instead of staying in front of the TV watching his favorite channel.

This is Maine! Welcome to my world!

The Typical Wife

One of the challenges facing any blogger in this world wide blogosphere is coming up with new ideas to write about.

As a wife, I have many ideas but most of my ideas are not good enough for writing. I am a typical wife with lots of dirty laundry quite figuratively and literally speaking.

As a sensible wife, it is not descent to wash my dirty laundry in public, if you know what I mean. Well, my dirty laundry, figuratively speaking is not as dirty as the Jon-and-Kate-plus-8 circus extravaganza or as juicy as Brat-Pitt-Angelina-Jolie-high-profile spectacle.

As a carpenter's wife, my kind of dirty laundry, figuratively speaking, is just as simple as whining about the trash that Hubby always forgets to take out.

Well, I am a typical wife married to a typical guy. We live a typical life with all the typical perks and sides. We struggle like any typical couple trying to survive the typical economic crisis. We try to have fun together as typical Mainers enjoying what the typical Maine seasons can offer for fun. And most importantly, we love each other like typical people who treat each passing day like a typical day.

Of freezing temp and loose change

I woke up to another freezing temperature this morning. It was in a single digit. Yeah, below 3 degrees! Brrrrrrrrrr.

Oh well, I can only whine and whine but that won't really help keep me warm. I live in Maine so it's normal. At least it’s not snowing. I will surely be pissed if I will have another auto body repair service for having another bad collision due to icy road. [Knock on wood!]

Since we have freezing temperature, I am not really surprised to see my cranberry juice which I left in my car last night… frozen. Great! Maybe I should turn the refrigerator off and just put all my food in a bucket and tote and put them in the snow bank. In that case I will be able to save on electric bill. hahahaha

And speaking of saving… I found Hubby rolling up some dimes this morning when I got home from work. Hubby always puts his change in an old wipes dispenser box. Eventually the loose change accumulated and the box instantly turned into piggy bank.

Today he rolled up 100$ worth of dimes and as usual I will bring it to the bank so I can change it into a dollar bill. Not bad huh!

I know... I know...

This year, I’m planning to start dieting again.

I know! I know! I have mentioned about dieting many times before. And I have blogged about it too for the Nth time across my five blogs. I can’t help it. I do want to slim down. I have the drive. I have the momentum. And I have the desire. What I don’t have though… is time and perseverance! Oh how I wish I have the metabolism like other people who can eat like a truck driver but never gain weight.

I know! I know! I always have alibis. And I have a really valid alibi for not achieving the “hot body” that I so desire to knock my Hubby off. He is my Alibi! He always tells me… I love you for what You are and You are sexy in my eyes! Too bad, I believe him so!

I know! I know! There are lots of options that I can take to achieve my goal and lap-band the woodlands could be the future journey of my life to my dream figure. Or better yet, take the long and winding road of the treadmill and die in exhaustion.

I know! I know! I have promised myself that this summer… I will be with my cousin in Malibu. So... let's see if I will be clad in sexy bathing suit or long gown!

Few Minutes Bonding with Hubby

I came home from work today hoping that I could take an early nap because I didn't get enough sleep last night. Oh well, it was CSI: Miami night so hubby and I stayed up passed our bedtime.

As I drove our icy driveway, Hubby's truck was still there so I was assuming he was home. I heard the sound of an engine running by the shed outback so I knew he was there messing up with the snowmobile. And I was right. After a few minutes I heard the motor roaring and there he was cruising in the snow covered backyard.

I was already preparing for my beauty sleep when he barged into the bedroom and asked if I want to go snowmobiling. I was like… "are you kidding me?". I was bundled up in seconds. Well, he knows I love snowmobiling. It's as if, he was asking a little girl if she wants a candy.

I was cruising in the backyard.... at 10 miles per hour. Geez, my arms were sore so I was having a hard time maneuvering the big boy. After few minutes I gave up. Hubby then took over and we went around the woods to check some deer tracks outback.

For few minutes, I had fun with Hubby before he finally left for work. After he left... I did some Math... Snowmobile= $7,000.00; First Gear = $175.95; Gas = $2.96; Few minutes with Hubby = PRICELESS! Spending quality time with him is indeed something precious now considering that we seldom find time for each other due to our busy schedule.