Sunday, October 31, 2010

Anatomy of a Fight

This being an educational blog and all, I thought I’d give you a lesson on the Anatomy of a Fight.  This is a glimpse into the world of a newly married couple, one of whom is an OCD Control Freak who cannot compromise or admit fault and the other who is a generally calm person who rationally sees the situation.  I don’t think I need to put labels on who is who.

Anatomy of a Fight:

Me—Notice something slightly out of place, like a belt on the couch or a dish in the bedroom.  Sarcastically mention this to K.

K—Apologizes and goes to rectify gets the offending item.

Me—Refuse to let K do it, insist that I will do it since I do EVERYTHING.  (Usually, a dramatic eye roll is inserted here for effect).

K—Tries to diffuse the situation with a variety of tactics.

Me—Realize that I am probably wrong, but commence to freak out to K about why I always have to do everything.  This can also include bringing up pointless evidence from past offenses.  Clearly, grasping at straws to win the argument, 

K—Rationally lists all the things he DOES do around the house, rendering my argument null and void.

Me—Inwardly realize that I am totally wrong, outwardly burst into the flames of a complete meltdown.

K—Cuddles me and apologizes for being a jerk that never cleans up and never does anything.

Me—Accepts his apology, but still pouts for the next 3 hours.

So even though I am basically wrong in about 90% of the fights, I have yet to lose.  This is because K loves me and knows that me losing = firebolts of death.  So he throws himself under the bus.  That, my friends, is love.  In my defense, I have gotten better about not instigating the fights, and have been known to apologize once or twice.  It’s called PROGRESS.

Wednesday, October 27, 2010

Excuse me, my wine glass is empty......

Has it really been a month since I have blogged?  YIKES.  Sorry Mom.  And Daddy, apparently.  Knowing that my parents read this blog severely limits my topical abilities.  So I'll just talk about doing the dishes and going to church.  Cause I do those.  I won't mention that I drank a bottle of Sangria for dinner yesterday.  In my defense, there was also Nutella involved.  That's healthy, according to the lady in the commercial.

Jealous much?
But I will write about my new favorite thing.  The Swiffer Vac.  Did I just say that?  Gross.  Is this what my life has come to that the most exciting thing in my life is a Swiffer Vac?  This is just another notch in my belt on my quest to be the most geriatric 28-year old on the planet.  Is there a Guinness World Record for that?  I think I meet the requirements.  Go to bed at 9 pm? Check.  Spend my Friday nights doing dusting my china cabinet?  Absolutely.  Mentally admonish teenagers for their loud rock music and too baggy pants?  If by mentally you mean out loud to yourself in the car, then YES.  The world is just going to hell in a handbasket.

Excuse me, it's almost 10 pm and I need to go yell at the 85-year old man next door because his bridge party is getting A LITTLE TOO ROWDY, SIR.