Friday, August 21, 2009

Great Expectations

Marriage is the only adventure open to the cowardly.
Voltaire (1694 - 1778)

I expect A LOT of my significant other. Quite honestly, my marriage is probably the ONLY place in my life that I seek or expect the highest level of focus and achievement on both parties involved. My life's calling should demand that I hold my students to the highest expectations and while I admit that I try, I must admit that I teeter on a tight rope between what I know they can do and what they really WILL do. Character flaw--whatever. My s.o., however, rarely gets any breaks in that area. I expect unfailing devotion, undivided attention, unwavering loyalty, and an unalterable passion. He must complete all manyly tasks without an utterance of question, in a timely fashion, and with perfection. I define what "manyly" tasks are btw. They encompass everything from driving to taking out the trash. Mind-reading and reading between the lines are necessary to meet my expectations. Did I forget pampering, massaging, and anticipating my chocolate and alcohol needs? He must discipline the children, tend laundry, make beds--be one hell of a multi-tasking m'fucker! Agility and speed are also necessary. He must be able to dodge moving objects and race to solve problems. Stamina. This is a must--a man with fortitude who knows how to "hunker down and pray for daylight." I am one demanding, high-maintenance, driven diva and thank you Lord that I have a mate who can keep up!!!!!!!! Mr., you rock at being my man!

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

WTF? Mr. Computer Voice


So, I'm minding my own business when the phone rings and it's a number I don't know. Typically, I say, "Fuck 'em" and ignore. This time, I actually answered. It was . . . . Mr. Computer Voice reminding me about an appointment that is in a WEEK! My first thought was, "Oh, shit, I've got an appointment tomorrow? That's tomorrow? How could I forget!" While I'm having this inner dialogue with myself HE continues to talk. I start screaming to the phone, "Wait, wait, what???" I frantically look for a pencil, a pen, blood, SOMEthing that will write. He continues barking orders in his monotone voice--park in the South Parking Lot--which lot? what street? I smash my fingers in the drawer searching for the pencil--FFFFFFFFUUUUUUUCCCCCKKKK, that hurts. I keep looking, trying to listen, come how early? bring what??? call what number for questions????
WTF??????????????????????? Did I mention "the reminder" is for an appointment that is NEXT week?