If I were an iPod…where would I be?
My husband, aka the saint, has been turning the house/office upside down looking for his precious iPod since April (he put it away, so he thinks, before we left for our vacation)! The iPod was his Father’s Day’s gift two years ago…TO HIMSELF! I know!! *eye rolling*
This is a guy who can itemize what we had for dinner on our first date (in alphabetical order), 15 years ago, and what I wore down to my shoes…what did you think I was going to say? Down to my skivvies (more about this later)?!! And now he doesn’t even remember where he put his precious tune maker.
If he can’t locate that iPod soon, the only thing he’s going to receive for Father’s Day this year is this. It’s very appropriate for him since he is my nerd with the capital N! Any electronic gadgets in the market place, you name it…he has it or wishes he owns one.
Not to digress, but I mentioned my skivvies because living in an Asian household with parents whose idea of the birds and the bees talk start with “we are from a nice family, and we don’t do THAT!” And that’s when we all know they, my Mom, was giving us the S-E-X talk.
For all 28 years since I’ve lived with them, before heading off getting hitched to the aforementioned saint, my parents have never mentioned the “S” word. Yes, as in S-E-X. Ooh, there…I said it!
So the only thing we knew anything about sex was from 10th grade sex education in high school. It’s liberating to say that word now, here, on my blog. I just hope she, my Mom, or relatives don’t read this one. *fingers crossed*
Since we have three children, I know this is something we have to discuss with them…when they’re 21!! *shuddering* I swear I will not be like my parents, and will be open-minded about this subject when the time comes. My husband and I already have a devised plan down pat…we will draw sticks to see who’s going to have to do the “talk”! *biting nails*
You know, I should really give you (all 3 readers minus my sisters, and husband) a disclaimer on this blog. It should read “proceed with caution, all materials will be discussed in any order and at any time I see fit (in layman’s term…mumble jumble). In order for me to get from point A to point B, I might have to touch on points K, T and V.”
Back to the subject at hand, I bet you he left it at one of the hotels on his business trips, and that lucky founder has been enjoying Tom Jones ever since. You lucky dog!! “la la la, Delilah”
My husband, aka the saint, has been turning the house/office upside down looking for his precious iPod since April (he put it away, so he thinks, before we left for our vacation)! The iPod was his Father’s Day’s gift two years ago…TO HIMSELF! I know!! *eye rolling*
This is a guy who can itemize what we had for dinner on our first date (in alphabetical order), 15 years ago, and what I wore down to my shoes…what did you think I was going to say? Down to my skivvies (more about this later)?!! And now he doesn’t even remember where he put his precious tune maker.
If he can’t locate that iPod soon, the only thing he’s going to receive for Father’s Day this year is this. It’s very appropriate for him since he is my nerd with the capital N! Any electronic gadgets in the market place, you name it…he has it or wishes he owns one.
Not to digress, but I mentioned my skivvies because living in an Asian household with parents whose idea of the birds and the bees talk start with “we are from a nice family, and we don’t do THAT!” And that’s when we all know they, my Mom, was giving us the S-E-X talk.
For all 28 years since I’ve lived with them, before heading off getting hitched to the aforementioned saint, my parents have never mentioned the “S” word. Yes, as in S-E-X. Ooh, there…I said it!
So the only thing we knew anything about sex was from 10th grade sex education in high school. It’s liberating to say that word now, here, on my blog. I just hope she, my Mom, or relatives don’t read this one. *fingers crossed*
Since we have three children, I know this is something we have to discuss with them…when they’re 21!! *shuddering* I swear I will not be like my parents, and will be open-minded about this subject when the time comes. My husband and I already have a devised plan down pat…we will draw sticks to see who’s going to have to do the “talk”! *biting nails*
You know, I should really give you (all 3 readers minus my sisters, and husband) a disclaimer on this blog. It should read “proceed with caution, all materials will be discussed in any order and at any time I see fit (in layman’s term…mumble jumble). In order for me to get from point A to point B, I might have to touch on points K, T and V.”
Back to the subject at hand, I bet you he left it at one of the hotels on his business trips, and that lucky founder has been enjoying Tom Jones ever since. You lucky dog!! “la la la, Delilah”
Coming from a nice Southern family, I never got “The Talk”. It was just expected that I not “do it”, I guess. The only sex information I got was in school - GASP!
Luckily, we have one son with another little boy due next month - I think my husband gets to have that discussion twice! Because what son wants to have that talk with his mom!!!
I have the ipod woes myself.
sounds like your hub. and I have alot in common.
I never misplace anything. queen of organization.
But I lost my ipod a few weeks ago.
I’m still in mourning…sniff sniff…
Oh, you got my husband all wrong…he’s not MR. Organization, just Mr. I-can-remember-all-the-important-dates-pertaining-to-my-wife. This is the same guy who can’t find his glasses most of the time.
I encouraged him to buy himself another iPod for Father’s Day, why not?! Do you see the pattern here, every 2 years FD’s gift to himself.
So, being Mr. Frugal too, he used his Brookstone gift card (from his b-day) to buy an MP3 player. One day later, the darn thing broke.
Moral of the story #1: “Don’t loose your iPod.”
Moral of the story #2: “Steve Jobs knows what he’s doing. Just fork over the $$ for another iPod!”
Hm maybe there is an IPod black hole out there.
Here is the St. Anthony prayer. It usually works within half an hour:
St. Anthony St. Anthony please come around
Something is lost that must be found
(Name Object) My husband’s iPod
Thank you St. Anthony.
The cool part is that St. Anthony, being a true saint, doesn’t care if you are Catholic.