Monthly Archives: November 2009

Stay Tuned…

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I may  regret this.  In fact, I know I’ll regret it.  But tomorrow is my husband’s birthday and as a very special present to him, I’ll be turning the blog over to him. I don’t know what to expect but I imagine that he’ll be telling you all about how annoying I can be.  Yes, I realize that this could go very badly but truthfully, I forgot to go shopping for a birthday present and figured that I could pass this off as one.  Pretty clever, huh?  So, stay tuned and make sure you check out the blog tomorrow for a rare chance for my husband to turn the tables on me.

(Hey, honey?  Can you go easy on me?  I’m sensitive. Love ya!)

Whoo-hoo…Photo Friday!

From Ashley:

“After reading the guest post about the annoying husband and his pet I couldn’t resist sending a picture of my annoying husband.  He basically tortures our dog Murphy and somehow it always happens to be taking place in whatever room I am in at the time, even though we have a very nice backyard that would be perfect for his annoying antics!  Usually this involves making the dog chase his tail while encouraging him in the most high pitched voice possible.  In this photo he happened to get the urge to use the dog’s harness as a means to ride him like a horse. As you can see, he’s a very small dog. (Sorry that the picture is a little blurry but it was an action shot taken from my phone.)”

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From Michele:

“My husband joined me in the Minnie Marathon a few years ago which was geared towards female participants.  The techical shirts they gave to participants were cut for women and here is a picture of my husband trying his on for size and fit.  Thank goodness he opted for a shirt of his own!”

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From Crystal:

“Every time we go to a restaurant, I have to watch out for the dreaded ‘spooneyes’.”

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From Lesli:

“When my husband suggested taking our five month old daughter to a local park on an unusually sunny day, I thought it was a great idea. He, however, seemed to enjoy it much more. In one photo you can see our daughter, clearly sleeping the day away. The second picture is proof that it wasn’t my idea. He really loves these things!”

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And finally, even though our Halloween Photo Friday was last week, I thought this picture from Brenda was just too good to not share:

“Ok, so you think the chicken suit was bad (which yes, it’s very unflattering), I’m sorry but I think the most embarrassing costume award goes to my husband.  He had to go all out of course and wear women’s perfume, pink lipstick, pink nail polish and my grandmother’s jewelry!  Note, the crown says ‘Queen-is-a-fella’”

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♦Don’t forget to keep ‘em coming!  And MEN, I’m still waiting to get some pictures from you guys of your wives or girlfriends.  You know you have them so don’t be shy!  Send all photos and guest blog entries to: myhusbandisannoying@live.com

 



Garbage Wars

My husband and I are in an all-out garbage war.  Yes, we’ve chosen sides and are standing our ground.  Because this is my blog, I’m going to just say it clearly: I’m right.  Now judge for yourself.

I have this very nice (if one can actually use those words to describe this) garbage can.  It’s stainless steel, is fairly large and has one of those nifty foot pedals for easy insertion of trash.  Really, it couldn’t be more perfect as far as garbage cans go.  Before my husband moved in with me, all trash went directly into this garbage can.  And since then?  It remains woefully empty.  Basically, a “decorative” vessel that’s not all that pretty to look at simply taking up space in the kitchen which has no space to spare.

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My husband’s method of storing garbage until it’s ready to go to the incinerator? A plastic supermarket bag that he hangs from the knob of one our cabinets, not only making it unsightly and sometimes smelly but also making it difficult and frustrating to get into that cabinet.  I have to push the bag aside while I open one of the cabinet doors and grasp for what I want with one hand because I have to hold the bag to the side with the other.

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I’m constantly perplexed by this.  What, exactly, is the advantage of this ugly plastic bag over the actual garbage can?  He claims that because we don’t have the garbage bags that fit the can, it’s too difficult to make the plastic bags stay taut and the weight of the trash make the bag fall into the can.  And on the few occasions in which I’ve actually convinced him to use the garbage can, he basically just piles the trash on top of the bag thereby making the bag essentially useless. All I can say is this: I never had a problem with using the garbage can before he moved in.  Not once.  So what exactly does he find so hard about it?

Guest Post: The Chef’s Hat

[It's time for another Guest Post...if you want to be considered as a guest blogger, send me your story -along with any pictures you may want included- to myhusbandisannoying@live.com.  Thanks to Andrea for being today's guest blogger!]

My boyfriend Doug loves to cook for my girls and I. He just has one request. He must wear his special chef’s hat while cooking. Now, this doesn’t just apply to grilling on the bbq. This is for anything from Thanksgiving dinner to boiling water. He looks adorable mind you but when people pass by our apartment, they stare in confusion. Here is a photo of Doug with his special hat:

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So you see, it’s a Schaefer box. It is always a Schaefer box. If we don’t have an empty box of Schaefer, he stops all, and goes to buy Schaefer just to have the special hat. My children have gotten used to this tradition. They have often been left waiting for their dinner while Doug goes to buy a box of Schaefer. My 6 year old now knows to ask, before we start to cook, “do we have a Schaefer box?”

I love him dearly and I wouldn’t want to taste his hamburgers if he wasn’t wearing his hat!

-Andrea