Monthly Archives: March 2010

Where In The World Is…

My husband likes to be on the cutting edge of technology, especially when it comes to social media.  He was on twitter before most people had even heard of it.  And boy, was that annoying.  I would get constant updates of how many followers he had and every time he reached a milestone, I’d have to hear about it.  (“I just reached 100 followers!”; “I’m only 27 away from 500!”)

Anyway, this twitter thing actually got kind of big (and, of course, my husband felt a bit smug); he stopped telling me how many followers he had all the time and life returned to normal.  But then he discovered foursquare.  Are you familiar with foursquare?  It’s basically somebody telling their twitter followers or facebook friends where they are.  All.  The.  Time.





Could this be any more annoying?  Yes, I follow my husband on twitter and there have been many times I’ve considered unfollowing him because I simply don’t care where he is every second of the day.

The other night, we were out at dinner celebrating our anniversary.  When he pulled out his phone at the table, I instantly knew what he was doing.  Yup, he was “checking in”.  Romantic, huh?

This whole thing has gotten out of control!

So you see, my husband clearly has a problem.  Some women often wonder what their husbands are up to; I wonder if there’s any way I can not know what my husband is up to.  Yes, it may be time to unfollow him.
(If you’re a glutton for punishment and you’d like to know where my husband is at any given moment, feel free to follow him on twitter: @standupkid.  But don’t say I didn’t warn you…)

On This Day Last Year…

Photo by Anna Kuperberg (www.kuperberg.com)

Photo by Anna Kuperberg (www.kuperberg.com)

Photo by Anna Kuperberg (www.kuperberg.com)

The weather was beautiful.  The food was delicious.  The venue was gorgeous. The wine was some of the best we’ve ever had.  We were surrounded by only those most important to us.  But the best part?  On this day last year, I married the man who -while certainly annoying- is also the kindest and most thoughtful husband I could have ever hoped to have.  And as another big day quickly approaches, I know he’ll also be an amazing father.

Happy Anniversary to my Annoying Husband!

Photo by Anna Kuperberg (www.kuperberg.com)

Pain Management

It’s about that time that my husband and I are starting to come up with a birth plan.  Call us (or me, really) stupid but we’re hoping to do it the ‘all natural’ way – without any pain medication or intervention.  Yeah, I know what most of you (especially you mothers out there) are thinking and you’re probably right.  Even with the best of intentions, I’ll likely be offering up my first-born child for an epidural.

Anyway, among other reasons, we made this decision after doing a bit of research and discovering that the drugs they give you to speed up labor often make it much more intense and painful which then makes most women pretty much beg for relief of any kind.

[I'll pause now so women who have already been through this can laugh at my naiveté and tell me that the drugs were the only thing that kept them from killing their doctor, nurses, husband and anybody else who dared enter their sight.  Done?  Ok, let's continue...]

The other day I mentioned to my husband that it might be difficult for him to watch me in pain even though the end result is (hopefully) totally worth it.  You know what he said?

“But if you do it naturally, there shouldn’t be any pain.”

That’s not the best part, though.  The other day we saw a promo for the news anchor that would be getting a live colonoscopy on the air.  And you know what my husband said then?

“That means he has to be awake!  When I get a colonoscopy, I want to be completely knocked out.”

Guest Post: “Your Mother…”

[Today's post comes to us from Kelly, whose husband seems to think he's a comedian.  (Actually, it seems like most men think they're hilarious even when they're not.  As long as they're amusing themselves...)  You can find more on Kelly's blog at http://chroniclesofanewwife.blogspot.com/.  Thanks, Kelly! 

If you've got a funny story or pictures to share, send them to me at myhusbandisannoying@live.com]

The husband likes to think he’s funny. He tells me all the time. “But babe, I’m funny!”

The problem is, his idea of funny and my idea of funny are completely different. I mean completely.

I have to tell you that the husband is a high school teacher, so he deals with 16 year olds all day. And inevitably, he picks up on their lingo. And uses it. And thinks he’s funny. He also picks up on their 16 year old behavior. And things that should not be funny, entertaining or at all interesting to a 28 year old man are suddenly hysterical, enjoyable and applied to his and my every day life.

Recently, he started using the phrase ‘your mother’ all the time. Our conversations would go something like:

Me: Babe do you want some pasta with the chicken?

Husband: Your mother wants pasta.

Huh?  At first this confused me.  That doesn’t even make sense.  My mother wants pasta?  What??

And he found this hysterical.  In fact, the more confused I was, the funnier he thought it was.  And because he found it so entertaining it only encouraged him to use it  more.

Me: Do you need socks babe?

Husband: Your mother needs socks. 

Me: I really want some brownies.

Husband: Your mother wants brownies.

And so it goes.

I partially blame the 16 year olds. I purposely do not laugh at these ‘your mother’ moments. I know laughter fuels the fire and I just don’t want to go there. The problem is at work. I imagine him standing at the front, commanding attention from the helpless teens. They have to listen to these tales of torture that the husband bestows upon me. And of course they are going to laugh. Afterall, these stories are much more entertaining than learning about the causes of the french revolution. Although I understand their dilemma, they are truly working against me.

Possibly the worst part about it all is the husband does not see it this way. He comes home day after day telling me how funny his students think he is. Reasoning with him that they find him hilarious because they are immature, hormonal 16 year olds who are trapped in his class does not work. He will forever think of himself as being a comedian.

-Kelly

Moving Day

My husband and I decided that having  a baby, 3 dogs and a cat in a small one-bedroom apartment just wasn’t going to work for us so we sucked it up and found a place in the ‘burbs.  Yeah, that’s right…we’re a cliché but at least we’re a cliché with an extra bathroom and a guest bedroom! 

Anyway, anybody who has ever moved before knows what a horrific experience it is.  And yet, because we’re not the smartest people on the planet, we decided that we wouldn’t hire movers in order to save  money.  I wasn’t sure about this plan but my husband assured me that it would be no problem.  Keep in mind that I’m about 7 months pregnant so lifting heavy boxes is probably not a wise idea.  Still, he insisted that he’d be fine.  When I worried about not having enough people to help out, he was unconcerned.  And when my mother called and said she had at least two people who could assist with the move, my husband actually said, “I don’t think we’ll need any help.”  Huh??  Did my husband honestly think that we could not only move our whole apartment but also everything in the storage facility we rented by ourselves?  Why yes, he did. 

(Keep this in the back of your mind though: about a week before the move, we bought a solid wood dining room table that my husband had to carry into and out of a van and then into the elevator leading up to our apartment by himself and he complained of being sore for the next three days.)

A day before the big move we woke up to a snowstorm.  A storm that forecasters were predicting would drop about 20 or more inches of snow on the ground in the next 24 hours.  And so I put my foot down and spent the day calling movers and, miraculously, found some  that were actually available the next day due to a cancellation.  You know what my husband said? 

“What a relief!  There was no way I could have done the move all by myself!”