You know a man is in the house when...
I have lived on my own for almost 4 years. When I found myself single after a long-term relationship/marriage, the most important thing for me was to be alone, by myself, just me, myself and I. And my cats of course, I wouldn't want to be without my furry friends.
I find myself with a roommate now.
Tom is a climbing partner who needed a place to stay for a couple months while working in Calgary. He is from California and my favorite saying of his, as he looks at me incredulously everytime he says it is: "It's snowing AGAIN". My favorite saying back to him is: "You are in CANADA now". Like when he asked me if we had any organic pizza places. Californians have a hard time conceiving that the rest of North America doesn't eat organically every day and that it's expensive. You're in CANADA now TOM.
I've been happy to share my house again and I didn't feel any need to charge Tom rent, since I knew that he was a "handy" sort of guy. And I have plenty of projects for the "handy" guy who knows what a hammer is and likes my 14.5 volt cordless drill. Who am I kidding, most men dig my cordless drill, it's impressive. It's all in the tools baby.
Last night I came home after being away for 3 days and found a surround sound speaker system installed in my basement. Complete with 5.1 channel sound, receiver, centre channel and a myriad of speakers. This is when I knew a man had officially moved into my home.
I think Tom felt I was disadvantaged listening to music through the small speakers attached to my computer. And shook his head at my Walmart stereo system upstairs. I think he was also concerned that we are having a party soon and the music quality was not up to party standards. This was his gift for me letting him stay at my home rent free for a couple months.
Mind you the pay-off for letting Tom stay with me has already been apparent, shelves have been put up, walks are shoveled, I am presented with a latte some mornings and he can cook! Who needs a husband when you have... dare I say it... a grateful man-servant? The rest of the female population should be so lucky. But back OFF, get your own man-servant.
Back to my gift, using technology comes at a price however, and this cost is yet another remote I don't know how to use. A remote for the TV, a remote for the DVD player, a remote for the receiver... Yes yes, everyone knows they should all be programmed into one remote. But memories of my marrried life surface, where we had the mother of all remotes.. which you needed to be an engineer to figure out. Click Auxilary when you wanted to to use the DVD, select Input from the secondary menu, sacrifice the chicken to get the Sattelight dish online.
However, I know I can figure out the rudimentary basics to hear my music in multi-channeled spendor throughout the basement. Tom, can you adjust my pillow and hand me those grapes? Thanks hun.
I find myself with a roommate now.
Tom is a climbing partner who needed a place to stay for a couple months while working in Calgary. He is from California and my favorite saying of his, as he looks at me incredulously everytime he says it is: "It's snowing AGAIN". My favorite saying back to him is: "You are in CANADA now". Like when he asked me if we had any organic pizza places. Californians have a hard time conceiving that the rest of North America doesn't eat organically every day and that it's expensive. You're in CANADA now TOM.
I've been happy to share my house again and I didn't feel any need to charge Tom rent, since I knew that he was a "handy" sort of guy. And I have plenty of projects for the "handy" guy who knows what a hammer is and likes my 14.5 volt cordless drill. Who am I kidding, most men dig my cordless drill, it's impressive. It's all in the tools baby.
Last night I came home after being away for 3 days and found a surround sound speaker system installed in my basement. Complete with 5.1 channel sound, receiver, centre channel and a myriad of speakers. This is when I knew a man had officially moved into my home.
I think Tom felt I was disadvantaged listening to music through the small speakers attached to my computer. And shook his head at my Walmart stereo system upstairs. I think he was also concerned that we are having a party soon and the music quality was not up to party standards. This was his gift for me letting him stay at my home rent free for a couple months.
Mind you the pay-off for letting Tom stay with me has already been apparent, shelves have been put up, walks are shoveled, I am presented with a latte some mornings and he can cook! Who needs a husband when you have... dare I say it... a grateful man-servant? The rest of the female population should be so lucky. But back OFF, get your own man-servant.
Back to my gift, using technology comes at a price however, and this cost is yet another remote I don't know how to use. A remote for the TV, a remote for the DVD player, a remote for the receiver... Yes yes, everyone knows they should all be programmed into one remote. But memories of my marrried life surface, where we had the mother of all remotes.. which you needed to be an engineer to figure out. Click Auxilary when you wanted to to use the DVD, select Input from the secondary menu, sacrifice the chicken to get the Sattelight dish online.
However, I know I can figure out the rudimentary basics to hear my music in multi-channeled spendor throughout the basement. Tom, can you adjust my pillow and hand me those grapes? Thanks hun.
posted by Lise B at Monday, March 20, 2006
2 Comments:
Can't wait to hear Tom's comments when he reads about his new status as man-slave. Could be worse, I suppose. You could call him "house bitch" like someone we know... ;)
I am curious to hear an update on the Muscle building etc..?
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